Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
Words: 3k
[A/N]: i’m baaack! Sorry about the lack of activity. Uni was a bitch and so were my exams but thankfully I am all done for this semester and I’m ready to continue this hot mess Tho in the meantime I became quite a hoe for Henry Cavill…so I might post a lil something about him
The icy crisp British air did wonders for Isabelle’s lack of enthusiasm and will-power. In the last couple of hours, all she did was sleep and control her temper enough to prevent herself from ripping Gina’s head off. All that while trying to keep the scheme ongoing and not allow Thomas to find out about their little secret that would surely escalate in the upcoming days which she would spend in the Shelby manor. To believe that only a few weeks ago she was despising the man she now does not want to let go…and has to most likely kill? To any outsider the whole idea of Gina’s would seem ridiculous, but Isabelle knew her well enough to know that crazy bitch was not messing around.
“You alright there, love?” Thomas’ raspy voice popped Isabelle’s daydream. It appeared she has spent the car ride from the airport to the Thomas’ home staring out of the window and thinking of a way to get out of that situation alive. Thomas however, did not wish to break her away from the window, thinking she was enjoying the view, considering it was her first time in this part of the UK.
She looked at him speechless for longer than necessary, causing a slight frown to appear between his eyebrows: “Yeah yeah, was just thinking.” she managed to let out while stepping out of the car.
“About what?” he questioned, closing the door behind her.
Once out of the car Isabelle’s eyes caught onto the glorious building in front of her. A large mansion, expanding on three floors with a Georgian exterior instantly caught the eye of the American girl. She was more than impressed. The recognisable clean elegance and swooping lines of the building mixed with the perfection of the garden left her bewildered. Despite the cold season, the garden is bright with colour, with beds of yellow aconites beneath Persian Ironwood trees that produce blood-red buds: “this.” she breathed out, her mouth partly opened. Her reaction earned her a chuckle from Thomas, who was soon there to pull her out of the trance and bring her back to reality.
“Come on love, there’s a lot to see.” he wrapped his arm around her lower back, guiding her towards the grand entrance of the mansion, which was mind you a double door over 5 meters tall.
“A double door? Really Thomas?” she looked at him with wide eyes, yet her expression showed a bit of sarcasm as to how much of cliché the house was.
With every step, she discovered things she only knew from movies and prude documentaries: from gilded eagles over the drawing-room windows to Chinese wallpaper and imposing Italian marble fireplaces in almost every room. There’s a large black and white hall that holds historic armour and weapons. The dining room is big enough to sit over 20 comfortably and around the table sits 22 Empire hand-embroidered chairs that were apparently gifted to the Thomas’ family by the Congress of Vienna.
“Oh you’re rich rich.” she pure shock and horror caused by the realisation of the true measure of Thomas’ wealth led her to have to lean against a wall for a moment.
“You could say so…” he smiled leaning closer to his girlfriend.
“Thomas, I feel like a peasant in front of the royal court.” her groans echoed against the high ceiling.
“Oh stop it,” he pressed his lips against her forehead, trying his best to remove the pout from her lips, “come on, there’s one more room I want to show you.”
After walking up the wide staircase made out of pure oak, they soon reached a door made out of the same massive wooden material like all the other doors in that hallway, yet Thomas only focused on that one room. The room appeared so big that in Isabelle’s eyes it could practically take over a whole floor of the house. A luxurious God-knows-how-many-square-feet-big-room featuring a large and fragrant bed, covered in various blankets and pillows, all made out of the finest materials. All the furniture made out of old oak wood or something similar to it, everything in darker tones of brown. Yet it was peculiarly characterless, no family pictures or any decoration that would make it look like someone lives there. It looked like a rather large spare room. The musk that usually followed Thomas wherever he went, the mix of cigarettes and whiskey, was opulent and sensual in that room. Despite the heating and the actual temperature being pleasant in it, it felt cold, bare.
Standing by the entrance of the room, Isabelle looked around, in hope to find something that would make the room stick out to her, but all she found was a turned picture frame, laying on his desk on the other side of the room. It looked heartlessly plain and it hurt her to think that he would shut down his feelings even in his own bedroom. She chose to change that.
While Thomas was already inside, looking around his luggage, Isabelle closed the door behind her and placed her own luggage aside. She made her way across the room to where her boyfriend was unpacking and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him upwards until he was around the same height as she was in her heels.
“Wha-” Thomas confusing question was cut off by her lips crashing against his in a hungry sensual kiss. Thomas’ eyes stayed open for a bit, unsure about the reason for her kiss, yet had no plans on pulling away from it. His hands let go of any clothes he was holding and were about to grab onto her hips, but she was quicker. She ceased the kiss and pushed him on top of the bed, against all the soft white sheets.
Isabelle climbed on top of him, straddling his hips: “What’s gotten into you woman?” his hands roamed down her sides and to her ass, squeezing it over her jeans.
“This peasant might as well become a mistress and splurge in all this wealth,” she smirked as she was undoing the buttons of his shirt but leaving the tie to hang loosely around his neck. The joke was corny and earned her an eye-roll.
Thomas’ eyebrows raised upwards, uncertain on how she came up with that idea, but he was never one to deny her sex. She sat up straight on top of his hips and circled her pelvis over his most sensitive area, over his jeans, making him groan out loud. Leaning down with a seductive smile on her face, she cupped his face with her right hand. Her left hand was trailing up and down his lower chest as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. Isabelle rested her fingers on his jaw, under his ear, as her thumb was placed under his lower lip, opening his mouth up a bit more. Their tongues collided in a battle for dominance which Thomas used to flip them around with him being on top.
“Been here for less than an hour and you couldn’t wait to jump on my bones.” commenting, he ripped the flimsy material of her shirt onto the floor. The dark locks of his hair from the top of his head already fell onto his forehead as he moved his body up to her lips. He kissed her rough and passionate, biting and sucking on her lips as the kiss got hotter. However, Isabelle was impatient and could not handle being the submissive type. Therefore, her body moved up till her elbows touched the big and fluffy white pillows, fighting for somewhat of a type of control. Thomas wanted none of that however and grabbed the lower part of her waist, dragging her back onto the bed while her hands were around his head, pulling his head into the.
She tugged onto the wooden rods of the headboard as he kissed down her chest, between her breasts which were covered with a black lacy bra. The muscles in her arms tense as he sucked down her stomach. Similar to her nakedness Thomas upper body became naked once he parted from her body to take off his shirt and threw it to the rest of the clothes. He looked back at her, sliding his body up to her face again before he kissed her passionately. Removing one of his hands, which were placed in her luscious brown curls, he placed them down her waist onto her butt. He squeezed it aggressively to which she smiled into the kiss. Such behaviour was uncommon to her a while ago, but since Thomas with time became more trustworthy to her, she could give in to anything he did to her.
Their lips parted just so he could kiss down her jaw, to her jawline and neck. He licked from her collarbone to her jaw, up her neck. Isabelle moaned sensually, dragging her head back against the pillows when she felt his hot tongue on her cold neck. While he was tasting her neck with his tongue, Isabelle was too busy undoing the button of his trousers. Her other hand slid over his stomach, making him shiver under her touch. To get a hold of some dominance in the situation, she slowly moved her hand over his already semi-hard member, rubbing softly up and down it. He was grinding against her, making it slightly difficult to deal with those trousers, but once she got them to open up and pulled the zipper down and reached inside, finally being able to take his semi-hard in her hand. Slowly her fingers began to run up and down his considerable length feeling it harden as she did. Thomas growled and broke away from her neck to look into her eyes. Her smirk was proof that she took over.
“Vixen,” he hissed under his breath, his hands moving away from her hot skin to get on with unbuttoning her tight ripped jeans and pulling them off her desirable body.
While he was busy getting rid of any clothing from both of their bodies, Isabelle used it to switch positions. She pushed him onto the bed once more, before he could reach for her bra. A groan was heard coming out of his lungs. Her body hovered over his with a naughty smirk on her face. Her hair was pushed aside, over one shoulder. She slid a finger down his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin, the feeling of the scars and marks sorted all over his chest, each one of them another dark story he never wanted to tell, to the tattoo on his chest and to his stomach, down to the hem of his boxers. Removing her upper body away from his, she looked at him with fierce eyes. Giving in to one short peck on the lips, Isabelle went back to business by pushing his head back on top the pillow, giving herself better access to his neck.
Thomas closed his eyes, a relaxed grin pasted on his lips, while his hands were comfortably placed over her juicy ass, his fingertips playing with the hem of her panties, while she was busy kissing down his neck, searching for spots that would make him moan. The smile on her face never vanished as she kept sucking on his neck.
“Bloody hell, Izzy.” he sighed, his hands squeezing the soft skin of her ass. His patience was tested with every second in which he could not have her. The teasing, the foreplay, it was frustrating. Grabbing onto her waist, he spun them around in one swift movement and immediately he unclasped her bra, throwing that God annoying piece of clothing onto the floor. His mouth focused then on her breasts, licking the right breast, while he squeezed the other with his hand. He kissed all over the breast except the nipple which he ignored on purpose, driving her crazy. When he finally came to the nipple, he licked it. He repeated that to the other breast before both were hard and wet. Her hands busy playing his dark hair, tugging on it whenever he touched any of her sensitive places. She moved her hands down his neck, to his shoulders and to his deltoids and upper back. Thomas hunger continued to take over, he slid his finger straight into her panties and ripped them off her body. He then carried on down her body. Without any resistance, he parted her legs with his strong hands. Moving downwards until he was finally in the area he desired most at that time, he kissed up her legs, licking up to her inner thigh, playfully biting in it. As she placed her hands back into his hair, she moaned out loud, a bit too loud for his liking, considering his whole family was downstairs. He licked one last time at her thigh before looking at her wet mound a shiver ran through him.
“Bloody hell…” he moaned, using his long cold fingers to open her wet lips. She jerked in surprise and pleasure as his long tongue entered her and his thumb and forefinger began rubbing her clit. His tongue was exploring her pussy like it was the tastiest thing in the world. She could hear a low moan begin at the back of his throat, she placed her legs over his shoulders and placed her hands in his soft hair pushing his head closer onto her, his tongue was probing deeper now, and she felt like in a state of pure bliss. With every movement of his tongue, she felt like she was a step closer to heaven. Her lips parted, her eyes closed, head rested against the pillows. Gentle sighs escaped her plump lips, his name being mixed with various curse words. He would have playfully scolded her for using such language, but at that moment it was the sexiest thing ever. His eyes looked at her from time to time. The bare image of her falling apart by his touch made him even harder than he already was.
“Oh Tommy, fuck yes!” she screamed, suddenly he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and replaced it with three of his fingers and still rubbing her clit with his thumb, he bit down on her thigh. It was no aggressive bite, but it was enough to bring her to her climax. His tongue went back to her pussy just to lick up the cum that was now running out of her.
Her chest was rising and falling, breath hard and deep. The speed of her heartbeat almost scared her. Looking down at her lover, she noticed the wetness around his mouth, a small whine left her lips just caused by the image in front of her. Cupping his chin, she ordered him to come back on top of her. And as soon as he did that, she collected all of her strength and pushed him down on his back: “My turn.”
She had one hand in his hair the other slowly ran down his perfect chest down his perfect stomach, to his cock and then began running her hand up and down his incredible length. It was now Isabelle’s turn to make the man under her into a hot mess. And that began as soon as she rubbed up and down his length while running her tongue over the tip. She felt him shiver and looked up at him to make sure he was watching this time
Isabelle plunged her head forward taking his whole member in her mouth. He moaned, slowly at first as she began to move up and down his hard dick pushing her tongue against the tip every time, she reached the top. She picked up pace and while she was using her mouth to pleasure his dick, she used her hand to squeeze his balls just enough to make him gasp in ecstasy. He laced his fingers with her hair, pushing her head down to take more of him in. His kissable lips parted, deep breaths escaping them. The heat his body felt, was visible on his cheeks. A pink shade covering his usually pale skin. His eyelids were closed, yet all he wanted was to look at the angel taking him to heaven. British curse words ran out of his mouth, some familiar to her, some completely unknown to her American ass. He was close, she could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth and with a shudder, he came filling her mouth with his sweet essence. She swallowed down all he had given her and pulled her mouth back licking his cock as she went. She came again to face and kiss him, making himself taste his cum.
