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The Ties That Bind 2

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; brief Fem!Reader Mike Weiss Word Count: 10,065 Summary: Ari’s determined to show you why Mike and the Devil’s Advocates don’t deserve your love or loyalty; and you begin to realize that maybe being seen–and being wanted–isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Warnings: Biker AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Soft!dark Ari. Mike is a bad friend (all the DAs kind of are). Reader is on the periphery of the DAs and kind of just…forgotten 🥺Reader is sweet, shy, & socially awkward; she’s also sensitive & struggles w/anxiety. Caring for a parent with Alzheimer’s. Mentions of a size difference. Drug use & addiction. Manipulation & attempted blackmail. Sex as drug payment. Dub con exhibitionism, voyeurism, and sex. Oral sex (f receiving). Boss/employee relations. Disappointing, painful sex. Mentions of having a stroke. Angst. Sooo many feels.

A/N: Alrighty, here’s the next part for DA!Ari & Mike! Things really start to pick up here, especially the smut and soft!darkness. If you haven’t read their first part, start there or you’ll definitely be confused. Enjoy! ❤️

It was far too warm, in these final days of summer, to be curled up against your father’s side, loosely hugging his arm as your head rested on his shoulder. But as you sat on the porch swing with him, after being blessed with a good day, all you wanted was some comfort, to feel safe.

To feel loved.

“The days are getting hotter,” he muttered in that gravelly voice of his, using his slippered feet to push the swing back and forth.

“They are,” you agreed. “But it’ll be fall soon.” You glanced up at him, smiling. “Your favorite.”

Your father hummed in affirmation, nodding a little, his distant gaze suddenly snapping into focus as heavy foot falls sounded on the porch steps.

You went rigid as Ari appeared, an easy smile curling his lips as he approached.

“Andy Barber, well I’ll be damned,” your father grinned.

You frowned, glancing between your father and Ari, realizing that Ari did kind of look a little similar to Andy if you squinted, and to your father, who’s memory and mind diminished more and more each day, it was an easy mistake to make.

“No, dad,” you started to correct him, but Ari spoke over you.

“Good to see you, sir,” he grinned, accepting your father’s enthusiastic handshake.

“You’re growing your hair out, huh?” your father asked, his eyebrows hovering just beneath his hair line as he gazed at Ari in contemplation. “Reminds me of your old man. Back in the day, he had a mane of hair that had the women flocking.”

Laughing, Ari eased back against the old, wooden railing of the porch, his warm gaze flickering to you. When he sent you a wink, you winced, feeling more on edge than ever as you perched on the edge of the porch swing and nervously wrung your hands together.

“How’s the crew?” your father asked, easing back into his seat, a small smile curling his lips to be talking about a topic he loved so much.

Because once upon a time, the Devil’s Advocates had been his whole life.

“Ah, you know how they are, always up to something,” Ari lied easily.

Your father chuckled. “Ain’t that the truth.” He sighed, his gaze going distant again, his words more of a murmur as he continued, “You’re good for them. They need a good man like you to lead them straight, to keep things above board. We always wanted that for the club, to build a future, a legacy. We wanted the Advocates to be more than just the patch.”

Ari’s smile faltered, his brow furrowing ever so slightly.

There was a long moment of awkward silence, and you were nearly vibrating in your seat with anxiety before your father suddenly perked up, his lips spreading into a big smile as he looked up at Ari.

“Andy Barber, well I’ll be damned!”

And just like that, a knot of grief tightened your chest, making it hard to breathe or swallow as you blinked back your tears, so very sad that this was your father’s existence now.

Ari’s face fell, his gaze flickering to you and lingering–softening and looking genuinely sad–before he gently accepted your father’s enthusiastic handshake and greeted him all over again, as if he hadn’t just done so a few moments ago.

The pleasantries didn’t get much further than that before the front door was creaking open and Amelia appeared in the doorway.

“Lunch time!” she chimed, pausing as she caught sight of Ari. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we have company. Hi, there!”

Her gaze strayed to you, twinkling, and you hopped from your seat, twisting your fingers together as you murmured, “Amelia, this is Ari, he’s…”

When you trailed off, not sure what to call him, Ari easily completed the introduction for you.

“A friend,” he smiled, all charm and charisma as he shook Amelia’s hand as you stuttered out that she was your father’s caretaker.

“Well, it’s always nice to make new friends,” Amelia shot you a wink. “Lord knows this one deserves it.” She gave your shoulder a rub before turning her attention to your father and helping him up to lead him inside.

Your face was flaming as you watched their retreat, catching Amelia’s thumbs up and eyebrow waggle and quickly looking away. When the front door creaked shut, your nerves kicked into high gear now that you found yourself alone with Ari.

For the first time since that night in the park a couple of days ago.

Unbidden, memories from those secret, stolen moments in Ari’s car flickered through your mind. The way he had so passionately kissed you. How good his big, rough hand had felt between your thighs. How your body had never felt more alive, or wanted so ardently.

In the here and now, your body–the desperate traitor–warmed at the recollection alone, but you stubbornly tried to stamp down all of those feelings, all of that desire.

Because Ari was a liar, and he was just using you.

He didn’t want you.

And you couldn’t let yourself want him either.

“They seem nice,” Ari observed, breaking you from your thoughts. He was quiet for a long beat before saying, “I’m really sorry about your father.”

“Please, don’t pretend to care,” you whispered, blinking back tears. You hugged yourself tightly, avoiding Ari’s penetrating gaze as you asked, “What do you want? I told you, I don’t know anything.”

“Give me your phone.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Ari held out his hand. “Your phone, now.”

The hint of steel in his tone had you hopping to, and you dug your cell phone from your back pocket, hesitating briefly before unlocking it and handing it over. You watched as Ari took out his own phone before sharing your location with his device, and then handing your phone back to you.

“You turn this off, and we’re gonna have a problem, understand?”

“I understand,” you nodded, your hand shaking as you tucked your phone into your back pocket.

