It was extremely difficult for Trey to concentrate on much of anything but shagging the bint when she was around. She seemed to cloud every single sense he had just by being there and it was actually quite annoying. Part of him felt like she probably should leave as his head was apparently not working properly at the moment. None of this made any sense, and he was still confused as to why he hadn’t already ripped her clothes from her and started tormenting her. That had been one of his favorite things about shagging her. It was always fun to get her to the point of begging for him to take her. Every time she asked or begged him to shag her made him feel as if he had that much more control. He liked having control. He craved it really. There was no better feeling than knowing you had complete control over someone. Granted he also enjoyed it when she tried to take the situation into her own hands which never last very long. She was probably the only girl he had let be so aggressive with him if he really thought about, which he was sure he shouldn’t be thinking about it at all.

”I’m sure you’ll manage. Pain is a lot of things…” He said cryptically. Pain was something he was all too familiar with on several levels. It was what kept him going most days, striving to find a way to end the suffering. He raised his eyebrows as she rolled her eyes and spoke again. ”Well if you don’t want to find out feel free to leave.” He challenged her nodding towards the door. He knew he would not let her leave by herself, but he was just hoping she wouldn’t call her bluff. Ig she did he would have to follow through with it. No, he didn’t care what the hell happened to her, he tried to convince himself. A grin came over his face as she said she would oblige. It grew wider as she added that he would be ‘asking for it’. ”No, you would be asking for it.” He corrected her as he brought a hand up to skim along her jaw line with a dark look in his eyes.

She had always considered herself to at least bit a perceptive person, and she had thought she was capable of making decent decisions, though she had been told multiple times over the years that she was too reckless and didn’t think just about anything through before she acted. Cecilia supposed that if she had ever wanted someone to prove to her that they were right in talking about her impulsive behavior, it would be the fact that she had agreed with this situation that she had found herself in to begin with. Any logical person probably would have turned it down if Trey had come to them, blackmailing them. They probably would have determined that it wasn’t worth the added risk that putting themselves under someone else’s control could bring them, and would have just told whatever secret had been being threatened to be released and dealt with the consequences. Yes, that probably would have been the smart move for her to make, thinking back. Honestly, she probably could have gotten Roman alone relatively easily and told him the truth before Trey could; he would hate her for it, but then the situation would be over. Now she found herself in a situation and she had absolutely no idea how long it would be until Trey had gotten whatever it was he wanted out of this. But even looking back at all of this shit, she still knew that she would have acted the same way if she went back, still thinking that the secret of who her father is was worth protecting more than her reputation at the school, which meant very little to her. That was an easy determination for her to make—it was whatever Trey wanted with her now that was a bit more worrying.

Cecilia took a swig of her beer as he spoke again, not quite having a response for his incredibly enigmatic comment. He probably knew a hell of a lot more about pain than she did, that much Cecilia was well aware of, which was why this topic really just needed to change. This entire situation was confusing enough without her wondering more about him and shit like that, and being in his apartment was bad enough because it was Knockturn damn Alley and that was concerning. “No thanks, I just got comfortable,” she stated, blithely, playing with the label on the beer bottle distractedly. There was no logical reason why she would actually want to be there, so she thought it would probably just be best to not even worry about that. Yes, it got her out of the house—but so did anywhere else that she could go, and that didn’t involve having to be here. Cecilia already had a retort in mind for his next statement, but found herself momentarily distracted as he brought his hand up to move lightly along her jawline. Whenever he looked at her like that, she got bloody distracted, not that she would ever say that out loud. This was all just incredibly ridiculous, but she told herself that him looking at her like he wanted to shag her against the nearest surface was obviously something that could momentarily throw her off of her game—but only because he was an attractive bloke, and that expression only got her thinking about what was eventually to come. She wanted to groan at the thought, wondering when she had decided that he was distracted, because she had much preferred just outright denying that in her own thoughts for weeks. Cecilia didn’t even realize for a moment that she hadn’t spoken, and that she had bitten her lip automatically, not having even noticed that she had done so. “Don’t underestimate me—I have ways,” she answered, finally, though she was unsure if she would actually be able to focus on any of those ‘ways,’ when she was this easily sidetracked by him just bloody looking at her.

Trey had been surprised when she had taken him up on his offer opposed to letting him tell Roman. He supposed it did make sense in a way. His cousin could have an incredibly big fucking mouth and told others. That would definitely be worse than just him knowing. If he hadn’t made a solid deal with the girl about not telling anyone if she played his girlfriend. He was a shady person but he always kept his word on things regardless of how small they were. It was a weird code of honor he supposed. Though if he really thought about it there were probably times where he had a lack of judgment and faltered. It was most likely when he was drunk that it happened. He didn’t get drunk often, or at least not as often as he used to. He was trying to keep a clear head with everything going on around him and his family. Part of him had tossed the idea around of tricking the girl not only into meeting her father, but meeting Brant as well. She would be an easy target.