Her body collapsed on top of his, too tired to move any longer: “For fuck’s sake if I was married, I’d make you my mistress right away. That was fucking brilliant, love.” he chuckled, reaching towards the nightstand to grab himself a cigarette. She prompted her naked body on top of his, not bothering to cover them. While he lit himself a cigarette, Isabelle’s fingers moved over his chest, drawing unidentifiable objects.
She leaned her chin against her hands which were resting against his chest. Her lips placing a short peck onto his chin: “but you’re not married.”
“Not yet.” he chuckled, taking a long drag of his smoke, before blowing it above him. Isabelle stared at him in the meantime, biting her lip as her eyes focused on the lines of his face and for some reason even him smoking looked fucking irresistible, “you’re giving me that look again.” he commented, to which she frowned obviously confused by his remark, “the look in which you want to rip my clothes off, even if they’re already off.”
“Can’t help it when my boyfriend is fucking tempting.” she pouted, throwing him a doe-eyed look.
Thomas stared at her for a moment, a sigh leaving his lips. The next thing he did was to place the remains of his cigarette onto the ashtray near the bed. His fingers then reached down to grab onto the rim of the sheets, pulling them upwards, until it covered their whole bodies, including their heads. While he was doing so Isabelle grinned widely, rolling onto her side before wrapping her arms around Thomas. The two of them isolated themselves from the world and vanished underneath the smooth sheets into an exploration of their bodies.
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence&Smut
Words: 7.1 k
[A/N]:it’s holiday time bishessss, I will try my best to post some Christmas specials before Christmas…we shall see if I can manage, between all the baking and cooking I have to do
After a long sleepless night, the two lovers were woken by their alarm clocks that strangely enough echoed throughout the room at the exact same time. Their tangled bodies then pulled away from one another to reach the two nightstands next to her bed and turn the alarms off, before moving back to one another. The first rays of sunshine shot through the curtains covering the ceiling tall windows and hitting random spots of their half-covered bodies.
Soft tracing of skin, sleepless sighs and the smell made out of smoke and sex woke them up from their half-sleep. Isabelle’s face was tucked between Thomas’ shoulder and neck, her fingers tracing his chest tattoo as her legs gently slid up and down his legs. Thomas on the other hand already lit a cigarette on and replied to text messages and e-mails while he ran his other hand over Isabelle’s hair.
“Straight to business, I see,” Isabelle commented as she peaked at Thomas from the corner of her eyes. Her body then raised up with a groan leaving her lips and moved then to comfortably on top of his lower stomach, a position that appeared to be quite the charmer on more than one occasion the night before.
Thomas kept his eyes on his screen for a few more seconds before placing it next to him on the bed and then removing the cigarette from his lips. A thick cloud of smoke hovered in front of his face before fading away into the air, allowing Isabelle to look at his gorgeous poker face. His face did not give out any information except his obvious cheeriness caused by the view in front of him. Isabelle’s naked body covered with love bites and bruises was a sight for sore eyes.
“Nhmm…business never sleeps love, and apparently neither do you. You’ve proven me so last night.” the small smirk on the corner of his lips was the proof of his pleasure.
“As if. You’re the reason I didn’t have any time to sleep. Whenever I was about to close my eyes you had some mysterious new outbreak of energy and ravished me once again.” she scoffed at him, smacking his stomach playfully.
Thomas let out a breath, moving his body into a sitting position, his arms wrapping around her lower back, resting on top of her butt. The tops of his hair fell over his forehead, giving it an appearance that he owned bangs, which he sadly did not but it was quite a nice image for Isabelle. His lips pressed against her collarbone, right on top of a hickey. Isabelle rolled her eyes and snatched his cigarette from his fingers and placed it between her lips, letting out a drag of smoke into her lungs and then letting the poison escape through her mouth. He slowly pulled away from her skin and looked at her, so delicately holding his cigarette, yet the look in her eyes was never clear. Something dangerous and vicious was hidden behind those hazel eyes. Something he could not decode and only made him want her more. All the things he felt last night made him want her by his side, at all time. But he could not allow that to himself, besides after that night it could have been his dick talking to him and wanting more of her body and not more of her.
It would take time to know what he actually wanted.
“I should head out to work,” he informed her, his hands still gently chilling on top of her butt.
Isabelle frowned at his statement and looked at the clock hanging at her wall: “at 6am?”
“I have to handle some things before I get to work,” he explained himself, running his hand through his bed hair.
“Can’t you stay with me and we can consider ravishing in the kitchen?” she suggestively offered and slid her fingers down his upper arm.
A small smile appeared on his lips, followed by a shake of his head: “as much as I’d love to claim you on every surface of this apartment, I have to get going, love.” with that he grabbed Isabelle by her waist and raised her into the air, the cold air causing goosebumps over her skin, before placing her gently back on top of the warm sheets. Yet that did not feel as warm as sitting on top of Thomas did. He on the other hand, stepped out of the bed and grabbed some of his clothing, anything that found itself on his way to the bathroom, where he did his usual morning routine, leaving Isabelle naked by herself on the bed, “You’re not even gonna tell me what business you have to tend to?” she never got a reply to her question.
She did not bother putting on any clothing, somehow still in a bit of a desperate mood to bring him back to bed. However, nothing would come out of that as proven by Thomas once he came back out of the bathroom. Dressed to 80% he came into her bedroom and saw her resting on her knees with the blanket nowhere near her body. She just sat there in her full glory, stopping him in his tracks to grab the rest of his stuff. Thomas just pursed his lips and tilted his head, wishing he took a picture of the beauty drooling for him. Despite him wanting to ruin her even more, the business he had to attend was more urgent. And he could not take her anywhere near that kind of business. But he somehow had a feeling she could not be able to keep her nose out of things like that.
“I promise I’ll pick you up for lunch later on,” he redeemed himself, in some way, walking up to her and placing a gentle kiss on top of her head, “I’ll see you later, love.” and with that, she was alone in her apartment, yet again, feeling like a hooker in her own home. She sat down and groaned, running a hand through her hair.
She could not remember the last time she was so thirsty about a man, not to mention a man that had the audacity to walk out on her, twice. She would have been fuming if it wasn’t for the curiosity that got the best of her. It could have been just any regular job that needed seeing, but not with Thomas Shelby.
After the research that had to be done due to Gina’s request, Isabelle knew very well that Thomas is a secretive man and would not tell just anyone about his work and businesses. And most likely Isabelle did not step out of that “just anyone” part of Thomas’ acquaintances.
She could have just run after him and follow him to his business, but she was naked, and he was already out of her flat. There was no way she could get ready and catch up with him. Therefore, she just gave up on the idea, at least until she would see another opportunity and take it. Until then she would have plenty of work just covering the bruises and love bites, she noticed once she looked at herself in her mirror.
Later at work, she was going through some contracts as no other than Gina burst into her office like a bomb that just exploded. Isabelle’s oval face rose up from the paperwork in front of her and just threw a disapproving look at Gina who just acted like her office is her living room. “oh yes, please Gina, just come inside.” Isabelle broke the silence as Gina made her way to Isabelle’s desk.
Gina’s usual ecstatic yet fake smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Isabelle faced a dark, taunting glare coming from her friend: “I want you to kill Thomas.”
Unsure if she heard her properly, Isabelle asked: “excuse me, what?”
“I want you to kill Thomas Shelby.” Gina made herself comfortable on the seat across of Isabelle and lit herself a cigarette.
“No no no, the deal was that I seduce Thomas and bring him to you. You and your people would deal with the rest.” Isabelle quickly sat up from her seat and made her way to the other side of the desk.
“No, Izzy.” Gina looked at her with unholy, almost diabolic look in her eyes, “the deal was that you do as I say, or we will make sure we kill anything that is left of your family. You might think my family is like your own, but it isn’t. You should be thankful we raised your filthy gipsy ass.”
“Gina-”
“Shut up.” Gina stood up and stood only a few inches away from Isabelle. Despite Isabelle being taller, Gina had something wrathful inside of her that scared even the foul side of Isabelle, “the planned changed. Tommy made a deal with Alfie Solomons this morning, which means he has that fucking Jew on his side. Do you know how much power that bread baking piece of shit has in Europe? If you combine Thomas’ and his empires, nothing could ever compete with them!”
“What does that even have to do with you? What do you need Thomas dead for anyway?”
“That’s none of your business, little sister. Your job is to just shoot his brain out when you get the chance.”
“And how the fuck will I just causally get the chance to point a gun at Thomas Shelby’s head?! That man could kill me in less than a second when he realizes I’m planning a move against him.” Isabelle walked after Gina who was casually pacing around her office.
“When he’s weak.” Gina suddenly stopped and looked at Isabelle.
“Why would he ever be weak around me? I don’t even know him.”
“Oh you know him very well, sis. And by the activities in which you two participated in the distillery, I wouldn’t be surprised if he already is weak just with you being around him.” Gina tilted her head, explaining to Isabelle what she knew.
“H-how did you know?” fear appeared on Isabelle’s face, despite her trying to cover it up as good as she could, there are some surprises not even she could pretend never happened.
“You think I wouldn’t find out? You mingling with our enemy? You making out with him in front of your apartment building? After which you two headed inside? Guess you did more than just making out?” Gina took a step closer to Isabelle and whispered, “I’m always one step ahead of you, Izzy.”
“We-”
“But fortunately for you, since our plans changed, your connection with Thomas can be of favour.” Gina played with a long strand of Isabelle’s dark hair.
“This is your plan, Gina, not mine,” Isabelle spoke through her teeth.
“Oh no no, sis. It’s our plan. You’re part of my family as well, right?” the contradiction coming out of her mouth only confused Isabelle more. She was a sly bitch ready to get anything she wanted, as always, “so I suggest you wrap Thomas around your little finger and then drive a knife right through his heart, and then we might not kill all of your gypsy family.” Gina’s words stung like a wasp sting. Isabelle stood there, allowing the blonde to attack her verbally. Because she knew, she could never attack her back despite the high chance of Isabelle’s win. She was not allowed to wound Gina or not only the possibly alive family members but Isabelle herself could die.
Gina was a petty woman, arrogant, spoiled but most of all-powerful due to her parent’s power. She had the best guard, whose jobs sounded more like guard dogs than normal people. If Gina was to be even touched in a negative way, the person doing so would be attacked and killed right away. No one had the power to mess with her family. Yet it seemed like there were some families around the world who were simply stronger, richer, more powerful.
Even if she never got a reason behind Gina’s hatred towards Thomas, she could probably guess it was jealous and hunger for power. But even if she could kill him, there would be other Shelbys ready to take over his position, so she did not understand what Gina would gain out of that. There were so many blank spots inside of her Isabelle’s brain that had to be filled.
As soon as Gina left Isabelle’s office, Isabelle needed a drink, a strong one. The early afternoon hours did not prevent her from reaching towards her alcohol stack and pouring herself the strongest she got. As the strong liquor slid down her throat, burning it in the process, she just stared out of the window, contemplating on whether this plan could work out and whether she would ever come live out of this or was her undoing part of “our” plan as well.
Minutes passed and she did not move, but the glass got emptier and she came to the conclusion that she would probably die as well, and she could at least have another drink before that. So she decided to make herself another drink. But halfway through she heard a voice coming from her door: “I knew you hid the good stuff.”