Your stomach wilted at the invasion of privacy, at the way Ari would now know where you always were, and how, more often than not, you were either right here, or at work, with nothing–and no one–in between.

He’d get a front row seat to just how pathetic you and your life were.

It was quiet as he just watched you for another long moment, and then your anxiety got the better of you, and you swayed on your feet before glancing up at him. “Look, um, I need to get back inside.”

When you tried to scurry past him, Ari’s hand shot out, gripping your upper arm and instantly foiling your retreat. He tugged you back toward him, then against him, his lips twitching when you squeaked and stumbled into his chest.

“We never got to finish our conversation from the other night, bunny,” Ari murmured so softly that you could barely hear him. “I want to know how the DAs were involved in the murders of Loguidice and Pronge.”

“I don’t know anything about that,” you quavered.

You flinched when Ari gently gripped your chin and tilted your frightened gaze up to his. His eyes flickered back and forth between yours, reading the truth in your gaze, and clenching his jaw in frustration as a result of it.

“What about their illegal business dealings? Drugs? Weapons? Sex Trafficking? What are they involved in?”

You shook your head, frowning, and at a loss. “I don’t know! I told you, I’m not close to the club. I don’t have any of the information you’re looking for, I swear!”

Huffing, Ari’s grip on your arm tightened, and you whined in pain, trying to recoil from him and his harsh touch. Immediately, his grip eased, but he still didn’t let you go.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, some of the tension easing from his big body, from his handsome face, as he gently tugged you closer, gripping both of your arms now.

His eyes were fixed on you, and you couldn’t look away from the intensity shining back at you, from the way you actually saw an idea spark to life in his calculating gaze.

Shifting tactics, Ari’s touch on your arms went from gripping to caressing. Feather-light strokes of his fingertips along your skin that made you shiver as your body trembled its awareness.

“Come on, sweetheart, give me something,” he cajoled, his head dipping close and making your breath catch. “Help me, and I’ll help you. I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he rumbled, his hand drifting to the small of your back and tucking you flush against his body.

When you gasped at the sudden proximity–the intimacy of it–and the way Ari’s hand was warming the curve of your ass now, he smirked, tilting his head until his nose brushed yours and his lips were but a hair’s breadth away from your own, teasing.

It hit you quite suddenly, that Ari was so much bigger than you, and you had never fully realized it—or felt it—until now. He simply towered over you, easily holding your much smaller frame captive against him. He felt like a warm wall of muscle pressed along your body, the faint scent of his cologne filling your nose until you were dizzy from it.

Instinctively, you leaned into him, your body simply lighting up at how close he was, how strong he felt beneath the palms of your hands, how tempting.

You blinked owlishly as you stared up at him, slightly dazed as your fear simmered just beneath the surface, overruled for now by your attraction to him, but adding to the heady cocktail that had you feeling suddenly drunk from Ari’s proximity.

“Give me something, anything,” he urged.

It took you a moment to process his words, your brain so foggy from him and his soft touch, the intimate husk of his voice. When you finally did absorb what he said, you leaned away from him, the urge to cry—and the feeling of being used—stronger than ever.

“I really liked you,” you trembled, your lower lip wobbling as Ari stilled, a small furrow creasing his forehead. “I was so stupid to think that you actually liked me, that someone like you would want someone like me. But you’re just like everyone else. You only see me when you want something from me. Otherwise I’m invisible. It’s like I don’t exist at all.”

Regret–and a hint of shame–flickered in Ari’s eyes so quickly that you couldn’t be sure you ever saw it to begin with.

He straightened, sighing as he shook his head. “I have a job to do.”

“And I told you I can’t help you with it,” you tried to push away from him, but he held you in place.

“You know Mike’s an addict, right? That he’s relapsed?” he challenged.

You froze, your breath catching as you nodded slowly. “Yes, that I know.”

“So you do know some things,” Ari pointed out. “What about all that cash you had on you that night at the bar? Who gave it to you? What was it for? Do they do a lot of cash dealings? So things are untraceable, right? What kind of things?”

“The money was a gift to me from Curtis and the others,” you explained. “To help with my father and all of the expenses to take care of him and try to keep the house afloat.”

When you tried to shove away from Ari again, he let you, a tic popping in his jaw as he watched you in displeasure.

“I think you know more than you’re sharing, perhaps more than you even realize.”

“I don’t,” you said stubbornly.

“We’ll see,” he scoffed, kicking away from the railing. He went to step past you, but paused, looming close as he ducked his head, his voice filled with gravel and grit as he told you, “Just remember, I tried to be nice. Whatever comes next is on you.”

You shuddered at his veiled threat, hugging yourself tightly to try to ward off the dread lapping at you as you watched Ari jog down the steps of your porch and stalk down the driveway before rounding the street corner and disappearing from sight.

Days later, even though you hadn’t seen nor heard a peep from Ari, his words still lingered in your mind, like a dark storm cloud, a harbinger of awful things to come.

“Just remember, I tried to be nice. Whatever comes next is on you.”

Anxiety prickled all along your skin as you recalled that moment, his threat, for what had to be the millionth time, your stomach all twisted up in knots as your knee bounced and you tapped your pen against the surface of your desk.

“Are you finished entering the new clients in the database?”

You chirped in fright at the sound of Mike’s voice, jumping in your seat as your wide eyes flew to him.

He stood in his office doorway, looking amused as he watched you press a hand to your chest to try to settle your racing heart.

Your wide gaze flickered from him to your computer screen, which was now displaying its screensaver. Flustered, you moved your mouse to wake up your computer, realizing you hadn’t even finished entering the second new client into the accounting system.

“Um, no, I’ve barely started to be honest,” you admitted, giving Mike a sheepish smile as your shoulders hunched up to your ears.

Rather than be annoyed at you, he grinned, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe as he tucked his hands into his pants pockets. “Pip slacking off at work? Color me shocked.”