A small part of him chimed in that it wouldn’t be right and startled him. Who the hell cared what was right and wrong? All that mattered was results and if he had to take her down with him he would do it… he hoped. He made a slight face at the last bit though recovered quickly. This was all mad. No he just needed to get on with the original purpose. ”You won’t be comfortable much longer.” He smirked. He was always very rough with her when shagging and he was certain there were times when they both felt uncomfortable, or at least they would have if they weren’t so lost by shagging each other. Comfort didn’t matter in the slightest, though there had been times when he had felt his body become sore later in the day after being with her.

It was now making him more curious than ever about what she would have planned with him. He liked it when she took control. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever experienced. Something about her doing what she wanted to him was erotic. He could feel himself growing more distracted as his mind wandered to what she was capable of. ”When are you planning on showing me these ways?” He asked smoothly as his fingers ghosted down her neck. Even just looking at her fully clothed made him think about that damn body and what it could do and everything he wanted to do to it.

It was still disconcerting that she had no idea what Trey wanted, and she just bloody wished that he would reveal his game at this point. He knew her father, which was telling—but not enough for her to understand what he was getting out of this. Cecilia knew that her father wanted to see her; he had made that clear in every single letter that he’d sent her, though she still hadn’t replied. At first, she had been quite sure that Trey was going to make her write him back and the fact that he hadn’t made her worried that she would have to deal with more than just correspondence soon enough. But she did like to think that he wasn’t going to be able to pull together anything that would involve her having to see her father. After all, she wasn’t an idiot. She knew where he worked, and she knew that he lived around here somewhere. If Trey started acting more suspicious than normal, Cecilia would clearly catch on and get the bloody hell out of there before anything else could happen. She wasn’t happy that this arrangement had apparently become incredibly focused on her entire family, because those were the last people that she ever wanted to be around. Trey wanted to be around her family enough to get on their good side… presumably for money, a boost in reputation, or some other ominous meaning that she didn’t understand, and that was bad enough. But for all she knew, he saw her father on a semi-regular basis. Were they bloody friends? Cecilia did know that her father wouldn’t trust shit like this with everyone.

Of course, if he really wanted to see her that badly, she was unsure why he didn’t just have one of his Death Eater friends to come in, knock her unconscious or some shit with a spell and drag her to wherever he was. If it was one thing that she’d learned in her life, it was the irrelevance of her opinion or what she wanted, so that would just be an extreme version of proving that further. She really was on edge trying to figure out what it was that Trey wanted from, but she dismissed the thoughts by taking a long swig of her beer. It wasn’t the time to worry about such bullshit anyhow. For all she knew, today was a scheme and her father was about to appear in the doorway. Luckily she could apparate, which would make for quite the quick getaway if that ever did occur. “You promise?” Cecilia stated, offhandedly, raising an eyebrow at him. Comfort wasn’t normally apart of the equation with them, something that she was not complaining about in the slightest, oddly enough. Thinking about it, Cecilia had no idea when she had begun to find it acceptable to speak so casually about shagging Trey, because it obviously hadn’t been like that before. Before, it had just been the result of knowing that she hated him and he would say something aggravating enough for her to convince herself that it was the only way to take it out on him, like he’d said the very first time, and also the only time that she was capable of having even a semblance of control.

It was getting more difficult to remind herself that she was attempting to stall the actual shag taking place. She really didn’t want to go home until she had to but obviously couldn’t stick around here after the fact. Cecilia just wished there wasn’t some damn event tonight, but there was nothing to be done about that. “Well if I tell you that, I’d lose the advantage,” she told him, smiling innocently. Damn it, she thought again, irritated by just about everything that she was doing and saying in this conversation it was too bloody normal, and that was wrong because nothing about this shit was normal.

Trey had many plans in mind, though some of them were still in the works. He had already told Gregory he would find some way to bring the girl to him, and so far it seemed like it would be pretty easy to do so. She had wondered into Knockturn Alley on her own to see him. Granted he was still put off that she had been so careless on her way there. That would continue to bug him as to why he had gotten in such a state over something like that. He needed to stop making it seem like he actually cared about her. If he kept this up he was sure she would notice something was off. He often referred to her as being daft, but he had a bad feeling she was more intuitive than she looked. Either way he would get something better out of this than the sex… no, the sex was probably the best he ever had, he thought grudgingly. Of course he wasn’t going to tell her that. But aside from the sex he would get some form of recognition by the man he looked up to like his own father. He wanted to prove himself and maybe by proving himself to Goyle that would translate over to Brant. He still wanted to kill the guards at the camp for what they were doing, and maybe Brant would have a plan in order to take them out and allow Trey to take care of it.