Thomas stepped into her office and closed the door behind him, a hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette.
“Ah yes please, just walk straight inside. Seems like that’s a common thing nowadays.” she murmured to herself as she just walked back to her desk, ignoring Thomas’ presence.
A settle confusion settled into him as he listened to her. He was unsure about the reasoning to her displeasure with him walking inside without knocking. Thomas proceeded to step closer to his girlfriend and spin her chair around until she face facing him: “what made you so grumpy, love?” he asked, kneeling in front of her and cupped her jaw.
The whole thought process was deleted once he touched her skin. There was something so electrifying about that him that made all common sense vanish. The mission she had, the job she had to finish and the danger she was putting herself into just by being with him did not matter. The fact that being with him was a danger to her from both his side and Gina’s side did not matter. All she wanted was just to be held by him.
A sigh left her lips once she felt the warmth of his skin on hears: “just some shitty employee fucking with my nerves.” a lie, but not really. However, knowing Thomas would overthink everything and proceed to look into that “shitty employee”, Isabelle quickly put the matter aside and asked about him, “but forget that, how was your business meeting this morning?”
Thomas stared at her for a few moments, before taking a drag of his cigarette and simply replying: “tolerable.”
An odd description for a meeting for anyone who did not know about Alfie Solomons, but considering Isabelle knew who the meeting was with, she could just nod in understanding, as she would probably feel the same having to listen to that man for too long.
“Can we go grab something to eat, I just wanna be away from this building for a bit…” Isabelle uttered in a quiet voice, just low enough for him to hear. A gentle chuckle left his lips as he got up, taking her up with him by grabbing her hand, “anything you want, love.”
On their way towards his car, Isabelle broke their comfortable silence by asking something she was curious about but somehow had a feeling would be rejected by him: “Thomas?”
A husky groan was his only response, but it was enough for her to understand that he was listening to her: “what do you think about that rum Jew from London?”
“You mean Mr Solomons?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said, rum Jew,” she confirmed his question and made him laugh but only for a moment, before his face turned back into its natural state of emotionlessness.
“What makes you so curious about him?”
“Well since he’s the nemesis of my boyfriend, might as well know more about him.” she smirked, leaning against her seat in his SUV.
“Nemesis, huh?” he repeated that term more for himself then for her, but nodded and started speaking: “I’ve known him for quite some time now, our parents were rivals as well, so obviously we became rivals too. But we do not fight directly anymore, we keep on collecting partners and business deals. I guess the winner will be the one who gets the most.” he shrugged unsure what exactly she asked about.
“And how about you settle for a truce?”
“A truce you say?” he turned his gaze towards her for a moment, before returning back to the road, leading them towards their lunch destination, “tell me Isabelle, would you settle for less if you could have it all?”
“If it meant surviving and living safely? Yes.” the answer surprised him, but his facial expression never exposed him.
“Hn.” he never replied to her, but instead kept on driving in silence until they reached their luxurious looking restaurant destination, where they would have their lunch before returning to their work.
During the lunch, Thomas bragged with his skill of ordering foreign dishes in the mother tongue of the dishes without showing any signs of a British accent. Isabelle was less impressed than Thomas hoped for, probably because she was used to hearing such flexing by other men. Instead she just silently ate her food, her mind still occupied with the merciless task she was given by her so-called sister.
Throughout the whole lunch, Thomas was busier looking at his phone and texting away than to actually keep an ongoing conversation with her. Isabelle tried to peak onto his phone to catch a glimpse of the texts he was having: “Thomas?” she asked once she realised it was pointless to stalk his phone.
“Hn.” he replied unbothered, keeping his eyes to his phone.
“The food’s quite delicious, don’t you think?” she poked some of the meat with her fork.
“Hn.” was all she got.
To test whether he even listened to her she took a turn: “Tommy I have no underwear on.”
“Hn.”
She opened her mouth in shock and disbelief and just continued to eat her food. That was the most boring lunch she ever had. Listening to those fat businessmen trying to make a deal with her was more fun then listening to Thomas text on his phone.
Suddenly even that silence ended when Thomas got up, leaving Isabelle surprised with a fork topped with food halfway to her mouth, “Sorry, love, but I have an urgent business meeting to attend. I promise I will make it up to you.” she looked at him with confusion but had no chance to ask anything as he threw some bills onto the table before leaning down at her to kiss her cheek, before whispering into his ear: “and I have to check later to make sure you really have no underwear on.” a chased kiss was placed on her ear, leaving her blushing on her seat as Thomas vanished. And with that, her lunch date ended much sooner than hoped.
But leaving her only made her think about her chance to finally find out what he was doing. Any regular business meeting would not begin in the middle of his lunch break and surely wouldn’t be planned via texts. This was something similar to what happened that morning. Isabelle had to find out what he was doing. She probably did not have to, but her curiosity got the best of her.
Isabelle knew that she should just walk away from it. Running after him would mean danger, danger in which she did not wish to be involved in. But the curiosity was getting the best of her. As soon as she was out of Thomas sight, the look on his face became colder, almost dangerous. Despite only being able to spot the profile of his face, Isabelle could feel a shiver down her spine. And the adrenaline rushed through her blood as soon as she called a taxi. Giving the man the task to follow Thomas’ car, but within a safe distance. Thomas would know right away if someone followed him and God knows how that would end.
Instead the taxi kept at least two cars between itself and Thomas’ car. The taxi driver did not mind following the car, he would get paid either way. And Isabelle just sat in the back, her eyes trying to keep track with Thomas car, figuring where he was heading to. After what felt like hours, they finally noticed Thomas pulling down shorter and narrower streets. Until he finally reached his destination. It was a restricted one-way alley somewhere in Chinatown. And despite it being late in the afternoon, no one seemed to live around that area nor did someone seem to work or walk by that place. Perhaps it was known for some dangerous business going on around there and everyone just tried to avoid it. That assumption only made Isabelle want to turn away and go back to work. Yet that possibility of being caught, of ending up in a dangerous, hazardous situation made her heartbeat go faster. She felt like she was high on adrenaline.
Once Thomas stepped out of his car, Isabelle quickly paid her taxi driver and let him drive away, leaving her only a few meters away from Thomas’ car. She tried her best to hide, but the clicking of her heels did not help her. Instead, she just tried to be as slow as possible, hiding behind every possible wall or store.
She planned on staying hidden at least for a while until she could evaluate the situation. Thomas vanished within the walls of the alleyway, his hand holding tightly onto the inside of his jacket, something he usually never did. But Isabelle was not stupid, she could have guessed what he was holding onto. And soon enough she knew exactly way he was holding so desperately because once she heard gunshots echoing throughout the alleyway, her hiding spot was useless and her perfect plan was destroyed.
Loud groans and inarticulate conveys of pain could have been heard right after the gunshots rang throughout the street. Isabelle was surprised no one came out or called the cops, instead anyone that was anywhere near escaped inside of the buildings. The guns continued to be heard after a few seconds of weeping in between. And Isabelle could not hide any longer, those whimpers could have been Thomas’. She was no weak woman, despite her feminine appearance she knew how to protect herself, but no matter how strong she is physically, none of her attacks could match a bullet.
Nevertheless, she ran towards the unsafe scene and was met with a bloody view. Bloodstained floor covered with dozens of bodies half dead and half still alive. Their bodies were covered in a crimson mess made from blood and probably other bodily fluids. Isabelle restrained her gag reflex and stopped herself from vomiting at the scene. Her eyes were looking for Thomas, hoping he was not one of the men on the floor. The story behind the attack did not matter to her at that moment, all she wanted was to make sure Thomas was safe.
He was not dead. However, he was far from being safe. Thomas was struggling on his legs, a wire wrapped around his neck from behind him, being held by a tall ginger-haired man with a matching beard. He himself was also covered with blood, most likely not his own, as he tightly pulled the wire closer to Thomas skin. She could already see the bruises and wounds forming from the pressure. Thomas held onto the wire, trying to pull it further away from his skin, but the taller man appeared to be stronger than Thomas.
Isabelle did not think twice but ran towards the man hitting him with a leg kick with all strength she had. Her attack succeeded as she kicked right under the sides of his ribcage, catching the man off guard. He yelped in pain, easing the grip on the wire, and therefore allowing Tommy to turn around and quickly shoot the man straight through his head. Blood splattered all over him, reaching both Thomas and Isabelle, covering them also with blood.
The woman gasped, more in shock that her outfit was ruined than actual fear. Thomas looked at her for a moment, eyes shocked but thankful. He stared at the beauty covered in blood for a second before throwing her a gun and just threw her a look that told her everything. She never used a gun before in her life, but she has seen enough movies to know what to do. But the backlash of a bullet leaving the barrel.
Thomas paid no attention to the woman next to him that appeared out of nowhere, he was too occupied with the enemies attacking them from every side. The moment Isabelle turned around to look for Thomas a gunshot was heard. One of the men attempted to shoot her, however only to collide with the wall next to her. Isabelle gasped turning towards the man laying on the floor, but still having enough energy to attack her. She raised her eyebrows and stepped towards him shooting a few bullets through the muzzle of the gun, hitting various different parts of the man, ending both him and her outfit.
The destructive scene became gorier with every moment. A barbarous, warlike scenario that would be tattooed into Isabelle’s mind. Soon afterwards, everything was quiet again. The dozens of men were splattered around the floor, covered in blood, a true homicidal picture. And standing above all of it was Thomas, breathing deeply. The animalistic expression on this face was highlighted by the blood covering most of his skin and clothing. His hand was shaking, holding the gun with everything in him. He could taste the metallic flavour of blood that dripped into his mouth. He had to check a few time to make sure everyone was dead, but then he realized he was not alone in this.
His back quickly turned around, hoping to see Isabelle still alive. And thankfully she was. She was standing above the man she just shot and killed. He would have probably died from his previous wounds caused by Thomas, but she was the one who finished him. And it suddenly hit her, she killed a man. Despite the adrenaline she slowly came back to earth and realized in what she just got herself. Thomas rushed to her by long gallops, still holding the gun tightly in his hands.
As soon as he touched Isabelle’s shoulder, she spun around, pointing her gun with both hands against Thomas’ forehead. It was just a reflex caused by fear, but once she looked at him, she knew she could finish her task right away and be done with it. Thomas however, was calm enough to know that she was scared. He did not know about her task and simply grabbed onto the barrel of her gun, slowly moving it downwards until he could casually take the gun out of her hand and throw it aside, far from the men.
Her eyes were looking for him, she was frightened, alarmed and panic-stricken. Thomas was shaky as well but he was no stranger to gunfights and shootings and bloody aftermaths. Despite all that he knew he had to calm Isabelle down before she broke down. His arms wrapped around her body, holding her tightly. The blood spread over his clothes mixed with the blood covering her own. They were a mess, but she never felt safer in someone’s arms than him.
Her breath slowly calmed down as he hugged her. His eyes still wandered around the scene caused by them, no moment did he have to relax. But she did. And soon enough her panic lingered slowly away. She was still petrified but calm enough to know they had to leave this scene before either the police or more of those men arrived.
“Thomas-” she clearly shaken looked at him, her eyes told him everything.
“I know,” he spoke, the pain obvious but his pride would not allow him to show it. He slowly let go of Isabelle and pointed at the car, “get inside and wait for me.” she just nodded her head and slowly walked towards his nearby car, after every few steps she threw a look at him just to make sure he was still there, still alive. Thomas quickly grabbed any gun that had their fingerprints on them and took a couple of pictures of the men. His eyes wandered around the buildings hoping no one has seen what happened, but that was highly unlikely.
