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Her body flowed to the music. The beat playing around her matched every rhythm she produced as she swirled around seductively. Her eyes were closed, her hair was streaked with red, contrasting with the bright blonde that was her hair. Her skin was slick with sweat from her many hours of dancing among the other migrating bodies. Her hips twisted and turned, her hands roamed her hot body as she resoundingly danced among the people surrounding her as the mass of young adults moved as one. Her full breasts were encased in a black, lace bra, the piece of lingerie pushing her breasts up, making them look fuller and sexier. Since her name had not been on the list to get in, she had been forced to take off her shirt, thankfully distracting the bouncer and guards long enough for them to let her into the heavily guarded and exclusive club that was owned by the most wanted criminal in her country, Angelus "Angel" Dravers. She had given the men outside her shirt in pay, now only clothed in a small matching thong covered in a blood red micro mini-skirt, standing up on black platforms. There was one, and only one, reason why she was there, in that particular club on that particular night. It was rumored that Dravers was to appear in that very club that night, coming to deal with some unfinished business. She had a purpose. She was on a mission. Her orders were clear. She was to attract the unsuspecting Angel Dravers and seduce him, than kill him with the knife she had hidden in the waist band of her skirt. It was simple. She had never failed before. Her boss wanted someone dead, she did the deed. And she always succeeded. This time, her boss wanted Dravers done for. Wanted the man who had rivaled him for years dead so he could finally take over. It would be her greatest and hardest job. Something that would put her at the top, right next to the man she served. Where she felt she belonged. Long ago, she had already proven herself, but it was a male dominated arena where she did her work. Buffy Summers rose her arms in the air, swinging her body to the song as the people around her touched her, danced with her, hugged her. She did not notice them, her thoughts on the job she had to get done. Now, the only thing she needed to worry about was the master criminal mind who’s future was to be distinguished in a matter of hours. As she thought back to the details that were always given to her before she actually did the job, she remembered seeing Dravers’s surveillance photos, remembered seeing his dark features and dark eyes, remembered how fired up she had been once her eyes had laid upon the photos. She couldn’t deny it. They guy was fucking hot. Hotter than most men. But, as usual, she pushed those thoughts away, always did, never letting personal feelings get in the way, because that led to some unwanted problems. Always had, always will. But, the more she thought of him and the more out of control her fantasies got, she knew it would be a problem. A big one. Lowering her hands, she once again caressed the soft skin that was her taut stomach, knowing she had the attention of many of them men in the room. But, the one gaze she failed to notice was that of a man who stood in a room above the large crowd, his eyes on her, her movements making waves of desire crash through his system. It was the one man she was there to kill. And she had no idea how hard that would be.
Angel Dravers watched the young woman dance downstairs amongst the many members who were apart of his club. Watched as men constantly groped her, attempted unspeakable things. But she would have none of it. She danced like she waited for one man in particular to take her into notice. He had come to the meeting he had needed to attend here dressed casually, but dressed to kill. He knew he had a great body, looking sexy as hell, and he knew he was the obsession for many women. But, it was his reputation that kept him under control. He couldn’t afford to lose everything he had worked for because he was being careless. Wearing tight, black leather pants and a black wifebeater, he allowed his eyes to admire the fine body of the woman he had his eye on, the desire and lust only adding fuel to the quickly growing fire within him. Clenching the beer bottle he held, he knew he had to have her. Had to be inside her. Had to feel her body writhe underneath his as she came. Narrowing his eyes, he made his decision. He didn’t care about the fact that he was the most wanted man in this country, maybe the next. A need inside him telling him to go and claim the woman that called out to him. Ignoring the curious gazes of the men who worked for him, he headed to the stairs into the heart of the club, Oceans, where he immediately began searching for her. He ignored the women who seemed to flock to him like a hungry birds. And he was the food. But the only thought in his head at the moment was that of the sexy, petite blonde that seemed to have every males attention, especially in that outfit. Pushing his way past people, he headed to the middle of the dance floor, knowing that was where he would find her. Which he did. Standing amongst a group of people, mostly men, she stood, moving her body sexily to the beat, her eyes closed. Her back was to him, but he knew it was her. The way she moved was enough evidence. Once more pushing his way through the pulsating bodies, he came up behind her, the flashing lights making him look taller compared to her small frame. Music booming, he slid up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, pressing his chest into her nearly bare back, moving to the music’s beat with her.
