𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓
2 - 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑜
⌜Loki x ofc Cassia Black series⌝
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ mafia themes, smuttish -masturbation, cussing
MASTERLIST
“What on earth did you put in there? You drugged?”.
Scrunching her face, Cassia continued to pour the blended spinach and cabbage in a glass already half filled with a rich fruit smoothie. It smelled like a tropical paradise, vitamins swirling around in the air until it mingled with the less pleasurable scent of greens.
Her friend and Pedro’s IT specialist Sara turned away from the countertop, the crack of her teeth biting off a chunk of apple sounding hasty. Disgusted by the scent she simply needed a good bite of something entirely different.
Cassia frowned “Gosh, relax. As if I would drink such a…”
“Such a what, darling?” Lokis baritone resounded against the clean white surface of the pool kitchen, penetrating her brain in a startling flash. The phantom had grown to affect Cassia over the month he had spent in Mexico. Cassia rolled her eyes nonetheless, far from allowing him a glimpse of her consciousness.
Teeth stuck in the green apple as if frozen, Sara’s gaze switched from her friend to her bosses guest and back, clearly feeling the sizzling tension surrounding them like an invisible veil.
Until she coughed, turning her watching into a welcome opportunity for Cassia to invade the rigid silence. “Well, now you know who this insult of a smoothie is for” she hissed, nodding towards a secretly amused Loki. “Mister Laufeyson or should I say Mister special requests?”.
“Ok, but you still made it for him, right?” Sara noted, more for her own understanding. But regret was instant as Cassia‘s hazel gaze pierced the blue haired woman, grunting before grumpy notes quickly left her lips. “I’m just hospitable”.
Pushing past Loki’s tall figure with her own orange smoothie swirling aggressively in a Long-drink glass, the young woman pretended to be busy looking for Steve on the pool deck.
Was she really though? She wasn’t sure anymore since Steve started to leave for business regularly, barely spending the weekends with her. She didn’t really need him.
Nevertheless, if Loki’s first man was around, he surely was the more pleasant coeval.
“…and amiable as always” Loki muttered, his left arm strained with thick veins as he propped his palm on the countertop behind him, back leaned against the edge of the white surface. The spandex was tight, too tight for Cassia not to gulp as she looked back to Sara.
It clung to Loki’s chest like a second skin, every ridge and line of his flexing chest muscles on slutty display. The phantom’s sly smirk grew more obvious behind the façade of calculated stoicism while Cassia’s eyes followed a sinful trail down to his abs.
He was enjoying her beautiful eyes on his body, ogling him like a teenager.
Blinking rapidly, she pulled herself out of a forbidden trance, quickly banning the ribald thoughts about how Loki looked further down… between his juicy thighs…
“Respectfully, get lost Laufeyson” she sneered instead, a wordless side eye at Sara had her hurrying at Cassia’s side. She felt too alone, naked almost under his emerald gaze, color as pure as the famous Rigoletti Emeralds waiting in his antique collection in Paris. This man was a massive snob with an annoyingly exquisite taste.
She knew exquisite when she saw however, knowing how life could be living under the crushing principles of clinical minimalism Cassia was not to be impressed by wealth nor jewels.
Onyx curls spilled over his shoulders as Loki shook his head, slowly and precisely while he took a sip of the bow green liquid. She had coaxed more and more words out of his pretty lips as the time went by in the Black’s mansion but still the phantom was a creature of less tunes and more gazes, gestures.
At least that’s what the half naked woman assumed, eyeing him with her best Pokerface and Sara long arrived at her side.
“If you can’t handle my presence in my own damn home then the door’s over there” the poison left her scarlet lips albeit lacking the usual, biting tone she could afford.
Judgement was instant on Loki’s sharp face, the amused eyebrow frozen in its raised position. “Darling. I’m not the one unable to handle a bit of temper” he cooed, eyes darting down where flicks of his wrist swirled the drink like he always did. “Is that so?” It came shooting back, her free arm on her hip.
Lokis gaze was narrowed when he looked back up, abs flexing and tormenting the fabric of his shirt. Cassia felt her fingertips dig in her flesh, feral emotions surging through her veins as the king of Europe effortlessly pushed himself off the edge.
He was undeniably handsome. Far too handsome for her liking although she had never seen any women nor men leaving his room in the morning.
It was his left hand she couldn’t see, his hand that dove under the sheets occasionally, pumping up and down as his right hand clung to the headboard. There were no lovers.
“Last night it did not seem like Steve had you under control” it slipped from his mouth almost unbothered.
Except for when Loki had been far from unfazed by Cassia’s moans and whimpers echoing through the hallway yesterday night. He knew of her beauty prior to all this and still, eventually found himself a victim.
He had left his door open for a breeze, laptop screen lit with docs and faux-legit business, the scent of lavender tea swirling around in the grand guest suit. How the laptop had slid from his lap as he grew painfully hard, eyes screwed shut and ears intoxicated by her angelic chants of pleasure…
I could make her scream properly, like a whore Loki had thought, his fist curling tightly around the wanton column of arousal. She found him utterly annoying whereas he thought to be disturbed by her distracting, bubbly nature. But none of those vexations had broken the surface of his momentum of lust.
Loki’s mind had mused about how she would be on display on all fours, ass stuck up and her head pressed into the mattress. His fingers would look lovely neatly intertwined with strands of ginger hair.
And as he had come with a muffled growl, thick white ropes of come shot on the screen of his grey MacBook, drizzling down and blurring his sinister master plans.
Cassia inhaled sharply, ready to tell him what a pervert he was to have listened as her dad emerged from the beige stone staircase, irritation oozing from his agape lips.