Until that day came he would be content just to shag the bint senseless. He smirked as she asked if he promised to make her uncomfortable. ”Promise.” He said giving her a slow once over. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen a body quite like hers which made things difficult for him on occasion as all he wanted to do normally was shag her on the nearest available surface. His fingers gently traced over her collarbone thoughtfully as she spoke again. ”Hmmmm, I’m not a fan of surprises…” He said with a raise of his eyebrows wondering what he could do to get her to spill. It was going to drive him mad if he didn’t figure out exactly what she had planned though his mind was surely working hard giving him various scenarios that would be very pleasurable.

It was actually incredibly damn irritating that she was actually comfortable in Trey’s presence. Of course, she still hated him—that much was obvious, but she didn’t mind being around him, which frankly just made no sense to her. Cecilia didn’t know that it was possible to hate someone and see them as often as she had to see him, and she supposed that might have something to do with why she was so bloody confused about this shit anyhow. That did seem reasonable, though, that having to see him made him easier to be around even though she hated him. After all, he had given her every reason to hate him, and he didn’t give a damn about that or her, just like she didn’t give a damn about him. Though, if she didn’t give a damn, then she had no idea why she found herself irritated at the fact that he even had to live in Knockturn Alley, particularly in a studio apartment when she could again assume that he probably lived with his parents. If he didn’t, then that was just another situation entirely, and Cecilia was incredibly bloody pissed off at the direction of her thoughts. It didn’t matter if he lived alone or with his parents, or any implications of anything that he said, ever. It had been a hell of a lot easier before she had known that he had lived here, even if she had known that he knew her father at that point.

These ridiculous thoughts just needed to leave her mind. There was absolutely no reason for her to be thinking nearly anything that she was thinking, most of which involved Trey in a way that wasn’t even entirely hateful. It was bloody irritating that he was actually decent to be around on occasion—at least when he wasn’t ordering her around. Maybe she needed to get him around her family again as a reminder that he bloody sucked, as that would clearly help this weird damn moment that she was having. Seeing him taking advantage of the fact that her mother and stepfather expected a hell of a lot from her by not speaking and doing what she was told had been awful. She had hated him being able to see her like that or be able to actually use it for his own entertainment. Merlin, she wanted out of that house, but she knew that whatever reason she eventually left would just have her trapped elsewhere—particularly to some Norwegian purebood if situations got a hell of a lot worse.

Cecilia could vaguely recall when she had said she was never going to shag him, and now here they were discussing it like it was the damn weather. She supposed it had happened far too many times now for her to pull the ‘this is never happening again’ card, since she’d been wrong every time she’d claimed that one. “Good,” she said in response, though it was difficult to focus when he was looking at her like that. Great, she grumbled to herself, now a look was able to make her feel bloody ridiculous. Having sex this good was apparently messing with her mind, though thankfully not enough that she would ever forget that she hated him and to ever let him get his way without putting up an entertaining fight. His touch did aggravating things to her, even as she tried to act unaffected, she could hear her breathing pick up as his fingers traced over her skin. “That’s too bad,” she answered, finally, knowing that she did very much enjoy taking charge in any given situation—but that she liked it a lot better when he took it back. “Guess you’ll have to convince me to tell you,” Cecilia added, though she didn’t know what possessed her to say it. This entire conversation was just not what it should be at all—mostly because they shouldn’t even be having a conversation of any kind.

It was getting very difficult to stay on task. It felt like he couldn’t seem to pull himself out of his ridiculous thoughts and bring them back to what the hell this was all about in the first place. This wasn’t about what she wanted, or at least outside of shagging, or his odd thoughts that were deciding to pop up at the most inopportune times. Then again he noticed her pausing every so often which made him curious as to what thoughts she was having. Gods this was getting irritating and it needed to bloody end. He did enough thinking on his own about shit that he would prefer not to. There was the situation with his parents in that fucking camp, the plans in the making for the coming school year, and impressing her father that were all far more important than some bint and whatever the hell this was going on.

It was still hard to look at her and know that the life she led was so much different than his yet here she was in a studio apartment in Knockturn Alley with a bloke she should really be staying away from at all costs. He could make things even worse for her if he wanted to, but for some reason he hadn’t acted on that… yet. Then again he had to scold himself as he felt like he may not ever follow through with any of those plans to torment her further. Well maybe he couldn’t torment her in that way, but he could think of other ways. He smirked as she said it was too bad that he didn’t like surprises as he had one of his own brewing. He chuckled darkly at her next comment. He was more than capable of convincing her. ”No you’ll show me…” He said smoothly before winding his hand into her hair and crushing his lips to hers.

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