On his way towards his car, his eyes kept looking around, scanning and analysing everything and everyone. His march was stopped, however, once he saw Isabelle just sitting in his car, covered with blood. Tears finally left her eyes, the shock clearly ceasing, yet the realization hit her stronger now. Looking at her bloody hands she knew that she fucked up, really badly. Even when Thomas stepped into his car, she did not stop crying, her eyes still focused on the foreign blood ruining her skin and clothing.
Thomas grabbed her hands and placed a kiss on top of them. Isabelle’s watery eyes then stared at Thomas with an opened mouth. Sobs left her lips, her arms suddenly wrapping around Thomas again holding onto him tighter than before. Not much could be understood from all the sobs leaving her, but Thomas did recognize one sentence that affected him more than he thought: “I thought you would die.”
“Isabelle look at me,” he cupped her face and raised her face until she looked at him, “we have to leave. Right now. I will explain later.” she just nodded her head and allowed him to drive away as quickly as he could. He took the easiest road he could think off and quickly drove towards the apartment in which he lived for the time being until he could decide whether he would stay in the States or head back to the UK.
Isabelle has never been to that place, but she knew she wanted to be with Thomas. She was upset, overwhelmed and unprepared. During the whole ride, she kept on holding onto his arm or hand, wishing for contact. Thomas understood and did not even think of pushing her away. In fact, he enjoyed it, the neediness of hers. However, they did not speak a lot. They just drove, making sure they avoided any attention from people. The windows of his SUV was darkened so no one could look aside into the car, but the front window was not. The darkness of the late autumn days helped them be hidden. They made their way towards his building without any stops. All they wanted was to quickly leave the public, just because of their red appearance.
The couple drove into the underground garage of the apartment building where Thomas lived. Locking up his car he looked around once more, before quickly grabbing onto Isabelle’s waist and leading her to the elevator that would lead them straight to his floor.
She did not care about the appearance of his apartment building, the elevator or even his flat. All she wanted was to wash the shit from her body and to calm down, there would hopefully be other times when she would have all the time of the world to inspect the appearance of his home. Isabelle held onto his arm as he unlocked his door and led her inside. All the time he made sure no one followed them, and he locked the door with more than just one lock. He became somewhat paranoid after what happened.
Thomas crimson fingers wrapped around hers, leading her towards his bathroom. He turned on the shower and allowed the warm steam to cover the whole room, while he slowly undressed. Isabelle took the hint and slowly removed every article of her clothing, together with her shoes, kicking everything aside, knowing she would most likely throw all of it away, due to the fact that such stains could not be removed.
Thomas body was covered in bruises, making Isabelle regret not rushing sooner to the scene and preventing more damage. She looked down at the floor, as Thomas stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down his body, dyeing the floor into the deep red shade. He turned around taking a look at her frozen state. Regret and shame covering her expression, leading her to almost break down into tears again. He had to prevent that. And he did so by taking her hand and pulling her inside the shower, closing the door behind her. He wrapped his hands around her naked body and kept her under the showerhead. Her head leaned against his shoulder, the blood staining her body slowly sliding away, allowing her natural skin colour to show.
Thomas slid his hand through her hair, undoing random small knots. The silence was comforting but so many questions were to be asked: “Thomas…”
“Why were you there?” his stern voice broke her quiet words, “you could have died you bloody idiot.” he groaned against her hair, holding tighter onto her.
“I wanted to know what kind of business you and the rum Jew had to go on…” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear it.
He cursed under his breath, some of which could not be understood by Isabelle. She just hid more. She was not scared of him or the consequences of her actions she just wanted to feel safe again. Which would hardly be possibly considering the mess under their feet.
“I’m sorry Tommy. I just-”
“Thank you.” his words were unfamiliar to her. She never heard those coming from him, “fuck knows what would have happened to me if you didn’t punt that fucker away from me.” he chuckled before pulling away from her just enough to see the mess on her face.
His rough hand gently removed the stains on her face, as her fingers ran over his hair, washing the semi-dry blood from the tips of his locks.
“I’m glad I kicked that bastard away from you. Only I should be allowed to leave marks on your neck.” her fingertips slowly touched the red mark around his neck. It would not leave any scar but it sure will bruise.
Thomas response was just a low chuckle. His hands trailed over her hot naked skin. Touching all the parts that were covered with blood, washing them away under the pressure of the hot water. Their eyes met once more, however, this time, after calming down they realised in what situation they were. Naked underneath the showerhead, barely survived just an hour ago. Something else besides adrenaline started pumping through their veins. They started craving more than just a gentle touch from one another.
His nails dug into his waist, surely leaving red bruises wherever he touched. A deep breath left her lips as her hands wrapped around his neck, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. There was still some blood running down their bodies mixing with the water and hitting the slightly lighter red water on the floor of the shower.
“I need to feel more of you.” Thomas breathed against her lips as Isabelle held on top of his head, tugging on his hair as she deepened the kiss. Neither one of them cared about foreplay, about taking it slow and enjoying the moments. She knew it would hurt much more but she could not care less. Thomas let go of her waist with one hand and started pumping his member, making sure to get it at least semi-hard before he would make his next move. He lined himself up quickly, the bulging tip grazing her narrow opening. His fingers spread her lips, and she let out a long whine as he slowly sunk into her. His hands went to her ass, lifting her up until she was waist and pressed with her back against the steamed-up wall, and she could only yelp at the feeling of his fingers and dick against her wet welts.
He stroked over her folds gently and she moaned out loud, taking more of his cock inside her. Finally, she felt his muscular thighs brushing her ass next to where his hands were resting, and she took a few quick breaths. “Fucking hell, love, you feel so fucking good!” Thomas murmured with a lustful voice.
“Feels so fucking good, Tommy. So fucking tight,” she whimpered.
“Fuck I should take you raw more often.” he cursed, leaning forward and tilting her head back, kissing her jaw before crushing his mouth against hers. Isabelle moaned as he slid his tongue over hers, nipped at her bottom lip. Instinctively, she rolled her hips as he devoured her mouth and sucked at her lips, the motion sending bolts of pleasure out from her pussy and into her legs and stomach.
She whimpered as he moved quicker, the pull of his turgid flesh against her inner walls causing instant heat. His hands slid up her back, and she hissed. He started slowly at first, moving out only a few inches and sinking back down, his grunts and soft gasps of her name urged him to move faster. Soon, her hands grabbed onto his shoulders, bracing herself as he pulled out until only his tip was inside her, before slamming back inside. As he pounded into her in a rapid speed, his arms slide around her, one hand holding onto her waist, the other on her ass, teasing the bruises there, making her cry out.
God, he felt so huge around her. Every time he entered her, she felt him stretch her wider. She got wetter with every thrust. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with her movement, and she knew Thomas noticed that when he growled, his mouth dropping to the untouched skin of her chest. She moaned as his tongue licked the line between her breasts. As he sucked gently, his fingers still teasing her sensitive spots, she felt her pussy squeeze tight around his shaft. Warmth built in her belly, and she took a stunted breath: “Tommy, fuck I’m gonna come,” she gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders.
Thomas’ forehead pressed against her shoulder, curses coming out of his mouth. She was on the edge of an orgasm when he moved harder. Isabelle was aching to come. She needed his big dick to come inside of her. His hands worked between them again, squeezing his head up between her lips. As soon as she felt it, she sank down, moaning desperately, “Go faster,” she pleaded. “Tommy, please.”
He bent his knees and started thrusting up into her convulsing core as she grabbed onto his arms for support. He grunted into her ear, and her breathing got shallow. They were so close, they could tell from the acute throbbing between her legs, “Come, Izzy, come love,” he growls. “I need you to come.”
“I’m close,” she whined. “so fucking-” His mouth dipped down to her neck again, and she whimpered. His teeth scraped lightly over her, barely at all, but it was enough for her. A wail tears out of her throat as her orgasm ripped her apart. Her pussy clenched desperately at him as he continued to drive into her. Her head fell back against the wall, as she dug her fingers into his skin, her lungs struggling to breathe through it.
Suddenly, he yanked her hips down at the same time he powered his up, ramming his cock in so deep she could feel his balls against her. She looked down to see his face twist with a roar as he came. The feeling of his cock jerking and spilling inside of her sent a sharp surge through her core, extending her orgasm. Her forehead dropped to his shoulder as he grunted into her ear, “fucking hell Izzy that was fucking amazing.”
After slowly putting her down, his arms still holding onto her to make sure she would not crash onto the floor, their breaths slowed down: “are we bad people…for fucking while their blood washes down the drain?”
“Might be kinkier than my usual preferences, but if you’re into it…” Thomas joked with her and she just slapped his shoulder
“I’m serious, Tommy.” she whined, as he chuckled at her, “those people are dead…we killed them.” she commented, her hands sliding down his shoulders to his upper arms.
“They would have killed us if we didn’t kill them Izzy.” he opened the shower door and stepped out, grabbing some towels for them to dry with.
Taking a towel from him, she slowly rubbed her body dry, removing any cum between her legs: “who were these people Tom?”
“I’m not sure…but they weren’t Alfie’s men, that’s for sure.” he frowned at the floor, a towel on top of his head, drying his short locks.
“Why did you even go there, Tommy?” Thomas walked up to her, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hands grabbed an unused towel and gently wrapped it around her hair, helping her dry her long dark brown locks.
“I got texts. Allegedly they were from Alfie about some changes to the deal. I guess those changes include my death.” he shrugged before grabbing onto Isabelle’s ass and raising her into the air, her legs wrapping around his waist as he started walking with her towards his bedroom, “those texts weren’t from Alfie, Izzy. He wouldn’t send such texts.”
“Then why did you go there if you knew they weren’t from him?” Isabelle frowned, her fingers holding onto his shoulders as they walked.
“I wanted to confirm a suspicion.”
“What suspicion?” she asked as he placed her on top of her bed and under his covers. She never got a reply to her question and took it with ease, knowing he had his reasons for keeping quiet, “can you at least tell me whether you can confirm that suspicion or not?”
“It’s confirmed.” Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. The way she looked at him made him melt away. The look made him feel adored, needed, wanted, “Izzy?”
“Hn.” she even started copying his usual emotionless reply.
A gentle smile appeared on his face and he asked: “come celebrate Christmas with me and my family in Birmingham.”
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[A/N]:ah yes, another late updated. College be a bitch, I guess. Just another week and Christmas holidays begin…just another week….but until then have some long ass and awful smut
Thomas inhaled another breath of nicotine, while Isabelle tried a sip of the Ale she received. “So, Izzy, how about to finally tell me what you’re and Gina up to?” hearing that question made Isabelle choke on the alcohol that was just about to go down her throat. She let out a few coughs before looking at him. The serious expression on his face did not mean anything good and she knew that she was screwed.
“W-what do you mean?” a slight stutter left her lips, almost exposing her straight away. Her hands were fidgeting around underneath the table.
“You two seem chummy.” his head jerked back just an inch while his eyebrows frowned downwards towards his eyes. Those piercing blue eyes dug into her soul, “were you planning on ever telling me you’ve known her for years?”
For a second there Isabelle wanted to let out a sigh of relief because apparently, all he was referring to was her friendship with Gina and not the whole plot going on about it. He however never broke eye contact with her, just excepting a reply coming from her: “yeah…that’s a long story.”
“I have time.” he immediately commented taking a sip of his drink.
Lying would only make things more complicated later and she knew it was already complicated enough. Therefore, she decided to come clean, at least with the part for which she would not end up on Thomas’ hitlist: “Not sure what your family told you about my family, and don’t try to convince me you have clue what I’m talking about, ‘cause we both know that’s a lie.” she rose her eyebrows, pointing her index finger towards him.
Thomas just put his hands up as a sign of innocence and surrender, closing his eyes and not saying a word, allowing her to continue, “We are all aware that my family is probably extinct, besides myself of course.” her finger slowly glided around the rim of her glass, eyes slowly wandering away from Thomas, “I do not remember much of it, probably because I was a toddler back then. But I do know that my family was killed, each one of them, slaughtered like pigs.” her eyes jerked towards Thomas as she finished that sentence before ending the tension with a scoff leaving her lips.