“No!” You hurried to assure him, but Mike just laughed, waving away your frantic reply.

“I’m just teasing you, calm down. Just let me know once you’re done.”

He turned to go back in his office, but you were blurting out the question that had been on your mind most of the day before you could stop yourself.

“Do you know Ari well?”

Mike froze, pivoting on his heel, his eyebrows raised as he blinked at you. “Why?”

“Oh, uh, I was just…wondering,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze to the surface of your desk as you squirmed in your seat.

Mike didn’t brush you or this thread of conversation off the way you expected. Instead, he sauntered closer, sitting on the corner of your desk.

“He’s cool,” he shrugged. “I think I told you that we met in court ordered NA?” He rolled his eyes. He was quiet for a beat as you peeked up at him, your eyes burning with more questions before you quickly looked away again. “Why? You interested in him?”

“What?!” you squeaked, straightening in your seat. “No, I mean–”

Mike snickered. “You’re such a shit liar, pip. I saw the way you two were getting cozy at Jo’s the other night.” As he watched you, something in his eyes shifted, his smile dimming as he muttered, “Which is kind of surprising to be honest. I wouldn’t really peg you as his type.”

His gaze drifted over you for maybe the first time ever, and you felt your belly swoop as you glanced away, your cheeks flooding with warmth and your heart skipping a beat.

“Maybe he has a corruption kink or something,” Mike laughed, rising to his feet. “Either way, your secret’s safe with me.” He winked at you, turning back toward his office.

“I don’t have a secret,” you said, desperation coloring your words as you stared after him.

Before Mike could reply, his phone was shaking in his pocket, and he answered it, you and your conversation with him already forgotten as his, ”Yeah, man, tomorrow works,” drifted back to your ears as you sat in your seat, buzzing with anxiety.

You grimaced as you read the text from Mike:

Just pop over to the motel so I can sign the papers and then you can send them by priority mail.

The papers were the business filings that you had been trying to get him to review and sign for over a week, and of course now you were up against the deadline to submit them for renewal when Mike decided he was “working from home” today.

You sighed, already feeling your anxiety start to stir because you hated the part of town where the motel was located. It was scary and you didn’t feel safe going there by yourself. You didn’t understand why Mike was staying there while his house was being renovated, when there was a perfectly nice and affordable motel just down the road from the office.

Sighing again, you sent Mike a quick text letting him know you were on your way before gathering your things.

Maybe you would stop at the diner on your way back to the office to treat yourself to a yummy lunch as a reward for the unexpected and unpleasant task.

Smiling to yourself, you hurried from the office, making sure to flip the Closed sign in the window and lock up before you hurried off to Mike with the business papers in tow.

The motel was even seedier than you remembered, and you were quick to double check that your car was locked before you scurried up the outside steps to the second floor.

Mike’s room was located at the very end of the floor, and before you even finished knocking on the door to room 219, it swung open to reveal a half-dressed Mike.

You blinked, your mouth dropping open at the state of him.

He was dressed in only a pair of rumpled work pants, his bare chest framed by his suspenders, and his eyes were bloodshot and gleaming, his face flushed and his hair a mess as he grinned at you.

“There she is, my trusty admin!” Mike grinned, sniffing hard and wiping at his nose as he ushered you inside.

So concerned by Mike’s unkempt state, and the way he was practically vibrating with energy beside you, it took you a moment to realize that it wasn’t just the two of you in the standard motel room.

Lounging on the second twin sized bed on the far side of the room was Ari, who was smirking at you and your surprised look as your eyes met his.

“Do you have the papers?” Mike asked, swinging the door shut behind him as he zipped around you and started pacing the small length of the room.

“Um, yeah, they’re right here,” you replied, digging the folder from your bag as your gaze flickered around the space.

You froze as your eyes landed on the drug paraphernalia that was sitting out in the open on the nightstand between the two beds. The small mirror only had one line of white powder left on it, and you felt your stomach roil at the sight of it, realizing why Mike was acting the way he was. Why he was “working from home” today.

Because he was high.

“Great!” Mike grinned, swiping the folder from your grip and grabbing a pen from the side table next to the door. He began messily scrawling his signature where the little arrow stickers pointed.

“Wait, aren’t you going to read through everything to make sure it’s correct?” you asked nervously.

“Nah, I trust you,” Mike shrugged, signing the last page with a flourish before closing the folder and shoving it back at you.

You stared at him, watching as he shot you a wink before he turned and moved toward the nightstand. He scooped up a small baggie and dumped a couple of white pills into his hand before knocking them back.

You watched in horror as he swallowed before cracking his neck, clapping his hands together hard a few times before he grabbed his phone and muttered to himself, “We should go out! Have some fun!”

“Well first you better pay me for all the product you just took,” Ari’s voice was firm and had your alarmed gaze flying to him.

Mike pulled up short, too, an abashed smile curling his lips as he chuckled. “Ohhh yeah, sure, man.” He dug through his pockets, pulling free a crumpled twenty dollar bill before tossing it on the nightstand near Ari.

Ari scooped up the bill, looking unimpressed as his eyes–harder now–fixed back on Mike. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Smile faltering, Mike raked a hand through his messy hair. “I mean, I know I’m a little short but I can pay you back next week or so—”

Slowly, Ari rose to his feet, tossing the rumpled money aside as he shifted closer. “That’s not how this works, Weiss. Just because we’re buddies doesn’t mean you get everything for free.”

“Oh, I know, man, for sure.” Mike smiled, trying to turn on the charm, but you could tell by the way he took a subtle step back from Ari, that you weren’t the only one who felt the tension rising.

“I-I can pay and you can just pay me back,” you offered, digging through your bag for your wallet as you swayed on your feet, feeling light-headed and overwhelmed by what you had unknowingly walked into.

That despite being an undercover cop, Ari had real drugs, and Mike was using them and high out of his mind, and…you didn’t know what to do.

“Yeah!” Mike’s smile turned mega-watt as he waved his hand at you.