Something inside her knew immediately who’s hands gripped her hips and started moving with her. Buffy smiled and opened her eyes, deciding not to turn around but to move against him. She gripped his hands and moved them up and down her body, moving them to grip her breasts. Once there, she felt the man behind her squeeze. She gasped and laid her head back against his shoulder, closing her eyes, deciding to play with him. He did it again, but harder and Buffy moaned, her hips grinding against his, her ass pressing into him. He leaned down to kiss and suck on her neck and Buffy was surprised how good it actually felt, arching her neck into his mouth, giving him better access to her skin. He nipped and licked the sensitive spots on her throat, making Buffy bite her lip. Better than I imagined, she thought, one of her hands finding the back of his neck, pressing his mouth into her. Her other hand found the back of his shoulder as his hands began moving down her waist as their bodies grinded against the other, silently making their own music. Angel found she tasted than he would have ever thought, his hands gliding over her lithe body, wanting, no, needing, to feel her, know her body as well as he knew his own. More than that. He removed his mouth as she turned around in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and looking up at him. He tightened his arms and his hand wandered down to down to her plump ass, squeezing one of her cheeks. Going low enough, he could feel skin because of her skirt. Looking down at her, he realized how truly beautiful she was, the height from which he had been at lying. Glowing blonde hair with small streaks of dark red flowing through it. Her face was sweaty and deliciously lustful. Her lips were full and heart-shaped, the red of them making her hazel eyes glow. Oh, fuck. Buffy hid her shock well. She had not actually realized herself how absolutely gorgeous he was. His hair was spiky and soft to the touch, his eyes pools of dark brown she knew she would drown in if she could. Looking into them now, she saw them clouded with pure desire and true lust, making her slightly wet between the legs from their intensity. She broke out of her reverie, mentally shaking her head and pushing those kind of thoughts out of her head when he spoke. "Hi." Buffy reveled in his deep voice before responding. "Hey," she said, her voice husky and needy. He gazed at her. "Angel." Buffy almost smirked at the small note of pride in his voice, as if he knew it would impress. But, she was more preoccupied with her troubling thoughts. Should she tell him her name? She never told anyone her name except for her truly close friends, the few that she had, that is. But, before she could contemplate it, she just said it. "Buffy." Angel raised his eyebrows. One, because of the fact that he was so attracted to her and two, because the name belonged to the woman he was supposed to seduce and keep "hostage" until her boss came for her and three because she said her name so boldly. Her boss had clearly stated that she was careful and shouldn’t be underestimated. Well, he was wrong as the fucking sun was bright. And if the gods didn’t strike him down in the next few hours, he was going to enjoy this seduction. Staring at her young face and feeling her hot, soft body against his hard one, though, he decided she was acting innocent enough. He wanted to kick himself for just giving into his desires as he did and not remembering his real purpose here. And for not realizing that the woman he had been staring at was one of the reasons he was in this club in the first place. Anyway, how could he deny the question in her eyes. The one question that he himself was asking. Wanna get a room and fuck each other senseless? How, indeed? Buffy watched his reaction to her name carefully, wondering why his eyebrows had shot up at her name. To distract him in case he did recognize her name, she leaned up and captured his lips in a searing kiss, feeling him respond roughly. Teeth crashed and tongues dueled rapidly. As he pulled away, Buffy found herself panting heavily, her eyes clouded and he leaned in, breathing on her ear softly, making her shiver, made her forget about all of the questions she had been asking herself. He licked her lobe. Buffy found her eyes shuttering closed and her mouth open, deep and silent moans escaping her. "Let’s get out of here," he whispered in her ear, breathily. She shivered against him and didn’t even need to nod her head as Angel guided her off the dance floor, towards