“However, I was not killed. I never found out why. All I know is that someone sent me to the States soon afterwards, subsequently deleting every connection I had with the UK. Once I arrived in New York I was taken into the custody of the Claiborne family.” Thomas just quietly continued to listen to her, “You may recognize that name, if not I will help freshen up your memory, Gina’s maiden name is Claiborne. Does that ring a bell?”
“I had no say in all that, besides, how could I? I was a kid. I was never allowed to ask them any questions about my family or how I ended up living with them. All they ever said was that Gina’s mother Theresa was my father’s cousin and therefore the closest relative. But I never believed any of that bullshit, so I hired some private detectives to dig up some dirt about them and my history, once I was old enough and earned enough money. However, none of my efforts worked.” her voice trailed away from him, slowly turning her simple story into a deep depressing history lesson for which their relationship, if you could call it like that, was too fresh and too young to handle. So she had to quickly go back to the main topic of his question, “so to answer your question, we are somewhat like cousins, but I consider her more of a friend…I had to endure her bratty attitude my whole life and I learnt to handle her, so yeah….we’re friends if that answers your question.”
Thomas saw the look in her eyes, the drop of sadness and realization that she had no real family and in fact, could have lost her life just like the rest of her family did. He was never someone to publicly comfort anyone, heck, he would rarely do that in private either. However, some instinct inside of him just made him move without thinking. He reached out and grabbed her hand, as gently as he could: “come here.” he whispered, just barely recognisable above the sound of the music and football game playing in the background of the pub. Isabelle just looked at him, not knowing what to do or say, so he took things in his own hands, literally. Thomas pulled her body closer to him until she was close enough for him to wrap his arms around her, hugging her in his warmth.
Isabelle gasped at the sudden hug, not expecting a reaction like this coming from a usually brutal man. After a few hesitant moments, she wrapped her hands around his torso and back, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, before whispering: “sorry about that sappy story.”
“It’s quite alright, love. I don’t mind knowing more about you.” his hands slid over the tips of her hair, not letting her go, but instead allowed her to control the duration of the hug. To prevent any awkwardness in a silent hug he kept on talking, “to agree with you, yes, my family told me about your family. Not much, but enough to find it fascinating.”
Isabelle suddenly pulled away from his neck and looked at his face: “what do you know?”
The sudden burst of interest made him chuckle: “my mother spoke about your family as an influential family during her childhood. Your grandfather owned a huge part of the racing tracks. His brother was a big name in the insurance business, yet they were not getting along very much. They were jealous of one another and wanted everything for themselves, hence leading to a literal war between the two parts of the family. I was not much older than you when the murdering happened, so I can’t tell you much. But from what I’ve heard, some members of the family itself were the killers.”
“Great, my family is made out of lunatics like you.” she scoffed and pursed her lips, rolling her eyes.
“Oi, who are you calling lunatic?” he grabbed onto her hips a bit tighter, “I’m being a caring boyfriend by sharing my knowledge with you and you insult me?”
“Oh, boyfriend?” she rose her eyebrows in surprise and amusement, “since when are we on boyfriend and girlfriend terms?”
Thomas smirked at her teasing, before leaning in and whispering in her ear: “since you were so close to ripping my clothes off in the distillery.”
“What makes you think I don’t wanna do that now as well?” her fingers slowly slid over the collar of his suit.
“As much as I would hope that’s true, you’re only saying that to escape your punishment for insulting me.”
“Punishment? What am I? Four?” she laughed pulling away from him, “well then Mr Shelby, how would you punish me for saying the truth? Or should I call you daddy, just to get those daddy issues onto the table?” the doe eyes hid the spitfire that she actually was.
“Oh, love, you’re playing a dangerous game here.” Thomas added, taking a drag from his cigarette.
She simply smirked at him and returned back to her drink, crossing her legs, leading to her dress being pushed upwards, revealing more of her milky thighs, yet she did not add anything to the conversation.
Thomas’ eyes wandered over her body, at least the parts which were visible to him. He thought he had enough will power to ignore her teasing and go back to his beer, but with every second the tension only grew and with that other parts of his body as well. To the point where he could not stand it anymore. He put his cigarette away and grabbed onto her sides, raising her with his arms, only to place her down on his lap, legs on resting on either side of him: “mind telling me what you’re doing Mr Shelby?”
Isabelle was amused staring at the frustrated expression on his face, cheeks just barely blushed but the eyes dark and hungry. His hands roamed down her back to her plump ass, holding roughly on it, “Punishment.” he whispered before slapping her ass over the fabric of her dress. Thankfully the sound of the football game was loud enough to cover the echoing of the slap.
She opened her mouth in a mix of shock and lust, her eyes looked at Thomas with disbelief: “Did you just slap my ass, Mr Shelby?”
Thomas just kept quiet, a grin growing on his face as he repeated the thing once again on the other butt cheek. Isabelle just returned the grin: “don’t you think this is something for the bedroom and not a pub?”
“We both know that would not be a punishment for you then, you vixen.” his hands groped over the sensitive flesh of her butt.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, her lips placing sensual kisses and pecks over his chin and the corner of his mouth: “take me home, Tommy and I will show you what a punishment would be.”
“Don’t you think our dates end too quickly in bed?” he joked as her lips trailed down his jaw until they finally found their way to his ear where she whispered a reply; “who said anything about the bed?” She heard a groan escape his lips and with that she was off his lap and on her feet, fixing the length of her dress before she was harshly dragged away from the table by Thomas’ hand. He was hasty and apparently, the lack of bed caused a great wish to head home.
Throwing some dollar bills onto the main bar, he nodded his head to the bartender and headed out with Isabelle. His car was parked not too far from the pub, but the harsh autumn wind resulted in shivers and goosebumps all over her half-exposed body. Thomas was soon to notice that and as a proper boyfriend cliché, he wrapped his jacket over her shoulders, covering at least some parts of her naked skin. Hand still holding hers, he led her to his car, where he opened the door for her, what earned him a peck on the lips. An eye-roll and an enjoying smile was his reply to that before he finally stepped into his car and made his way back to her apartment.
Once they arrived back into her building, Thomas felt like he was already somewhat at home in that place. He knew exactly which way to go, what floor to choose in the elevator and what door was hers. Yet there was something exciting about coming to her apartment, like two horny teenagers, wanting nothing else but some release. As soon as she unlocked the door Thomas pushed her inside, slamming the door closed behind him and pressing her chest against his, her lips finding his right away, her nails gently dragging over his scalp, while he was busy deepening the kiss and making his way to the living room with her, to the couch to be exact. There was something so appealing about not going straight to the bedroom. Either that on the horniness was simply too big to wait any longer.
Without breaking the kiss, he sat down on her couch and pulled with him, allowing her to sit on his lap: “The record for the shortest dates go to…” He whispered against her lips, she grinned in return and finished his sentence for him: “to the couple with the longest fuck.” his hands held her face the next second; his lips on hers.
His lips moulded on hers so well she felt herself trying to get closer to him; her hand holding his jacket, feeling his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth making her open it. His tongue exploring her mouth, his hands letting go of her face so he could hold her hips and make her rub against him again. This time her moan was swallowed by him, and he was getting hard again. The air in the room was hot. Once she opened her eyes, he broke the kiss and instead started to kiss and bite her neck, definitely leaving red marks on it. Isabelle’s fingers pulled on his hair again and he moaned on her neck making her push herself down on him harder.
He lifted his head to face her, his already plump looking mouth swollen and red making her almost salivate. Her lips were starting to get numb when he stopped kissing her again, just to remove unzip her dress. His rough fingers slowly dragged the zipper down her back, allowing the sleeves to slide down her arms. Taking advantage of the small distance between the, she began undressing him as well, throwing his jacket somewhere in the living room.
His eyes grew once he realized what she was wearing underneath the dress: “God I knew I had to rip that dress off your body as soon as I saw it.” Her breasts were covered in a red bra, apparently his favourite colour. His hands holding her breasts, squeezing them lightly, almost making them come out of her bra.
“You look so fucking hot in red,” he commented, without letting go of her breasts. His fingers played with the rim of her bra, sliding his digits underneath it. She bit her lip, while he teased her sensitive skin. However, as much as he enjoyed the bra, he enjoyed what was under it, even more, therefore, the bra was soon also lost somewhere in the living room. His eyes stared at her naked chest for a few seconds before his mouth went against one of them a short time later, and Isabelle’s head was thrown back as she felt his tongue pass around her nipple; one of his hands holding the other breast. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders gripping tightly onto him, yet her body movements had stopped for some time, and she only noticed when his other hand came back to her waist forcing her to move against his crotch once again. The moan that escaped through her mouth was way higher than the others, and the bastard smirked against her flesh as soon as he heard it. His lips soon shifted, paying attention to her other breast. She decided to do something by guiding her hands down his abdomen, unbuttoning his shirt. The skin of his belly shivered under her fingers, and his eyes opened and looked at her
As he was looking at her with those light blue eyes that turned darker just filled with lust, he threw his shirt off his body, while the dress she was wearing was still handing over her hips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, love.” Isabelle stared down at him, her hand gently tugging on his short hair, her mouth opened after hearing him. “I know how dirty you are, love, just like me. Punishing you would be a pleasure to you, such a fucking vixen.” He finished, biting his lip still looking at her with those dark eyes. At that point, she could confirm that her panties were ruined and wet.
“Why did you stop moving, love? Dirty talk is your kryptonite?” Thomas put both of his hands on her butt, rocking her body over his covered crotch while squeezing her ass with so much will that her head fell forward, and she placed her face in the crook of his neck. Her mouth opening again to let the air out, his mouth close to her ear again. “By that wetness, love, I guess I was right. I bet I could make you cum just from doing this, hm?” His words and the friction making hard to think.
“Fuck, look at you, Izzy. So fucking hot, getting yourself off on my trousers. You ruined them, love. I’m trying so hard to not just fuck the shit out of you right now.” He let go of her hips, putting his hands by his sides, but she simply could not stop moving. Her mouth is still open on his neck, letting out gentle moans while pressing sloppy kisses over his hot skin. “I think I should just let you come for me, would you like that baby?” she just nodded moaning his name. “Yeah, you want that? God you’re so sexy like this” he rested his head against the back of the couch, a smirk growing on his face, just enjoying the goddess getting herself off just by rocking over his crotch. “I’m going to fuck you so well after this, gonna bury my cock deep inside of your tight little pussy.”
“Fuck Thomas! You kiss your mother with that mouth.” despite being a literal mess, Isabelle could not help herself but to throw in some jokes. But they were cut off really quick as she felt the knot in her stomach getting tighter.
“No. I kiss you with that mouth.” He held her chin forcing her head up, pressing a hot, hungry kiss onto her lips. His mouth opens just a little letting some low moans escape The hand holding her jaw dropped, and two of his fingers came to her lips, slowly sliding inside of her mouth. Isabelle felt so turned on by it, automatically wrapping her lips around them, “Such a dirty girl, wrapping perfectly around my fingers. Makes me wanna put something else between those sexy lips.”
Isabelle’s eyes stared at him, dark and needy. Her hips kept on moving in a steady rhythm, yet she could not get enough of his dirty whispers and naughty thoughts. She was almost there. Her body was burning, and she couldn’t stop moaning even with his fingers in my mouth. Thomas was completely hard against her, her panties were not even a barrier anymore since they were so wet, but as soon as he pushed his lower body upwards, she let go.
She grabbed onto his neck with much force, a load groan leaving her lips as she finally felt her release running down her body: “Tommy, oh fuck, Thomas!”