Ari turned his full attention to you as you retrieved your wallet, watching as you opened it and pulled free all the cash you had, just under eighty bucks, and held it out to him with a hand that was visibly shaking.

“You know what? That’s a great idea,” Ari purred, moving closer.

You swallowed nervously at the wicked twinkle in his eye, taking a step back as he loomed over you, his body heat encroaching on your own and making your body tighten in awareness.

“But I don’t want your money, bunny,” Ari hummed, gently accepting your cash before tucking it back into your wallet. He took your wallet and dropped it into your purse, which was hanging at the crook of your elbow before murmuring, “I want you.”

Before you could reply, could even process the way your tummy swooped and your heart started pounding hard in your chest, Mike giggled at Ari’s proposition.

“I…I should go,” you whispered, trying to take a step back.

Ari caught your wrist, yanking you against his chest as he used his free hand to wrench your purse down your arm and toss it aside. “I don’t think so.” He moved backward, tugging you with him toward the bed, uncaring of your struggles. “You’re not leaving until I’m done with you.”

“Y-you can’t be serious,” you quavered, your eyes flickering between his. “You can’t.”

The unspoken, ‘because you’re a cop,’ hung heavy in the air between the two of you, but Ari just shrugged, his jaw set stubbornly and his eyes shuttering in a way that made you think he was focusing solely on what he needed to to get what he wanted.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to prove my point,” he shrugged, confirming your suspicions as he tugged you closer.

At a loss, your frightened gaze shot to Mike, your friend, your boss. “Mike! Please, I just want to leave.”

Instead of helping you, Mike just grinned. It was the kind of grin you had never seen on his face before, lazy and wicked–shark like–as his dark eyes sparkled at you and roved over your body with a man’s interest.

"Come on, pip,” he cooed as he shifted closer, until he was pressed flush to your back and urging your chest flush to Ari’s. “I'm so good to you, aren't I? Gave you a well-paying job, I'm a good boss, I look after you. You can do this one small thing for me, can't you?"

You were speechless as his hands touched your hips, giving you a squeeze that had him humming as he nosed along the side of your neck.

“You smell good,” he breathed, inhaling deeply. “Never really noticed before.”

“Mike,” you squeaked, a fiery heat washing over you as you found yourself pressed between both men, trapped in Ari’s dark gaze as Mike, Mike nosed along the soft plane of skin behind your ear. “P-please.”

Everything felt so muddled, your mind frazzled and spiking with fear, but your body trilling with awareness–with excitement–at suddenly being caught in this kind of snare.

You had never been paid this kind of attention before, and certainly not by two men at once, and never ever by Mike. No matter how many times in the past you had imagined him wanting you in this way.

“Oh come on,” he huffed. “You were blathering on about Ari all day yesterday, this is what you want, I know it is.”

Displeasure flickered in Ari’s gaze and you quickly shook your head. “No! That’s not—“

Your words died in your throat as Ari’s big hand gripped it hard, tilting your pleading gaze up to his as he ducked close and murmured, “Were you running this pretty little mouth about me, bunny? After I told you not to?”

“No, it wasn’t like that, I swear!” Fear lanced up your spine, adding to the weight of overwhelm already consuming you, and you couldn’t hold your tears at bay as they flooded your eyes and spilled over. “Please, I’m scared.”

Ari’s grip on your throat instantly eased, his knuckles gently stroking down your skin, almost soothing, as he said, “Just be good and you won’t have any reason to be scared.”

"Yeah, pip," Mike hummed, trading his grip on your waist to tug your cardigan down your arms and off before tossing it aside. "You're such a good girl, I know you can be good for him, for me."

“I just wanna make you feel good, honey,” Ari cooed as he started to undo the buttons along the front of your dress. “There’s nothing wrong with that. We’re just gonna have some fun. You deserve a little fun, to feel good, don’t you?”

Your lashes fluttered as your brain tried to process what was happening. The way Ari was taking his time undressing you as his lips pressed against your forehead. The way Mike was groping your ass with a surprised hum and a quiet groan.

You knew this was wrong, logically, it was so messed up. You knew Ari wanted much more than to make you feel good, although you weren’t quite sure what the point of all this was. But your body simply overruled your frantic mind, blooming–deliciously, sinfully overwhelmed in the best kind of way–by so much thorough, seductive attention.

So when Ari’s lips finally traversed their way down to your mouth, all you could do was gasp as he kissed you. His tongue wasted no time in broaching the seam of your lips as his hands pushed your dress down your shoulders, only for Mike to catch the garment and ease it all the way off with a quiet wolf whistle of appreciation at your nearly naked body.

With every eager, talented press of Ari’s mouth against yours, the desire to flee, and the terror that went along with it, dissipated. Soon, all you felt was need and a carnal kind of excitement–pure thrill, too–that was flooding your body for the first time in your whole life.

It was an addictive feeling, and you were helpless against it. So you sank against Ari’s warm, solid form, mewling into his mouth as his kiss turned more feral, his big hands finding the curve of your hips and giving you a firm squeeze before his touch was trailing higher to map the terrain of your body.

"There you go," Mike murmured at your back as Ari removed your bra, groping your ass a final time before giving it a harsh slap that had you careening into Ari with a squeal as he stepped away.

You were so lost to Ari’s kisses and trying to match his lips press for press that you didn’t see Mike pick up the small mirror from the nightstand.

"Make sure to compensate him for this, too,” he said before snorting the line of white powder, tossing the mirror aside, and sprawling on the bed behind you with a content sigh.

Once Ari manhandled you to the second bed and tossed you onto it without warning as he stood over you panting, a tiny bit of sense seeped back into your floaty brain.

