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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 13, 2015 22:01:51 GMT -5
His fingers against her thighs set her skin beneath her dress ablaze, and she found herself pulling him even closer to him so that there wasn't any space remaining between the two of them. Pressing the length of her body back against his as she pulled him in closer, she continued to taste him - relishing in the flavor. This was exactly what she needed in order to forget about Finley. He was another one of her many sexual victims, and that was it. There was nothing going on between the two of them, and nothing was going to blossom there either... At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
He pulled away, and a light frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. His lips hovered above the soft, pale flesh of her neck and vibrated against her as he spoke. A gasp escaped her mouth as he bit down roughly on the most tender spot of her neck, and she hissed softly as he continued to hold the bite. "Fucker.." She muttered, nails digging into his shoulders as a reflex. When he threatened her, she smirked and laughed dryly before yanking his hair back so that his neck was craned.
"Oh, Heath, you're so cute when you get all riled up and make threats," she snickered, her free hand beginning to rip at his shirt - popping buttons off left and right. "But..." She paused, looking at his exposed chest momentarily - still holding his head back firmly by the hair - and claw fast and deep at it, leaving behind hot red lines from each nail. "I don't think you're quite aware of who you're dealing with here. I'll eat you alive," she stated flatly in a calm, composed voice.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 13, 2015 23:29:24 GMT -5
One minute, he was in control, doing what he normally did...and then, just like that, he wasn't. Instead, his neck arched backwards, and he peered downwards at Teagan as she began to violently tear open at his button-down shirt. A part of him was extremely aroused by the way she refused to be ordered around and took control himself....and yet, there was a bigger part of him that was nothing but annoyed by it. Who the hell was she to think that she had the right to control him?
He hissed in both pain and arousal as her nails dig into his chest, leaving bright red scratch trails down his front. Her words were dripping with a threat of their own, and it was then that he realized that enough was enough. He was not about to let her order him about. With a swift, quick motion, he pulled himself away from her reach, then stood up straight, eyeing her with a growing anger.
"I don't care who you are," he told her brashly. "All I know is that I will not allow myself to be dominated by a woman. So," Heath quickly advanced on her before pushing her back against the desk, making sure her backside was pressed against the surface, "you can either listen," he let his hands bunch around the hem of her shirt, "or not. I don't care either way. I will get what I want, nevertheless."
With one tear, he ripped the front of her shirt down the middle, then hurriedly pulled it off her arms to reveal her bra. He eyed it for a few seconds, then looked into her eyes, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. "So, what will it be?"
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 14, 2015 22:33:16 GMT -5
Suddenly backed against the desk, she felt the pressure and the heat beginning to build between them, and Tegan felt a fire flare up in her chest. He was no Finley, but she wanted him. Wanted to test him, push him to his limits, and then take him for all that he was. So, as he ripped her shirt in two and tugged it from her shoulders, she couldn't help but to smirk at him standing in front of her with arms crossed impatiently over his chest. "Oh, Heath," she snickered, shaking her head a bit. "You O'Brien boys sure know how to talk a lot of game, but if I were back in Ireland with the suitors my family deemed appropriate, I would already be bent over this desk screaming out the name of my pleasurer."
She was challenging him and trying to push every single button she could locate on him, and she would be damned if it wasn't going to work. Heath was such a prideful man that she knew every single snide remark she made would cause that pride to flare up and his aggression to rise with it. So, reaching her hand forward, she gripped his collar and tugged him towards her forcefully - bringing his face down close to hers. "So, Mister O'Brien, I suggest you back up your words if you aren't just a coward." And with that, she pushed her lips against his once more in a single, firm, momentary kiss before pushing him back and releasing his collar.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 15, 2015 22:49:39 GMT -5
The girl in front of him wasn't Ana, but she might as well have been...because everything she was saying and doing reminded Heath exactly of the Russian girl who worked at the Underground. Why, even now, was she constantly fucking always in his head? She had said her piece...she had said what she felt, and she had moved on. Now, why wasn't that easy enough for him? He growled in annoyance...not at anything in-particular...but really, at himself.
Did Teagan really have the nerve to to speak to him the way that she was? Oh, she would regret that. Very soon. No one spoke to him in such a taunting manner and get away with it unscathed. They kissed quickly once more, and as they both pulled apart, he stumbled back a bit, only to catch his footing a few moments later. "Bitch..." Heath then mumbled, before, in one motion, lunged forward to catch her chin in one of his hands.
He then stepped forward to stand in front of her, then slowly began to move his fingers back along her jaw line before squeezing firmly. "Because of your inappropriate tone with me, I will make sure you do not leave my house without a few bruises to color your pretty white skin." Heath whispered. After another firm, painful squeeze to her jaw, he pulled his hand away and back down to his side.