“That’s it, love, fucking come for me” His voice was low and rough, her whole body throbbing without her control. Thomas hugged her body, preventing her from falling back and hitting the floor. His name coming out a few more times through her mouth, almost just like a prayer, “That was so hot, love.” Thomas chuckled softly and she sighed, a soft laugh left her lips as she realised what they had just done. It was desperate, literally feeling like horny teenagers, but it felt so fucking hot, but she wanted more. And Thomas wanted it as well. He put her down on the floor, allowing her to slowly stand on her feet, which subsequently caused the dress to fall down the floor, revealing the matching red panties, which were dripping wet at that point. Thomas stared at her for a moment. The tightness of his pants became evident. Isabelle soon noticed his stare and placed a hand on her hip: “you wanna take a picture or you wanna rather rip my panties off and fuck me, Tommy?” she laughed at his surprised reaction.
“Actually, I’d like to do both, but fucking you is my priority.” he commented before finally sliding the tight trousers down his legs, together with his shoes and socks, “I’m hard for too long, love. I don’t think I can’t hold it for much longer.” He slid his underwear down and Isabelle swallowed hard, her teeth already gripping onto her lower lips, preventing her from letting out an erotic moan. Isabelle sat down onto the couch, now free from her panties. Her legs slowly opened up for him, giving him the perfect view of her soaked core, as she leaned her head where he was leaning only a moment ago, hand grabbing onto her breast, playing with herself. Thomas cursed under his breath, moving his body so he was staying between her legs, his hands going up her thighs and she could already feel the heat coming back into her core.
“We never had dinner tonight, I might need to devour you instead.” her eyes widened and soon he leaned down, placing a sloppy kiss on her swollen lips. She could feel his member lean against her stomach, one of her hands moving towards it. She wrapped her hand around his hard member, causing them both to let out a moan at the same time. Her steady but slow movement made him break apart from her lips. The wet on the tip helping my movements, starting slow but getting at a fast pace kind of quickly, “You vixen!”
“You don’t want me to wrap my pretty little lips around your cock, Tommy?” Isabelle purred, her hand still pumping his hard shaft.
“Trust me, love, you can bet your sexy ass I’d love to see those lips around my cock, but that can wait for the next round, right now I want to be inside you.” His face was inches from hers. “Inside that pretty little pussy again” His hands released her, and he leaned on one of them so he could leave the other slowly pass by her breasts to her lower abdomen, making her shiver from head to toe. Despite his hand being rough, the warmth of his skin made her melt away. His hand touched her core and the malicious smile was back on his face.
“You think you can handle another orgasm before my cock, love?” Just the thought of the question made her moan loudly again. His fingers making quick and hard circular movements over her clit. Then two of his fingers got inside her without warning and she opened my eyes staring at Thomas, who was still smirking. He leaned on his knees, letting his other hand hold her onto the couch, forcing her back to be pressed down onto the soft furniture. “Yes, that’s right, love!” her vision was blurred, and she felt pleasure splash out of her. She could not hold it much longer as she was still raw and sensitive from her previous orgasm. She felt her body shake. This orgasm stronger and more intense than before. As she opened her eyes, Thomas was occupied by licking his fingers, a low groan escaping his throat as soon as he felt the hot liquid coating his mouth.
Isabelle bit her lip, staring at the man kneeling between her legs. However, the pining ended sooner than expected as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her from the couch, laying there instead of her. His back was now against the couch, a hand guiding Isabelle to sit on top of him. An eyebrow perked up as she tried to connect the dots on what he wanted. He laid on his back, his hand on his member moving slowly "You can’t expect me to do the work, now can you love?”
“Is that so? You want me to ride you, Tommy?” she challenged him, as she positioned herself on top of him, her wet core, pressing against his lower stomach. A groan left his lips as he kept on pumping his member. The vixen on top of him slid her finger up his chin to his lips, where he immediately bit her fingertip as soon as she touched his lips, “Want me to ride you, baby?” she slowly rose her hips, moving them downwards until she was hovering above his cock. He took this into his own hands, literally as his hand guided him inside of her. Once he was halfway inside of her she felt him stretching her without mercy. Her head pushed back, an erotic moan escaping her lungs. His hand stopped at her hips, pulling her down; a groan coming out of his mouth.
Her body started to move and had to lean her hands on the couch, just above Thomas’ head. As she was occupied with finding a steady rhythm and not falling apart too quickly, Thomas seemed to enjoy the sight he was having. Her hot sweaty skin, glistening in front of his eyes, breasts bouncing together with her hips. Therefore, it came as no surprise as his hands dropped to her waist and rising to her breasts. His lower lip pinned between his teeth and Isabelle could not not stare down at him, “Oh Thomas!” she whined, feeling his hands groping her sensitive breasts. Throwing her body back, Thomas held on to her waist again, lifting her and thrusting his hips back to hers.
Her hands closed tightly holding his hair and pulling him up. Sitting up he wrapped his arms around her back and ass, pressing their chests against one another. Their lips met in a desperate, sweaty kiss. Teeth crashing, lips smacking. Their moans and pants filled the room, her hips moving in a quicker pace. His nose brushing against hers and her eyes closed tightly as she felt his movements slow down, but still getting harder: “Look at me, Izzy, look at me, love” Thomas whispered hoarsely, and she forced myself to open her eyes. “I want you to come for me again, and I want to feel you come undone for me.” Her body was so sensitive, yet so needy of more, it should have been illegal to feel that good. Her lips pressed against his once more, hands resting on his neck to support herself.
“Tommy! God, Thomas!” she almost screamed his name, his hands on her waist wouldn’t let her stop and she could feel him throbbing inside her.
“Fuck I’m so close!” Thomas groaned huskily. The knot in her stomach getting so tight that she was clenching against him. He let a real growl out of his throat as her walls pressed against him, making it hard for him to get out of her.
“Tommy, fuck, I’m so close, fuck” she could no longer control her orgasm as one of his hands moved over her clit, rubbing quick small circles over the nerve. Her body pushing forward, making him hit just the right spot inside of her. Her body fell completely over his, and she could feel him spilling inside her. She raised her head to see his complexion of complete pleasure in his face, his mouth open and sweat running down his forehead. Their breaths were soon returning to normal, and we were still sitting on the bed until we calmed down.
He helped her part from him, placing her exhausted body onto the couch next to him. She felt empty as soon as he came out from inside of her. Despite their heartbeat slowly returning to its normal speed, they were still somewhat out of breath. She looked at him as he reached into his trousers and pulled out a cigarette, before sitting down next to her, an arm placed behind her head, resting against the couch.
Thomas looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Without saying a word, she climbed onto his lap again and took the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag herself. She was not much of a smoker, but something about nicotine after a hot round of sex did something to her. The dark cloud escaped her lips, her head leaning back, eyes closed. And that image made something click in Thomas’ brain, and so he cupped her chin and pulled her into another hungry kiss as if he did not just spend hours fucking her brain out: “Bloody hell woman, you will be the death of me.” he breathed out against her lips.
She chuckled wrapping her hands around his neck, her fingers still holding the cigarette: “what a lovely way of dying.”
“Fuck it.” she uttered, the hands resting on his shoulders slid to the collar of his expensive suit and gripped onto its fine material, causing him to crash his chest against hers. Their faced stood inches apart from one another for just a moment, Thomas searching her eyes to be sure of her implications, yet she only focused on his lips which she devoured in the next moment. Her lips were the indicator that she, in fact, ceased the fight and finally gave in to him.
Her eyes closed the second she felt his lips move against hers. Once she was deeply focused onto the kiss and knew that Thomas did not plan on moving away, she switched up the position of her hands to his head, sliding them over the sides of his head to his cheeks and jaw, where she left them, as the couple focused on deepening the kiss.
Thomas could not contain the tiniest smile that grew on his lips as she for once did not try to end the kiss or pull away. Their noses smashed against one another’s as their tilted their heads, intensifying the kiss. His hands held onto her sides, keeping her pressed against the barrel and against him. He did not care if anyone would see them, at that moment he felt something he rarely does – genuine happiness.
Air was not a necessity for either one of them. All they needed was to feel one another, and that would have succeeded if it was not for Thomas’ phone that started vibrating in his pocket. He wanted to ignore it, however, Isabelle had to make a remark while keeping her lips against his: “I hope that’s your phone I feel vibrating.” she chuckled against his lips, leaving one last peck on his already plump pink lips, before leaning back against the barrel, allowing him to attend to his phone call.
Thomas cursed through his teeth as he kept his body close to hers, a hand still holding onto her side while the other reached inside of his pocket and fished out his cell phone that was plastered by his brother’s name on it. He answered the call that seemed to have been in the waiting for a moment: “Arthur.” Thomas cold way of answering would throw most people off their guard, but not his brother.
“Where the bloody hell are you? You have a meeting that was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.” as Arthur was speaking in his usual loud manner, Thomas kept his eyes on Isabelle, who was momentarily biting her lip, while Thomas’ thumb circled against the part of her waist he was holding. The way his eyes searched her body only caused her to raise her eyebrows at him, to which he returned with the same gesture.
Pushing her body off the barrel, Isabelle’s hand cupped one side of his neck, while her lips pressed against the other side, leaving sensual and slow kisses over his hot skin. Her lips brushed over his pulse, feeling how its pace quickened. “Just tell them I am running late.” Thomas answers were even shorter than usual, due to the lack of concentration.
“Just get your ass over here and stop fucking around!” Arthur shouted, which ended up quite ironic considering Thomas wished he was fucking around in that moment. Thomas just ended up the call and shoved his phone back inside his pocket before pulling Isabelle away from his neck and pressing his lips against hers once again.
A moan escaped her lips, vibrating over to him. She pressed her body against his, grinding against him in ways he knew very well would lead to something they should not be doing in such a place, at least not when they were not alone.
“Love, as much as I would enjoy ripping that tight little dress of your body, we can’t be doing that here.” he commented slowly pulling away from her lips, “besides I have to get back to the office, my lunch break ended an hour ago.”
“You spent your lunch break sending me tons of roses and trying to get me to be with you?” she summarized with a questioning tone in her voice.
“Gotta spend that hour wisely.” he confessed and received a laugh from her, following by another kiss, “but seriously, love. We should be heading back to work now. Don’t worry, I don’t think this will be our last trip to this little place.”
As soon as he went back to the topic of the distillery, she felt something kick her in the guts, but she covered it all with a wide smile. She took his hand and walked outside with him, nodding to Oliver who hopefully did not catch any of the things happening in the back of his distillery.
It seemed like the time they have spent in the distillery made Thomas extra polite, as he not only held her hand as they were back to the car, but he also insisted on opening the door for her and helping her to get inside. Isabelle had to admit that she rather enjoyed the attention he was giving her, despite Gina’s plan being always in the back of her head.
Once they headed back towards Isabelle’s office, Thomas cupped her chin, pressing yet another kiss onto her lips: “you want some water?” she asked with an amused look on her face.
“No, why?” he frowned at her question.
“You seem very thirsty, Thomas.” she laughed, referring to all of the attention she was getting, including the big number of kisses she received in the last couple of minutes. As a reply to her teasing, Thomas grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to him, causing her to let out a small squeak that was soon shut off by his lips and the comment, “I will show you thirsty.”
The whole ride back to the office was composed of kisses, touching and the occasional small talk that led to consensual teasing, which lead back to the kissing part.
However, just before she headed out of the car to get back to her job, Thomas stopped her by holding onto her wrist: “I’ll pick you up from home at 8, be ready.” he ordered before placing one last peck on her lips and letting her step out of the car. Once she was outside, the car drove away, and she was left there standing bewildered of how one ride to the distillery changed her whole relationship status.