Nerves rose up in your belly like a swarm of butterflies as you watched Ari quickly unbutton his denim shirt and toss it aside. His eyes were like two dark pools of sinful promise as he finished undressing, and your body wracked with a delighted shiver at the sight of him fully naked now and looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

His body was ridiculous, thick with flexing muscles, his skin bronze and speckled with dark hair, and for some reason, Ari’s beauty made you more aware of your own near-nudity. Your own short-comings. You felt a surge of shyness and vulnerability engulf you as you swallowed hard and hugged an arm over your bare breasts to try to hide.

When Ari set a knee on the mattress, you startled, your breath hitching and growing shallow as more tears built behind your eyes and you scooted away from him out of instinct.

The predatory gleam in his dark, feral gaze eased just a fraction, his voice a cooing purr as he shifted closer, his fingers trailing along your bare ankle and making you shiver as he said, "I can be nice, is that what you want, bunny?"

You nodded almost instantly, your body running the show now despite the hesitancy coloring your features. "Please, don't hurt me,” you whispered, gulping as Ari tugged you toward him.

Something in his eyes softened at your plea, and he plucked your arm from across your chest and guided your wrist down to the blanket beside your head, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze.

"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. I just want to enjoy you." Ari tugged off your panties and tossed them aside before settling between your legs and sinking his big body over yours. His lips found your ear, his murmured words so quiet that only you could hear them. "And I want to show you the truth about your non-friendship with Mike, and the other DAs."

Your brows furrowed, your stomach flipping as you met Ari’s gaze, but before either of you could say another word, Mike was hooting loudly.

“Goddamn, pip, I had no idea you were hiding a body like that beneath all those boring good girl dresses."

Your face flamed at the reminder that he was there, watching, letting this happen to you, encouraging it, and all so he could get high.

Uncaring that this time, you were the one paying the price for his addiction.

You startled as Ari pressed a finger to your cheek, slowly pulling your teary gaze from Mike’s lascivious stare.

He watched you for a moment, a cocktail of emotions you couldn’t decipher warring in his dark gaze before he was ducking close and kissing you. He seemed unbothered when the salt of your tears reached your mouths, tanging your frantic, breathless kisses with the flavor of your grief and distress.

When Ari’s mouth descended lower, you shuddered, gasping as his lips trailed along your breasts and his beard prickled against your skin. You watched, mesmerized, as he sucked a nipple between his kiss-swollen lips, his smokey gaze meeting yours from beneath his lashes as he laved at your little bud, and then the other, until your cunt was clenching hard and you were quietly keening for him.

Down your trembling body his mouth traveled, doting on the softness of your belly until you were whining and writhing–wordlessly begging for more–before his face finally hovered over your core.

You felt like you couldn’t properly catch your breath, so beyond overwhelmed with pleasure and the desperate need for more. And yet…you had never done this before, so you couldn’t stop squirming as Ari planted himself between your legs and pressed you wide open for him.

He grinned at your wide eyes and parted lips, the way you were trying to press your legs closed again even though it was impossible with him stationed before your cunt. When he finally dropped his head low, his gaze level with your shiny folds, you whined your humiliation, sagging back against the mattress as covering your face with your arm.

“Such a shy sweetheart,” Ari cooed as he dragged his thumb up the cut of you. He laughed when you jerked at his light touch, planting a big palm on each of your inner thighs and spreading you open as wide as possible.

The first slow, firm drag of his tongue up your pussy had you moaning loudly. The pleasure socked the air from your lungs as your back arched and your hips jerked as all of your nerve endings exploded in delight. When his thumbs tugged your folds apart and his tongue went at you again, you keened, your hand shooting out, your fingers burying in Ari’s soft, brown hair so you had something to hold onto as you rutted against his face on instinct.

"How's she taste?" Mike rumbled from his spot sprawled on the other bed a few feet away.

"Like fucking heaven,” Ari groaned before diving back in and eating you out like a man possessed.

Mike moaned, enjoying the show as you gasped and cried out, your body writhing in ecstasy as Ari went at you. Fumbling with his suspenders, he shoved them off, undoing the front of his pants enough to retrieve his hard cock. His gaze on you and Ari was avid as he lazily started to stroke himself.

You were too far gone under Ari’s wicked attention to even notice Mike at this point, keening your first orgasm in ages as Ari’s thick fingers filled your cunt and his tongue lapped at your clit as you rocked against his touch, riding out the wave of pleasure with one blissful cry after another.

"You on birth control, honey?" Ari rumbled as he retreated from your cunt. He sucked your slick from his fingers, his eyes sparkling as you watched him with glossy eyes and a heaving chest.

You could only nod once his question clicked in your brain, words escaping you entirely as Ari slowly stretched out over you, his big body sinking close as his lips hovered over yours.

"Good. Figured you would be, a sweet little rule follower like you,” he smirked. His hand moved between your bodies, gripping his cock and gently dragging it along your messy slit to coat himself in your juices. “You know how long I’ve wanted to bury myself in your sweet pussy? Feel you gripping me, squeezing tight with nothing in between?”

Your breath hitched, your center throbbing at his words as a fresh wave of arousal seeped from your fluttering hole and you squirmed beneath him.

“Since that first night at Jo’s,” Ari husked, nosing along your warm cheek, his hips rutting as his lips found your ear and he breathed, “You’ve never been invisible to me.”

“God, fuck her already, you talk too fucking much,” Mike grumbled impatiently.

Once again, the sound of his voice was like ice water being dumped over your head, and you froze, your body going rigid as you glanced over at your childhood friend–your long-tenured crush–who was slowly beating off to the sight of you and Ari being intimate just a few feet away.

Just as your stomach started to roil, logic trying to claw its way to the surface of your foggy mind, Ari’s free hand was gripping your face and forcefully dragging your gaze from Mike.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he rasped just as the crown of his cock caught along your entrance.

Your eyes, fixed on his now, widened, and you pressed a hand to his chest, that small voice of logic screaming at you to tell him no, to stop this, all of this, that this was all fucking crazy and a mess, but then Ari was slowly pushing into you for the first time, and your mind went instantly quiet–hazy with need–as your hips tilted to encourage his slow, careful invasion, and your body overruled your mind once again.