the staircase. His arm was hanging loosely around her thin waist as her arm cradled his shoulder. She saw women eyeing her, evil glints and jealous sparks in all their eyes. Buffy smiled and felt good about the fact that she had him, only her, before remembering her purpose. She remembered the knife that was sewn into the waistband of her skirt. She remembered her boss and her assignment. Angel could see men staring at Buffy’s body, the barely there outfit she sported, and felt a possessive feeling he didn’t know could hold so much power. His arm tightened around her and she, as if sensing the other people’s stares, leaned up and started kissing his neck, which wasn’t difficult because of her added height. He almost purred from her soft touches as her hand fluttered on to his chest. Reaching the stairs, he hurried up them, Buffy keeping equal pace with him. He smiled. They continued to climb until they reached the second floor, immediately heading to an elevator. Stepping in, Angel didn’t wait until the doors closed. He turned his head and grabbed the lips of the small blonde, pushing her back into the cab wall. It shook from the impact, but neither noticed, both too busy trying to shove their tongue’s down the other’s throat. Angel kissed her bruisingly, pushing the PH button, going up to the penthouse. Buffy already had her hands in his shirt, her nails scratching his hard muscled chest. He moaned into her mouth and tried to push her further into the cab wall, but it didn’t work, Buffy’s back annoyingly rubbing against the hard wall. She didn’t mind the pain though, her thoughts only on a certain Angel as she started lifting his shirt. He broke from the kiss so she could totally lift it off. She tossed it away and giggled as he started attacking her throat, sucking hard and nibbling on her skin, making Buffy moan loudly and murmur, "Don’t stop." He didn’t. As the elevator came to a halt, Angel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her with him, Buffy willingly following. He pulled her to the opposite of the cab where the wall opened and a hand identification pad came out. Angel, still kissing her shoulder, placed his hand on it and waited while the computer read his fingerprints, making sure the right person wanted into the floor. "Welcome, Angel," a female computer voice said as the doors opened. Buffy, luckily, had been paying attention and had noticed this. This place was a fortress, having already noted all the cameras and guards. As they left the elevator, Angel left her neck and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards a very large bed that sat in the corner of the very large room. Buffy realized that the whole entire penthouse floor must be his, in this one room. In one sat a large conference table, a desk next to that, fitness equipment scattered everywhere. A large kitchen, which Buffy assumed was stock full of food, was in another corner. She could see other bedrooms and a living room off to the left and right. She also found that there were no cameras. Anywhere. This would be easier that she had expected. Then, as Angel once more gathered her in his arms, she momentarily forgot the real reason she was there until she felt his hand brush against her lower back. She felt her stomach drop as his fingers grazed her hidden knife and she acted quickly. Turning around in his arms, she grabbed his hand and guided him to the bed in the corner, pulling him back before her so he could sit. Pushing on his shoulders, she placed herself between his knees and kissed him slowly. "Relax," she said softly. Angel did just that, having no problem with getting a little before she attacked him. Leaning back on his hands, he watched her step back and begin removing her shoes. It was all planned out. She was assigned to seduce him and kill him by her boss, who was working with Angel the entire time. Buffy was apparently proving to be a competitive problem among his staff and he wanted her gone, no matter how good she was. The plan was that Angel would keep her until her boss figured out what to do with her. Tossing her shoes to the side, Buffy felt her skin dance when her feet hit the cold hardwood floors. Ignoring the sensation, Buffy ran her hands up her sides slowly, watching his reaction. His eyes were glazed with passion as he watched her, but she also saw something more sinister beneath his heavy gaze. Filing it away for later thinking, Buffy thought about how she would move. She had to keep her skirt on, she knew, or else the entire thing would go to hell. Slipping her hands underneath her tiny skirt, she looped her fingers under the tiny straps of her thong and was about to pull it down when he stopped her. "Don’t," he said softly, holding his hand out. Buffy glanced up at his face and found it completely emotionless. Ignoring the warning bells in the back of her mind, she instead listened to the voice of her body’s life as it screamed to be touched by his large hands. Stepping forward, she extended her own hand and felt his hard grip. He pulled her body roughly to his, keeping her standing between his knees. His