"Rest assure Teagan, I will make you scream my name and you will love it," He told her, seriousness dripping from his tone. "But first," he began to undo his pants, "get on your knees."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 17, 2015 9:18:23 GMT -5
The rise she was getting out of him was pure bliss, and Teagan found a twisted smirk appearing on her lips. She had always been a selfish person who enjoyed toying with the emotions of others, but pushing Heath's buttons in this very moment was the epitome of a perfect night for her. His eye twitched slightly as her words dripped like venom from her lips, wanting nothing more than to retaliate for her overstepping her boundaries as a woman. But then again, that was exactly what she wanted, now wasn't it?
"A bitch, hmm? Not very original, Mister O'Brien. I've been called that one many times before," she snickered. But as he lunged forward, she tensed up slightly, unsure of what his next move would be. His fingers began to dance along her chin before they suddenly squeezed down painfully. Wincing, she inhaled sharply through her nose and glared up at him. So, he planned to leave bruises, huh? "That simply won't do," she said with a shake of her head. "My skin is too precious for bruises, love. Afraid there will have to be a change of plans."
Another painful squeeze, and she growled under her breath - feeling relief as he finally released her. What came next, though, brought an amused smirk to her face, and she raised a brow at him in challenge. "No 'please'? Come on, Heath. Don't be rude," she said as she folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 17, 2015 12:00:43 GMT -5
Heath could not believe his ears, or his eyes? When would this girl fold? She had to be the most irritatingly stubborn woman he had ever come across, and that was not intended to be any kind of compliment. If he hadn't been so aroused, he would have sent her away; because any girl that put up top much of a challenge, generally, was not worth the time and certainly not worth the little patience he had. Hopefully, he silently thought, she would at the very least, be a decent lay. That was the only thing he felt like he needed at the moment.
His eyebrows raised at her rebellious nature, and his fingers halter to a stop against the zipper of his pants. Letting out a barking, bitter laugh, he crossed his arms over his own chest, shooting her a rather cold, stony glare. "Do you not take instruction well? If that's the case, then it would be my duty to inform my uncle of how disobidient you are."
Taking a step back towards her, his eyes pointedly pierced her own. "I won't ask again. If you cannot follow orders, then I will assume that you need assistance, and I will call Joey in here to help you."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 19, 2015 17:22:06 GMT -5
Threats that were backed by the actions of others always made Teagan sick to her stomach, and this was no exception. Was Heath seriously threatening to tell on her? She figured he was a bit weaker than some of the other O'Brien men given that he was constantly followed by a big, bulky bodyguard, but she didn't realize he was beneath even making his own threats. "You're fucking serious?" She spat, glaring harshly back at him. "Make your own threats; don't pull your uncle or your bodyguard in to give you backup." She scowled at him as he stepped closer, and at this point, sex with this man seemed to disgust her more than anything else. Weak, inferior, pathetic excuse for a man...
But, she was in too deep now. Even though he was a sorry excuse for an O'Brien by playing the "I'm going to tell my uncle on you" card, she didn't feel like dealing with the wrath of Cormac either. Because, while Teagan was close to being family, Heath was actually blood related. So, with a roll of her eyes, she slowly lowered herself into a crouched position before reaching out to finish undoing his pants. Perhaps if she was lucky, she could get away with just giving him a blowjob and leaving.
So, with that in mind, she pulled his already throbbing cock out of his pants and wrapped her lips around the tip - sucking softly as her hand began to stroke his shaft simultaneously.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 19, 2015 22:08:07 GMT -5
As she spoke, her words laced themselves with anger, bitterness, and malice. Heath knew coming into that night that Teagan O'Malley certainly wasn't a proper lady; but he never excepted her be as big of a firecracker as she was. Instead of giving her the satisfaction of a response, he simply arched both of his brows at her, his eyes dancing along her form. Normally, he would have punished such rude, brash behavior; but being the proper, merciful man he had always strive to be, he wouldn't do such a thing...especially to a woman.
He would also never tell his uncle on her; the idea of doing so was simply ridiculous and childish. The threat had been, indeed, empty...though she did not have to know that. Sicking Joey on her would have been...inappropriate. As much as he loved having a bodyguard at his side, Heath was ultimately not a coward. If the time called for it, he would gladly enforce the law upon anyone who decided to try their luck in the first place.
He watched with stagnant, flat features as she kneeled before him, pulled down his pants, then quickly took him into her mouth. Immediately, he fought back a groan, and instead, closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her mouth working against the tip, then sliding down slowly on his shaft; all the while, one of her hands working their own kind of "magic" itself. The tension within him was building, and he could feel it.
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