“Fucccck, that’s it, be good for me,” Ari husked, grunting as his hips finally met yours and he bottomed out, throbbing inside of you at the sound of your sharp, disbelieving gasp.

“Ari,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering as you were overwhelmed by how big he was, how full you felt. You mewled, going pliant beneath him–your body surrendering completely to him–as your fingers curled into his coarse chest hair, your pussy fluttering and clenching and begging for more. “Please.”

“Christ,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours as his hips retreated for a beat before plunging back into you. “Fuck. I knew you were gonna be trouble.”

His pace was slow and steady at first, like he was savoring the feel of your cunt wrapped around him, the way you fluttered and whined each time he shoved into you to the hilt so you could really feel him.

And feel him you did. It was like every nerve ending in your body lit up like a firework with each new plunge of Ari’s cock inside of you. You had never felt anything as good, as incredible, as being filled with Ari over and over again, your body rippling with the kind of pleasure you didn’t even know existed until now.

It felt so good, so amazingly addictive, that you were completely lost to him now, your mind as free as it had ever been as your body reveled in the way Ari was making you feel, making you his.

The constraints of your shyness and overthinking were nowhere to be found as Ari fucked you, wringing sinful noises from you, and making you cling to him tighter as you curled your legs around his hips and begged him for more, to go faster, harder, to please make you cum.

Soon, Ari was pounding you into the mattress, his earlier finesse a distant memory as his eager lips swallowed down your high-pitched moans and throaty cries of ruin. When you came around him with a ragged keen of his name, he snarled, fucking you through your orgasm so he could finally chase his own.

Pinning your wrists above your head with his huge hands, his grip bruising and making your pussy flutter all over again, Ari rutted into you relentlessly. His hair wildly hung around his rosy face, sweat shining on his forehead as he fucked you until he was just on the edge, and then blessedly tipping over it into ecstasy.

Shouting his climax, Ari drove into you hard and deep, his cock twitching at the sound of your quiet, wrecked whine as he spilled his seed deep inside you. Groaning, he rocked against you a few more times, broad chest heaving as he pumped you full of him, until your fluttering pussy was flooded with every last drop of his cum.

Ari sagged against you, both of you gasping and panting for breath. As your body came down from it’s high, you didn’t even realize how tightly you were clinging to him, wanting to be close to him, just burrow against his chest forever as you barnacled him and nuzzled against the crook of his neck until he pressed up over you, breaking your grip on him.

You blinked at him owlishly, once again struck by his beauty–especially in that moment–as he stared down at you with a mixture of disbelief, horror, and guilt. But it was the hint of shame that had your stomach souring instantly, and you startled when Ari suddenly shoved away from you with a quiet curse.

You pushed yourself into a sit, curling in on yourself to hide your nudity as Ari quickly gathered his clothes and began tugging them on. Shame sparked in your own belly at the thought of Ari so quickly regretting sleeping with you, and your shame only multiplied tenfold when you remembered Mike’s presence and glanced over to find him passed out cold, his half-hard cock resting in his hand as he snored.

You felt so dirty all of the sudden, tears blurring your vision as you choked down a sob. Because this wasn’t you, and you couldn’t believe you had done this, that Mike had encouraged it, that Ari had prompted it.

Mostly dressed now, his denim shirt unbuttoned and hanging around him, Ari shoved on his boots before launching himself to his feet. He turned on you, his face tight with anger as he waved a hand at Mike’s unconscious form.

“You love him but you don’t even register on his radar. You’re just a hole for me to fuck so he can get his fix. He doesn’t deserve your love…or your loyalty.”

You flinched at his words, at the truth of them, your tearful gaze falling away as you hugged yourself tightly and tried not to fall apart entirely.

“You started all of this,” you whispered.

Ari’s jaw clenched as he stared at you, watching the way you rocked back and forth and avoided his gaze. “I just wanted to show you, I didn’t mean for it to go this far, I can’t help it that I–” he cut himself off abruptly, huffing as he raked a hand through his hair and turned away.

“You can’t help it that you what?”

“That I want you,” he snapped, whirling on you and then visibly deflating as you flinched again at his tone. “Fuck. He was supposed to be my in,” Ari said, gesturing at Mike. “The addict who I could easily get to talk by slipping him some contraband and getting him to run his mouth. But then I saw you. And even though I knew I fucking shouldn’t do it, I pivoted and focused on you instead, because I couldn’t fucking help myself. There’s just something about you…”

You didn’t reply, unable to, your mind whirling with so many competing thoughts and emotions that had you in a state of total overwhelm, frozen with it.

Huffing, Ari moved closer and crouched in front of you. His face was as serious as you had ever seen it when he spoke, “He handed you over without a second thought. He used you for his own gain. He laughed and watched and enjoyed the fucking show. Mike Weiss doesn’t care about you, none of the Devil’s Advocates do.”

Your face crumpled and you turned away from him. “Please stop. Please.”

Ari was only saying the very things you had always thought–had always known–but to hear them aloud, over and over again, from another who could so easily see how worthless you were to everyone around you, it was the kind of devastation that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

At that moment, you just wanted to not be there, to not exist. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole so you didn’t need to feel this way anymore, so you didn’t need to be you.

Why couldn’t you just be someone else, someone better?

Crying harder as shame and self-loathing broke through the surface of your devastation, you begged, “Please, just go away. Just leave me alone. You’re right, I’m nothing and no one, and they don’t care about me, which is why I don’t know anything. I don’t know anything, I’m not anything. I’m nothing, I’m nothing.”

Too lost to your pain–your overwhelming grief–you missed the way Ari’s face fell, the way he swallowed hard as his eyes shimmered and he took a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he sighed, moving closer, reaching for you. “That’s not what I meant. Sweetheart, please…”

“No! Go away!” You recoiled as he touched your crown, scrambling away from him. Using one of the bed pillows to hide behind, you covered your bare body, turning away, unable to look at him, to see the pity on his face. “Leave me alone. Please. Please.”