head was level with her chest as he looked up and met her gaze. And as if the world itself had melted away, they were suddenly just two people, standing in an abyss of desire as they stared at each other, their identities lost and forgotten. Buffy cradled his head between her hands as she leaned down to kiss him softly. It was such a pity that she had to kill this man... how she would have loved to whisk him away for a weekend to a secluded island where she could get her fill of him, then kill him. But, orders were orders and she was not the slacker type. Buffy moaned into his mouth as his hands slipped up her back, expertly unclasping her bra. Pulling back from her, Angel pulled her arms down so he could slip her bra off. Her breasts bounced free and he threw the offending material away from them. Leaning forward, he took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His eyes wandered to her face to see that she had thrown her head back and her mouth was agape. He fought to hold back his chuckle of amusement. This is going to be too easy, he thought. His hands slid up her back once more before descending, caressing her soft skin. As his fingers were about to touch her skirt in an attempt to pull it off, he felt his little blonde lover-to-be suddenly grab his hands and pull them away from the hem of her skirt. He could literally taste the alarm on her skin as he felt her heartbeat pick up. He pulled back from her breast to look up at her, only to see her staring at him, her face free of emotion as she mentally wiped the slate clean. He knew it was time. And it was just too damn bad. He had been warned, of course. He knew that she was to be concealing a weapon in her clothing somewhere, but he didn’t imagine it would be something associated with her skirt. He’d imagined it would be strapped to her thigh or ankle, or hidden in her bra strap, or something generic and run of the mill. But, not her skirt. He could only imagine how she had managed to pull that off. Grinning up at her to cover her and himself, he released her all together and scooted back on the bed, kicking off his shoes in the process. Laying back, he kept his gaze trained on her as she merely stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes always on him. She was indeed a well-trained killer, but she wasn’t good enough. Not for him. He beckoned for her to come to him and she did so, crawling on her hands and knees onto the bed. He watched as she slithered her way up to him, her body rubbing against his seductively before finally reaching his face. Smiling, he kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips to seek hers. Grabbing her hips, her tugged her a bit towards his own, encouraging her to straddle him. She did not disappoint as she squeezed him with her strong legs. Buffy grinned to herself, ignoring her earlier feeling of foreboding when he had almost touched her weapon, noting how he put himself in the perfect position to be killed, just as she had planned it. As their tongues continued to duel, she slowly began reaching behind herself, rubbing her hand against his body as she made her way to the back of her skirt where her small knife was hidden. She smirked to herself as she recalled someone telling her that in order for a kill to go to plan, the bigger the better. She had found out that it was really the sharper the better. Size didn’t matter when it came to weapons. As her fingers traced the outline of the thin dagger, she pushed her hips into his, her wet thong coming into contact with his hardness. As her slick clit caressed his hard leather, she gasped and pulled away, panting against his mouth as she felt her hips push against him harder. Moaning loudly, she opened her eyes to see that his were closed as well. Her breath hitched as his hips jerked up into her, causing pleasurable ripples to echo in her body. Releasing a whimper that she couldn’t stay here longer, Buffy forced herself to concentrate, pushing her lips against his with a new need, whether it be born of her newfound pleasure or the desire to kill him as quickly as possible, she didn’t know. Moving against him, Buffy found the handle of her knife through the slinky material of her skirt and let loose a loud moan as she forced the knife up, effectively cutting through the mess of her stitching. A small rip could be heard, but she distracted him long enough to make sure he didn’t pay attention. Grabbing hold of the blade, she slid the cool metal from it’s hiding place and flipped it in her hand expertly, catching it so she had a good grip. Pulling back from his lips once more, Buffy sat up with one hand behind her back and the other bracing herself on his chest. He looked up at her with clouded eyes and Buffy furrowed her brows when she thought she saw a ghost of a smile sketched on his face. Licking her lips, she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and excitement begin coursing through her body as she brought the knife around. "Sorry, lover," she said in a husky voice, gripping the knife in both hands and bringing it over her head, "But it’s time for you to