After an actually quite productive day in the office Isabelle, despite having inhaled at least a ton of rose scent, was feeling very joyful. Even if she should probably prepare for the death sentence Gina will give her once she finds out about the little fling going on between her and Tommy, all she felt was delight and excitement. The sensation of doing something forbidden but enjoying every second of it made her ecstatic. Besides, unless Gina spots them together there is nothing she would have to fear.
Therefore, she did not hesitate once she heard someone knocking on her door an hour after she arrived home from work. She could have ignored it and pretended that the make-out session in the distillery never happened, but she could not delete that memory from her head. In fact, she would prefer to repeat and recreate such memories a lot more often.
“Bloody hell…” Thomas’ curse was the first thing that echoed inside of her apartment once she opened the door for him, greeting him in the outfit, she carefully picked for their first – well actually the second date. A tight, probably too tight, long-sleeved, black off the shoulder mini body con dress, made out of the softest velvety material. Her olive-toned chest and cleavage peaked out of the dress, her shoulders shining due to a mix of body lotion and highlighter. Her legs going on for ages until finally ending in a pair of black high heels. She smelled like she wanted to be devoured and Thomas was not far from that.
“Hello to you too, Mr Shelby.” she chuckled, grabbing onto his tie and pulling him inside of her apartment while closing the door being him. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, dragging him in until her lips finally met his, melting in a hungry kiss. She felt as if she wanted to skip the date and get to the fun part.
Thomas’ hands roughly held onto her hips, pressing her body against his. His strong hands felt weak against the velvety material of her outfit and wished nothing but to rip it off her body. But he knew that they would not come far if he did that: “God, love. You will be the death of me.”
“Mmm how about I show you some pleasure before you die, Tommy?” she whispered, her tongue teasingly licking over his upper lip.
“Even if all I want is to ravish you, love, we have a date to get to.” his fingers held onto her dress, thereby pulling it higher, exposing more of her delicate skin.
Leaning back, Isabelle frowned at the man, a sapped pout on her lips: “can’t we skip it?”
“No can’t do, love.” he gave her a faint smile, before cupping her chin and pulling her into a gentle yet short kiss, “maybe next time.” and with that, he grabbed onto her hand and made his way out of her apartment, not even allowing her to grab a jacket.
“What makes you so sure there will be a third date?” she tried to keep up with his speed, but her heels did not make it any less difficult.
Suddenly he stopped his tracks and she crashed into his back, letting out a tiny whimper. Once she looked at him, he met her eyes. The look in his eyes was so confident, yet so mysterious, making her only want him more. Difficult to understand. Seemingly secretive. “I just know.” then he turned around and walked once again. Isabelle looked at him with a frown in between her eyes and a slightly opened mouth, before quickly walking after him.
As they stepped into the front of his SUV she realized that whenever they went on dates, he would be the one driving them and not his driver. To him it was a sign of power and masculinity, to be the one driving his date around and not someone else. Most likely a dumb reason, but Isabelle did not mind. In fact, she enjoyed staring at his face as he tried not to show his confusion due to driving on the other side of the road. Because unlike in his home country, in America they drive on the right side of the road.
Her eyes kept staring at his profile, admiring his chiselled and prominently outlined cheekbones and jawline. The faintly pale skin, plump kissable lips, long dark eyelashes. Unconsciously, she began biting and sucking on her lower lip, her legs pressed against one another, thighs rubbing against each other, to the point that even Thomas noticed it. Yet his face did not show any traits of the enjoyment he felt inside. Instead, he allowed his hand to move from the gear lever to the inside of her thigh, cupping one. A breath stuck in her throat as she felt the warmth of his hands so close to her core.
“Love?” he called out.
“Yeah?” she looked at him, with lust in her eyes.
“You need some water? You seem thirsty.” he chuckled, and she looked at him with shock and disbelief. His hand pulled away from her thigh after giving it a few pats, moving back to the gearstick.
She turned her head to the window and ignored him and his perfect face for a bit until they finally arrived at their destination, which happened to be a bar in the Upper West Side of the town. Not a fancy bar, which would be appropriate for the outfit she was wearing, but instead a real British pub in the middle of the Big Apple. Somehow, she felt bad for being surprised at his choice of date location, considering this was a big part of his life back in the UK. These places would be the most comfortable for him.
Therefore, she forgot his teasing and instead waited for him to step out of the car so she could take his hand and allow him to lead her inside the pub. But before they even stepped inside, he brought the hand he was holding up to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles, throwing her a smile. Then she was hit with a strong smell of cigarettes and beer, coming out of the just-opened main entrance to the pub. It was mostly filled with men watching a football game and some youngsters drinking and laughing about random things.
Thomas however, did not plan on sitting with her in the middle of the pub, at the bar. One he ordered them some pints, he led her straight to a small booth at the other side of the pub, where they were at least partly separated from the rest of the costumers, allowing them to enjoy the vibe but still have some privacy.
“A Brummie taking me to a pub, revolutionary,” she smirked, sliding into the booth, with Thomas following her, his hand resting behind her shoulders.
“Had to introduce you to my world,” he commented before lighting a cigarette.
“I’ve been to pubs before, you know?” she replied, leaning a side of her face onto the palm of her hand, while resting her elbow against the table.
“But not with a Brummie, Izzy.”
“Izzy? I see we’re giving nicknames now.” she noticed, a mocking grin spreading on her lips.
“You’re the one who started calling me Tommy.”
“Because everyone calls you Tommy.”
“Only the people I care about,” he whispered, but she understood, and she eyes looked for his, searching for hints of jokes, but found none.
A waiter brought their drinks and vanished just as quickly as he arrived. “I don’t mind.” she leaned in and pressed a peck against his lips, “I like Izzy.”
Thomas inhaled another breath of nicotine, while Isabelle tried a sip of the Ale she received. “So, Izzy, how about to finally tell me what you’re and Gina up to?” hearing that question made Isabelle choke on the alcohol that was just about to go down her throat. She let out a few coughs before looking at him. The serious expression on his face did not mean anything good and she knew that she was screwed.
As soon as the man vanished out of her sight and the lift signalled its movement downwards a different voice escaped from the adjoining bathroom: “well, he left quickly. I expected you to go for it right on your table.”
“Oh, fuck off, I had to somehow seem surprised by his visit.” Isabelle rolled her eyes and moved back to the seat, in which she was comfortably sitting prior to the unexpected visit.
“Sure you were. You were playing hard to get.” the other female in the room made her way to the desk and stood in front of it while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“It has to look like I am not into him. I expected that would turn him off and make him leave me alone. But no, that moron had to come looking for me.”
“You have to admit, it made our work a lot quicker now that we did not have to go looking for him.” the blonde woman chuckled, “though you’d have to calm down with the hard-to-get act. He would have left if you did not throw yourself on him like a floozy. If he would have informed the cops-”
“I had no other choice but to react so unprofessionally. He would have gone to the police. Probably not personally, he’d send some of his minions. But yes, I would end up on page 6 for something that’s not even true.”
“So, let me get this clear: instead of listening to our plan and sticking in the dark for a bit longer, you decided to go to that fucking party, talk to the man we are planning on killing and made him fucking fall for you. Then he tracked you down in, if I may say, no time and now you two will go on a fucking date!?” Isabelle could literally see the vein pop up on her friend’s forehead.
“I’ll just make him dislike me by the end of the date.” Isabelle shrugged.
“You know damn well that Shelbys don’t just give up. If he wants you, he will get you.”
“But I am not just anybody, for fuck’s sake. Trust me, he will hate me by the end of the night.”
The younger woman sighed and just nodded her head slightly: “Do you want me to borrow you something red to wear?”
“Who says I’ll be wearing red?” Isabelle chuckled and turned around in her chair. She stood up from it and stepped right in front of the glass wall, parting her from the open New York air, “I promise you, Gina, Thomas will regret ever walking up to me on that rooftop.” she whispered the last sentence before smirking devilishly.
The following day was rather uneventful for bother Thomas and Isabelle. Both of them were occupied with their usual business and working hours, leaving not much time to think about the upcoming date. Yet, whenever Tommy had two seconds between his meetings, he could not help himself but to allow a small grin to appear in the corners of his lips, usually cut off by his secretary, who announced the next meeting or appointment. It has been quite some time since Thomas willingly admitted that he was somewhat excited to see a woman. Not since he has lost his first wife.
Isabelle on the other hand, was clearly not as amused by the thought of having to go out with her (or rather her friend’s) enemy. While she was occupied by her as usual packed schedule, her mind would still slide in some images of the man that so straightforwardly blackmailed her and showed his interested in her, all in less then five minutes.
If the circumstances were any different, she would have probably taken a liking in him. However, due to the shit she got herself into, a long time ago, there was no way she could let her feelings take over her common sense. Protecting herself was always going to be her priority.
Therefore, and probably for the thrill in messing with people, she decided to make this date one Thomas would never forget.
While she was working on some paperwork, Isabelle’s secretary walked inside: “Miss Datcu, your 6 o’clock says he is running late. Should I reschedule him for some other time?”
Isabelle looked up at her secretary and smiled in a polite manner: “No need, Pam, tell them they do not need to hurry, I’ll see them when they arrive.” Her secretary just nodded her head at the unusual answer and left her office be.
She knew very well that spontaneous change in her schedule would lead to her tardiness and most likely to Thomas’ fury, as he did not enjoy being left hanging. That is why she chose to do it.
Unlike Isabelle, Thomas was more than ready to head out for the date and hour before the scheduled time. He even cancelled his last meeting, unsure about its time of closure. But all of that ended up being pointless, because in the end, Isabelle was most certainly right in her assumption that she would be late for the date. Sadly, not the degree she hoped. The 6 o’clock came in at 7, therefore she was already done by half-past 8 and had no choice but to leave the office and head downstairs to a rather irritated Thomas, who was leaning against his SUV.
However, unlike the usual times when he would have his driver with him, Thomas decided that he would drive by himself that night. Thomas made sure to dress for the occasion. It was certainly no tuxedo, but one of his finer suits would do the date justice enough. In short, he was looking like his usual self.
As Isabelle finally stepped out of the building, she spotted the man in front of his car, leaning against it with his back, his head bent down looking at the ground as he played with the cigarette in between his fingers. She stopped her tracks for a moment, standing twenty feet away from him. Unfortunately, he looked dashing, just standing there waiting for her. Biting the inside of her cheek, she could not help herself but to check him out. Just for a second. It would not hurt anyone, now would it?
She noticed the fancy attire and quickly took a glance at her, which made it clear to everyone that she was the underdressed one in that situation. Her eyes glanced to the side, before letting out a sigh. She did not think he would dress up so fancily for their date. Then again, he is Thomas Shelby after all. Compared to him, she looked like she was ready to go clubbing.
While she was busy avoiding the situation and overthinking all the possibilities for her escape, she did not realize Thomas spotted her from afar.
He clicked his tongue as he looked at the woman standing not far from him and yet refused coming closer and to apologise for making him wait so long. Usually, he would have left the moment she made him wait longer than a minute, but she was different. She caught his interest.
Thomas took long footsteps towards the woman and snapped her out of her thoughts: “You’ve got some explaining to do. You made me wait for over 30 minutes.”
Isabelle turned her head towards the taller man and regained her usual bitchy face expression: “Is it already that late? Oops, I must have lost track of time. You know the deal: meetings, appointments, the usual agenda.”
“And what the fuck are you wearing? Didn’t I tell you to wear red?” he looked down at her. Instead of wearing red, she decided to go for an all-black look. A black Iron Maiden T-shirt, tucked into a tight short black leader skirt, combined with black thigh-high boots and a black leather jacket to complete the look. Even though she looked irresistible and almost tantalising, that outfit was not fitting for the occasion and location of their date.
“What do you mean? I think I look like quite the catch, besides I am wearing red. See?” she pointed at her red lipstick, covering her luscious lips. Her brown eyes looked at him viciously. She was testing him with every word that came out of her mouth.