Although he didn’t speak, you could feel Ari’s heavy gaze on you for a long moment, wilting even more beneath his observation as your chest hitched with sobs and all you wanted in the world was to disappear, for good.

After a long beat, you heard his quiet, resigned sigh, then the sound of the door opening before it closed with a soft click.

And for some reason, Ari’s absence—and how alone you were in the aftermath of everything that had just happened—only made you cry harder.

He just couldn’t stay away from you.

Ari knew he should. By this point, he knew you weren’t the in he hoped you would be to dig up dirt on the Devil’s Advocates and solve this case.

And he knew that what had happened in the motel room a couple of days ago wasn’t just crossing a line, it was fucking obliterating it beyond all belief.

But it had been so easy to get lost in you. To let his desire for you trump everything else, even the logic he usually always abided by, especially when it came to the job. You had been so responsive to him, too, despite everything. So needy and wanting and like putty in his hands, desperately begging for more, more, more.

Then once it was all said and done, something about how sweetly fucked out you had looked beneath him, the way you had clung to him and stared up at him with glazed, vulnerable eyes, it had been like a slap to the face.

Even worse was how hurt and devastated you had looked once Ari shoved away from you in a panic.

That look, Ari hadn’t been able to forget. It tore him up and made his stomach roil with the acidic burn of bile.

And yet…despite the overwhelming shame and anger he felt at himself for his actions–for using you in that way–something about you just made him lose all fucking sense.

Ari was here to do a job, to seek justice for his cousin; however, all he could focus on was you.

Which was why he was currently lurking at the side of your house, hidden from view as he watched you sit on the porch swing with your father.

You were quiet in general, such a shy sweet thing, but today you seemed distant to boot. Your eyes were vacant, and it was like the light was gone from them and no one was home.

You just stared off into the distance as you and your father sat in silence for a bit, and the first significant movement you made in minutes was when you started to unconsciously rub at your wrist.

Even from a distance, Ari could see the bruises there, from him.

It was a brief flash through his mind, the way he had forcefully pinned your wrists down as he fucked you with abandon, and he tried to shake that thought away, annoyed as his cock twitched in his jeans as he tried to refocus on surveilling you, or so he told himself.

Your father’s gruff voice spoke suddenly, jarring both you and Ari from your thoughts as he asked, “Where’s Marisa? Where is she? I need to talk to her!”

You sighed, your features flickering with despair as you turned to your father and soothingly rubbed his arm. “She’s not here, dad. Mom died a long time ago, remember?”

Ari could tell by the gently worn tone of your voice that this was something you had told your father repeatedly, an awful kind of news that you had to break to someone you love over and over and over again.

Your father jerked his arm away from you, looking angry as he spun on you. “No! You’re lying! Marisa! Where is she?” He rose from the swing, swaying on his feet as his voice began to tinge with panic, with loss. “I need her. I need her, please, she’s my everything! Please!”

You tried to calm your father, nearly knocked aside by his unraveling, and Ari found himself unconsciously taking a step toward you both before the front door swung open and Amelia appeared.

She gave you a sad smile of understanding before she was swooping in and curling an arm around your father’s shoulders.

“I made your favorite for lunch, mister, it’s gonna get cold if you keep me waiting any longer.”

Your father blinked at her chippery tone, looking beyond confused as he echoed her, “...lunch?”

“It’s about that time, come on, maybe we can even find something sweet to indulge in once we’re finished, how’s that sound?”

Your father nodded slowly, looking frail and shaky still as he shuffled alongside Amelia and allowed her to usher him inside the house.

Ari watched as you stared after them for a long beat, hugging yourself tightly, your shoulders hunched before you heavily dropped back to sit on the porch swing.

As your face crumpled and your head fell into your hands, your body shaking with gut-wrenching sobs, Ari swallowed against the lump in his throat. Fighting the urge to go to you, to hold you, to comfort you, he watched you lose yourself to your sorrow, completely unaware that you weren’t as alone in that awful moment as you probably thought.

It was only a couple of days into the new work week, but you were already itching for the weekend.

For a break.

You were so exhausted, far beyond it at this point. It was like your body and mind were too tired and burnt out to even register your exhaustion anymore, so you just felt numb.

Since that day in the motel with Ari and Mike, it was like you had flipped into auto-pilot, cognizant enough to get done what you needed to, but beyond that, you had nothing else to give.

Which is why you had been so out of it most of the day, and completely unaware of the way Mike had been watching you off and on. Lingering in his office doorway, leaning against the frame, ignoring the steady notifications buzzing his phone and just letting his eyes rove over you as he remembered.

“I think we’re both over work for the day,” Mike purred as he sauntered closer to your desk.

You blinked back to awareness, pulling your tired eyes from your computer screen to glance up at Mike. “Huh?”

“Whatever you’re working on can wait ‘til tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you nodded, not bothering to resist and say otherwise. “Okay, thanks.”

Your movements were all muscle memory as you shut down your computer then pulled your purse from the bottom drawer of your desk, dropping your phone inside and setting it on the opposite edge of your desk as you tiredly pushed yourself to your feet.

When you went to step away from your workspace, you startled to find Mike hovering close, your eyes going wide as he backed you up against the edge of your desk. His gaze was dark and twinkling with mischief and something else, something you weren’t used to seeing directed your way.

Desire.

“What are you doing?” you quavered when he reached out and touched you, his hands framing your hips and keeping you in place as he advanced.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Mike teased, moving even closer, pushing his way between your legs and humming his satisfaction as your skirt rucked up around your thighs and put much more skin on display than you usually bared.

Your body finally came back online for the first time in days, buzzing with awareness as Mike’s cologne filled your nose and his body heat began to warm your own skin.

When his hands began to move, slowly caressing higher, learning the dips and curves of your body, you shivered, a gasp catching in your throat as your mind spun with what was happening.