go." Buffy didn’t falter when she didn’t see a change in his demeanor, only intent upon bringing the knife down and ending his life as soon as possible so she could get home and find some little hottie to fuck. Because goddamn him if he didn’t turn her on. She thought she heard and felt the air whistle as she brought the knife down. And then she was tackled. Before she knew what was happening, the knife was out of her hands and there was a large man in a tuxedo straddling her to the ground, her arms bound above her head with his large hand. Blinking her eyes in surprise, she winced when the lights were suddenly turned on and the room glowed with a healthy light. "What the fuck is going on?" she cried out. Turning her head, she saw Angel sitting on the bed, chuckling as he stood. "Sorry, lover," he said, mocking her, "But it’s now your time to go." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Buffy yelled, struggling against the large bulk of the man straddling her to the ground. "What the hell is going on?" Ignoring the fact that her chest was bare for all to see, Buffy used all the strength she had against the man on top of her. He grunted with the exertion needed to keep her small frame against the floor. And she also noticed that his eyes were drawn to her. To her breasts as they bounced freely. Grunting herself, Buffy threw her leg back and felt the tip of her foot come into contact with the back of his head. Howling in pain, the man on top of her sat up and she took complete advantage. Throwing her legs up, she wrapped them around his neck and threw him to the ground. As his hands released her wrists, she rolled over, causing him to fall to his stomach. Jumping to her feet, Buffy dashed for the doorway, only to have a pair of strong arms catch her before she could get to freedom. "Ah ah ah," Angel said, "Sorry, there, Buff, but that’s not on the agenda for the day." "Let me go!" Buffy screamed, kicking and punching her arms in hopes that she would connect with some kind of flesh. "Get the fuck off of me!" "Yeah, well, you weren’t complaining a couple of minutes ago," Angel said in a low voice as he fought her struggles. But it would appear that the little powerhouse in his arms wasn’t going to be calming anytime soon. Grabbing her arm as she slithered out of his once more, Angel pulled her back forcefully and headbutted her in the back of her head. He heard her groan in pain and her fighting stopped immediately as she collapsed in his arms, her hand going back to cradle the wound he had inflicted. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, closing her eyes in an attempt to stop the pounding in her head. Then the mind-numbing dread filled her and she opened her eyes quickly, only to close them once more. The feeling of defeat and fear washed over her as she wondered what would happen to her. The first job she fucked up. She had never felt so horrible as she did in that moment. "Well done, Angelus," a British voice said merrily from the door, his clapping hands echoing in the silent room. "Well done, indeed." Buffy’s eyes snapped open, ignoring the pain in her head as she focused on the man who had entered. Before her stood a man with bleached hair that she had always thought made him look obnoxious, dressed in a navy suit, surrounded by his constant companions, a barrage of men dressed similarly that served as his security. "Spike," she ground out, her body going completely limp in Angel’s arms. What the fuck was going on? William "Spike" Pryce shot the blonde a shit-eating grin as he sauntered up to the two. "That’s right, baby. It’s Spike." "What the fuck is going on?" Buffy demanded, her struggles beginning anew. Angel rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Would you knock it the hell off?" he asked, turning them both around, away from Spike. "Finn! Get your ass over here and control her!" The man whom she had beaten into submission came over and once more took a hold of her. Ignoring the pain in the back of her head, Buffy struggled against him once again. "Well, if she isn’t just full of energy on this fine night," Spike said with glee. Angel shot him a look as he gestured to one of his own men who had been standing in the corner throughout the entire scene. The man immediately approached them, a long needle in his hands. Buffy’s eyes widened as fear filled her like nothing she’d felt. "No!" she shouted, fighting as two other men were brought forward to help keep her still as the burly man before her prepared the needle. "Get that away from me!" "Yeah," Spike mumbled, "She’s got that thing about needles. Forgot about that." "Well, too late now," Angel said. It was the last thing Buffy heard as the needle slipped into the juncture at her elbow. The drugs acted quickly as they spread throughout her body and her vision blurred, black spots jumping in her line of view. She saw a dark figure bend over her as all the men released her and she fell to the ground. "Sorry, lover," it said. "But you’ve just been fucked over." Then all she saw was blackness.
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