Thomas just stared at her for a second, with his standard emotionless expression, before clicking his tongue and grabbing onto her wrist before she could put her hand back down next to her body: “Let’s go.”
Isabelle was surprised at how cool he took it. She expected an outburst, but all she got was him holding onto her wrist as he made his way back to his car. Once she was finally on his passenger seat, he could sigh and light another cigarette, placing it between his lips, before stepping into his car and making his way.
Isabelle tried her best not to make any small talk. She wanted to make it obvious to him that she had no interested in him. And since her fashion choice did not help her, she tried to cease any contact with him, until they were on the date location. But staring out of the window and looking at the same old New York she has seen so many times before, bored her. So, she could not resist, but to catch a glance at the man who was driving. She analysed his expression, the fine lines around his eyes and forehead, obviously showing that frowning for a longer period of time is not good for the fight against wrinkles. Yet he looked very handsome. Clean shaved face, hair styled in a somewhat messy manner, shorter on the sides and longer on top of his head, long eyelashes that accentuated his light blue eyes.
“Has no one ever taught you it’s rude to stare?” Thomas broke the silence while keeping his eyes on the road. Even if he tried to look confident while driving by himself, he tried his best to focus on the road and not to cause any accidents.
“I wasn’t staring. I was analysing.” Isabelle leaned back against her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.
“And what have you been analysing, Miss Datcu?”
“How can a man turn into such an asshole.”
“Ouch. Do you speak to all of your dates like that?”
“Only to the ones that I can’t stand.” her reply made him chuckle.
He was quiet for the next few moments before he pulled in front of one of the fanciest restaurants in New York City. “Let’s change that, shall we?” he looked at her for a second. She returned the look and swallowed hard, holding harshly onto her bag. Then she broke the eye contact and opened the door of the car, stepping out and quickly tugging her skirt a bit lower. Usually, she would not give a damn whether someone would see her dressed like that or not. Her style was not a reflexion of her work ethics and competences. However, being seen in such a place dressed like that would make her stand out even more, and that’s the last she needed that night. But instead of encouraging her decision, Thomas just placed a hand onto her lower back, pulled her closer to his side and whispered in her ear: “I don’t mind the outfit, love.”, before he threw the keys to the valet and made his way inside the restaurant with Isabelle by his side, staring at him speechlessly.
“You went all out I see, Mr Shelby,” Isabelle whispered more to herself than to him, as her eyes wandered around the room.
“Still on with that Mr Shelby shit?”
The two of them were seated in one of the best seats in the restaurant, despite being late for their dinner. By the amount of money Thomas paid them to book a place in such short notice, they would not mind saving the seat for a bit longer.
As soon as Isabelle sat down at her place, she crossed her legs and tilted her head, “I don’t refer to strangers by their first name.”
“So, we are strangers?” Thomas leaned back against his chair and stared at the woman sitting across from him.
“Aren’t we? I would even go as far to say we are more than strangers, we are enemies.”
“Enemies? Would enemies go out for dinner?” he wondered as the waiter brought them the menu, yet neither one of them cared enough to look at their waiter. It was more satisfying throwing one another looks with different meanings.
“Looks to me more like a truce, Mr. Shelby.” she added before pulling the waiter right back by his apron, “vodka martini, make it strong.”
The clearly surprised waiter just quickly nodded his head before throwing a glance at Thomas, who was still staring at the woman with curiosity, “Irish whisky.”
Immediately, the waiter vanished towards the bar, undeniably afraid of the couple sitting in the middle of the dining area.
“Truce, huh? You think I’d be considering an agreement with the woman who bashed my family the moment she met me?”
“Was I lying though?” she leaned her elbows against the dining table, on each side of the plates and silverware, “aren’t your brother and your wife dead? Isn’t your family known for being part of the notorious Brummie gang?”
“That might be true. However, for someone that supposedly despises me, you were pretty close to me yesterday.” He leaned closer to her and continued, “I’ve seen the way you looked at me, love. You-”
“You’re delusional. I was just caught off guard. I wouldn’t even want to be seen dead next to you.” she scoffed.
Pursing his lips, he nodded his head and accepted that insult: “But I am surprised that in all the criticism and admonition, you did not bother to slur my descent.” he kept on staring at the woman, who was taken back by that comment.
She quickly leaned back against the chair and replied: “we do not have an influence on our origin.” Isabelle knew right away that he knew more about her heredity than she would have liked it.
“As a gypsy girl yourself it would be uncalled for that you diss your bloodline, now wouldn’t it?” Thomas smirked at the change of her expression.
Her eyes suddenly met his and she could feel the ticking in her eye. She was very close to snapping, but she had to control herself in such an environment. Thankfully the stern eye contact was broken once the waiter came with their drinks.
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter threw them a polite yet somewhat fearful smile.
“I lost my appetite.” Isabelle rolled her eyes and turned her head the other way, while Thomas smirked casually at her before looking at the waiter, “we’ll have the oysters with bacon mignonette for starters. For the main course I’ll have the Ris de veau with mélilot scented red kuri squash purée and the lady will have the grilled swordfish with butternut squash shallot marmalade. We will see later what we’ll have for dessert.” he looked at her and she raised her eyebrow at him, surprised that he dared to order instead of her.
“I said I am not hungry.” she glared at him
“Come on, love. The date has just begun.” he sipped on his drink while keeping his eyes at her.
“I’m here against my will, love.” she threw him a fake smile, “I don’t feel like eating.”
“You’re here because you don’t want me to inform the coppers about your little business. You know the consequences of opposing me, yet you come here dressed like that, make me wait for you for half an hour. You are really something else.”
“I am here because I have to be, no one mentioned anything about me having to enjoy it.”
“By your body’s reaction on my touch, I’d say otherwise.” he chuckled.
She opened her mouth, ready to throw another comeback, but nothing came out of her mouth, so she closed it again.
“Thought so.” he added while she quickly drowned her whole drink, before pointing the waiter that she wanted another one.
“Why the deal?” she changed the topic right away again.
“What do you mean?”
“You could have blackmailed me to the date right away. Having a business contract with my company is of no use for you. You have enough of your own alcohol production, you do not need mine.”
“Competition, love.” he sipped on his drink just before the first course of food came in, to which Isabelle stayed unbothered and just kept on listening to him, “Have you ever heard of Alfie Solomons?”
“The rum Jew?” she raised her cheeks, curled her upper lip and drew the lip corners down and back as a form of confusion and disgust.
“Precisely.”
“And what does he have to do with any of this?”
“Our friendly neighbourhood rum-making Jew has been making contacts around the world with different production companies, assuring his profit from their makings. He gives them a straight entrance into the European market and takes care of the safety of their goods on their way to Europe. From all the shit Alfie did, this one might be his best investment.”
“To which you could not just stand by and do nothing. The poor Thomas Shelby had to go and do the same thing.”
“I knew you were smart, another reason why I found liking in you.” he chuckled before placing a forkful of food inside his mouth.
“You haven’t even seen my business and you want to invest in it, isn’t that rather stupid?”
“Just another reason to see you again, Isabelle.”
She did not expect him to say that. It took her by surprise. A shaky slow smile built in her as the surprise sank in, but she covered it with the rim of her glass. Thomas however, clearly saw what influence he had on her and smiled as well.
“Now it’s my turn to ask questions. If you were so against my family, why did you come to the party?” after a few moments of silence, Tommy changed up the topic.
Isabelle looked at him and blinked a few times before pouting her lips and lowering the corners of her lips downwards while she was thinking of an answer: “Hmm..let’s see. You became the talk of the town since you put the Changrettas out of business, which was quite the stunt you’ve pulled there, if I may add. Everyone wanted to do business with you, rather than fear you as competition since we all know that you do not play fair. And it seems that matches perfectly well with your plan of massive expansion.”
“Everyone fears us, besides you.” Thomas corrected her.
“My sector has hardly anything to do with you and unless you plan on expanding in the tech business, I have nothing to fear.”
“Correct, love, but that still doesn’t explain why you came to the party.”
“I had to find out if all the fuss about you was justified. All the rumours, all the stories about the wild British savages, coming to the land of endless possibilities. Had to see if you are as special as everyone said.” she finished while taking a sip of her second drink.
“And? Are we?” Thomas leaned in.
He was clearly flirting with her, and she clearly could not resist to throw one back at him: “Annoying, tactless, frank, rude…”
“But?”
“Intriguing.” she added in a form of a low whisper.
They looked at each other for a few moments. Meanwhile the waiters took their mostly empty plates and replaced them with the main course. The two of them, however, did not directly notice any of that because they were too focused on the tension that grew between them.
Isabelle cursed herself, knowing damn well she fucked up at that moment. They were staring at each other for too long. So long that she had to think of a way to cease it. Having not much time to think, she did the most irrational thing she could think of at that moment and ‘accidentally’ flipped over her glass and subsequently spilling most of a martini over herself.
“Oh fuck,” she quickly stood. Thomas looked up at her with raised eyebrows, “I’ll fix this in the bathroom. Be right back.” she gave him a fake grin, her eyes narrowing in a supposedly polite way, before she quickly rushed to the bathroom.
Once inside she sighed and leaned against the sink, completely ignoring the alcohol that stained her clothing and is going to most likely leave an alcoholic smell to it. But now she could finally try to end the suggestive thoughts about the man she is supposed to dislike. Unfortunately for her, all she could think of is how his lips would feel against hers.
“Fucking hell woman. Keep your urges to yourself.” she hissed at herself in the mirror before lightly slapping her cheek.
In the next moment someone else stepped inside the bathroom and she quickly pretended like she did not speak to herself right now but instead was trying to fix the mess on her shirt. Her head looked at the mirror to catch a glimpse of who stepped inside. As soon as she realised that it was actually Thomas who got inside and gasped and turned around, pressing her butt against the sink.
“Thom- Mr Shelby what are you doing in the women’s bathroom?” she pressed a little hand towel against the wet spot of her shirt. Meanwhile, Thomas just swiftly paced towards her, pressing his hands on either side of her, resting against the sink edges. His body was so close to her and she looked away, trying her best to seem uninterested and cold. But the soft pink colour on her cheeks exposed her.
“Do you honestly think I do not know what you’re doing here, missy?” Thomas whispered in his usual low voice.
“Drying my clothes?” a sudden the onset of sass and a hint of frustration grew on her as she looked down at the cloth on her shirt.
Thomas cupped her chin between his thumb and index finger, gently pinching it to make her face him. His eyes wandered from her eyes to her lips and back: “Mmm let’s not pretend you don’t feel the tension between us. Since the moment you saw me, you desired to get closer to me, yet you convince yourself that you hate me. How come?”
“You’re delusional. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” she tried to escape from him and walk away from this, but he pulled her back between his arms and trapped her against the sink and his body.
“All I know is that right now I rip your clothes off, right here in this bathroom and make you scream my fucking name.”
“Mr Shelby, this is highly unprofessio-”
“Call me Mr Shelby one more time and I will kiss you so hard you will forget your own bloody name.” he hissed at her in a low manner. Her mouth opened up just slightly. Her brain was too focused on holding back the hunger she felt for him, to focus on anything else. Unconsciously her face leaned in towards him, nose faintly grazing over his as a breath stuck in her throat. His hands moved slowly from the sink to her sides. The moment she felt his hands against her waist she felt a tingle up her spine. A pleased smirk glued on his face, he felt her body giving in. Her hands climbed upwards to his chest, pressing against the strong muscles. He inhaled the captivating smell of her perfume as she was just about to press her lips against his.
“…someone in control. I’m normally giving myself a pep talk: ‘You need to get out and do this now.’ I’ve suffered from anxiety, so it’s important to tell myself I’m doing my best.”