What you had always wanted to happen.

How many times had you had this very fantasy - being pressed against your desk by Mike as he watched you with a carnal kind of need that made your pussy clench?

Only, something about the reality didn’t feel as exciting as the fantasy, and you found yourself tensing and leaning away when Mike tried to kiss you.

He huffed but wasn’t deterred, his lips finding the curve of your jaw just as your cell phone began to ring from the deep depths of your purse.

“Ignore it,” Mike breathed against your skin, his big hands firm on your back–holding you in place–as he trailed a chain of kisses down the column of your neck, grinning against your skin as you shuddered.

“You’re using again,” you blurted, your brain grasping at any straws it could to rein in what was happening, to ground you into reality.

“It’s not a big deal,” Mike murmured, nipping at your skin before straightening. One of his big hands cradled the side of your face, holding you still as he slowly closed the distance between you.

Once again, you swayed away from him, your hands pressing against his chest, actually pressing with some force to keep him at bay.

“You almost died, Mike,” your voice wobbled as you met his gaze. “I thought you did. When I found you like that…” your words cracked with emotion then fell away altogether as you swallowed hard against the lump in your throat. “How could you do this again?”

“I have it under control this time,” Mike’s voice was soft and soothing, his full lips twitching as he husked, “And if you’re that worried about me, then give me a different kind of high, pip.”

Both his hands framed your face this time as he swooped in and kissed you hard. Mike swallowed the sound of your startled squeak, licking his way into your mouth until you were gasping and no longer pushing him away but clutching at his shoulders for dear life.

The sound of your cell phone ringing again had your brain surfacing through the fog just a little, and you panted as you pulled away from Mike’s frantic kisses.

“You don’t want me, Mike.”

“Yes I do, look how much.” Mike took your hand in his and guided it to the front of his pants, pressing your fingers against the hardness waiting there as his erection strained and throbbed for you.

Your belly fluttered with the realization that you had done that.

There was no denying it, that now, in this moment, Mike wanted you–really wanted you–and the proof of his desire for you pressed hard and hot against your hand as he groaned and rocked his hips into your touch.

“I want you,” Mike breathed, purring your name and smirking as you blinked owlishly at him in return because he so rarely used it. “Let me have you, pretty girl.”

Your cheeks warmed with a hot rush of heat at the compliment, the fluttering in your belly invading your chest now, and despite the heaviness that still lingered in your gut, it all felt so much better than the hollow numbness you had been feeling the last few days, so you gave into it.

You gave into Mike.

Because you loved him, and this is what you had always dreamt of.

Ignoring the way your tears spilled over and kept on flowing as Mike kissed you hard, you clung to him, not protesting when he rutted against your center. You didn’t say no when you heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and when your stomach flipped instead of swooped when his fingers hooked in the front of your underwear and tugged them aside so he could line himself up, you ignored that too.

Because this was what and who you should really want.

Mike shoved into you with a groan, his hot breath fanning your face as he bottomed out and didn’t bother to give you a moment to adjust before his hips were retreating and he was sinking into you once more.

You winced, because it hurt more than it felt good, your body not properly prepped for this type of quick, frantic coupling. Squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers dug into Mike’s back as you held onto him, pressing your face against his chest to muffle your whines of discomfort as he fucked you.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight,” he panted against the top of your head, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusted into you without relent.

When you tried to lean away and then up to kiss him, desperate to feel close to him–to feel good–Mike pulled away. Shooting you a wink, he pulled out of you, grabbing you and turning you around and bending you over your desk.

You oofed with the force of it, your head spinning at the sudden change in position, and then you were whining again as Mike gripped the back of your neck to hold you down before shoving back into you from behind and fucking you with enthusiasm.

You tried to relax into it, to close your eyes and imagine him kissing you some more, saying he wanted you again, but before you could even fully sink into that fantasy, Mike was cumming with a groan and frantically rutting against your ass as he rode out his orgasm.

His weight sagged against you for a beat, his hot breath warming your tear-stained cheek, and all you felt was disappointment–physically and emotionally–before Mike was pulling out of you and moving away.

Distantly, you heard the sound of him disposing of the used condom in the little trash bin beneath your desk, and you shakily pushed yourself up to your feet, feeling that familiar numbness begin to speckle over you once more as you hugged yourself tight.

“If only every work day ended like this, am I right?” Mike said as he moved past you with a self-satisfied grin.

He ducked into his office before emerging with his briefcase and phone, his eyes glued to the little screen as he breezed past you.

“See you tomorrow!” he called over his shoulder without looking back, and you flinched as the office door swung shut loudly behind him.

You felt so dirty–so used–even worse than the day in the motel, because at least Ari had made you feel good, had made you feel genuinely wanted with all of his thorough kisses and lingering touches, had cared about your pleasure and made sure you had cum.

Mike hadn’t done any of that, and the reality of being with him felt nothing like the fantasies you had harbored all these years.

Blinking against the tears blurring your vision and ignoring the way shame burned you up from the inside out, you quickly cleaned yourself up with a few tissues, your fingers trembling the entire time as you tried not to cry, to lose it entirely.

Just as those intrusive thoughts telling you how stupid you were, how pathetic, how useless and unlovable began to stir within you, your phone rang again. It was a welcome distraction as you hurried to your purse and pulled it free, answering the call without looking at the screen as you searched your bag for your car keys.

Amelia’s voice shook as she said your name, and you instantly froze, your stomach plummeting before she even spoke her next words:

“Sweetie, we’re at the hospital, it’s your dad…he had a stroke.”

“What?” you trembled, lashes fluttering as you struggled to process her words, to breathe. “Is he okay?”

Amelia hesitated, and that beat of silence had your insides twisting hard, your world skewing as she replied, “You should get here as soon as possible.”

“I’m on my way,” you wisped, already darting to the office door as you ended the call and hurried outside, Mike and what had just happened between you two now the furthest thing from your mind.

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