“Daaaad! Where have you been?” The woman instantly switched to sunshine, a suspicious, broad smile on her blushing face. But Pedro only snorted with a grin, handing her a brown file she immediately opened with a hasty swish.
Loki, however, swiftly turned away for a second so that it went unbeknownst to anyone else that he chuckled. An honest, entertained chuckle that tickled in his strong lungs. Rather a phenomenon. Rare.
“I’m honored that you seem to worry about my whereabouts, Bonita” Pedro snickered, a hand lowered to cup her cheek in a loving manner while hazel eyes scanned the health records. Warmth from his touch was spreading through her system, love and devotion fulfilled her and gave everything a purpose.
That was what she had been missing with Steve.
When the blonde man first flirted with her it was juvenile hormones that nudged her into that situationship and now it was fun, a welcome diversion but nothing more. It kinda hurt.
Pedro exhaled, withdrawing his hand as his hoarse voice penetrated the Mexican heat once more. “Your flight is booked Loki. First class; Mexico City to Narita departing tonight”.
“Excellent. Thank you Pedro” the black haired man nodded, an appreciative back on Pedro’s back irritating Cassia.
Was he leaving for good this time? And why so all of a sudden?
“Steve already left to prepare everything. I hope he expressed his gratefulness in an adequate way” Loki purred, nothing but honesty detectable in his beautiful baritone. Cassia grew nervous as her witty mind tied the dots; urgent business in Tokio and a deadly paper order in her hand. Loki wasn’t leaving just yet. This whole thing was supposed to be a soberly played out red herring.
Slapping the file closed, she drew the two men’s attention, her questioning expression determined to coax an explanation.
Pedro eventually sighed, smiling when he met her almond eyes. “As you know I’m owing the phantom numerous favors. This-” he continued tapping the file with his pointer “-is one of them but I suppose it won’t be much of a problem para tí”. Cassia slowly shook her head, curious about what was to follow since she could read her dad’s face like a self-written poem.
“¿Y además?” [And?] Her voice poked the friendly bear, embarrassing him with the inevitability of giving her a precarious answer. “You will be joining me, Cassia” Loki spoke up with a trained sternness, silencing the snappy woman and rendering her baffled.
Color became rare in her face, the smoothie stilling in stiff hands. “You won’t need much, darling. It’s only for two days until I can drop my alibi” Loki purred completely unfazed by the silent protest behind the hazel veil of her glance ans he flipped the temples of his sunglasses open.
Cassia scrunched her nose but the happy, exited look on her dad’s face coaxed a rushed smile onto her lips. “I’m so glad you get to spend some time together. Now you finally get to go out again, mi corazon” Pedro cheered, pressing a kiss on his daughter’s ginger head. A kiss that drained every drop of virulence from her tone.
“Sure but… what about tomorrow’s shipment? Wasn’t I supposed to organize handoff?” The woman faux-mused, innocent seeming fingers toying with the pile of papers tucked under her arm. She was praying that he had forgotten about the 300 semiautomatic rifles coming from Venezuela. Loki could smell she did.
However, he knew better than that. And so did Pedro.
Chuckling the American mafia boss waved off, Loki biting his lower lip in what he would later, most likely in regret, deem as childish gloating joy. Why he felt in such variety for Cassia who was so different to all the the other women he had ever dealt with was beyond his knowledge nonetheless, forcing him back into his collected, reserved nature.
“Please don’t worry Bonita. Alvaro will take care of it and Loki assigned some of his men as well”.
“How generous” the woman huffed, rolling her eyes when Pedro couldn’t see.
“Cassia, te ruego. Sólo quiero lo mejor para ti, así que hazme este favor”. [Cassia, I beg you. I just want the ]
As if not longer involved in those discussions, Loki slid up his sunglasses and sauntered past them with elaborate strides only to stop right behind the agitated beauty.
She took a long breath, feeling her unabashed love for Pedro clash with the antipathy for the phantom, the source of it yet to discover.
“Alright. At least there’s sushi” she muttered in a defeated manner, trying to pop out a smile for Pedro who’s face lit up immediately. But as if ordered to give Cassia a pause of the happy acting, his phone rung, Latin American tunes filling the hot afternoon air.
The red haired woman got lost in the soothing thoughts of sushi, ramen and other Asian dishes when the predator neared its prey, head tilted and lips dangerously close to her pulse point. She winced and shrieked, silently, feeling the stinging sensation of his fingertips brushing her naked arm; like a phantom.
She didn’t feel him coming.
Clicking his tongue, Lokis eyes rolled in the back of his head from Cassia’s unique perfume or perhaps just pheromones. But somehow she stayed still, a porcelain doll under his spell. “I would’ve loved to show you one of my partner’s restaurants, darling” he purred into her ear, the deep rasp vibrating against her eardrum, making her feel weirdly intrigued.
“You would have..?”. Loki let out a quiet snort of laughter, magnetic fingers lifting off her skin again. “Well, it appears to me you are reluctant to accompany me. Name me a reason I should take you out then?”.
And with the quiet, smacking noise of his wolfish grin dropping, Loki pulled back and rushed off, his phone already buzzing again.
Busy bastard Cassia damned him, rubbing off the trail of goosebumps on her traitorous skin. “Hopefully Steve will be there” she murmured, waved her dad who was still phoning Alvaro a meek goodbye and hurried to the lab.
She got a job to do after all. In her safe place that didn’t involve the lavish company of a certain man. A handsome intruder for a time, nothing more.
Sipping on her martini and listening to calming saxophone solos Cassia’s gaze lingered on her companion Steve. He donned a tuxedo with the striking pin of Loki’s golden crest; a rearing cobra hovering above a lying lion with venom dripping down her teeth. It resembled Loki and Thor as she had learned throughout the last month of involuntarily sharing her home with the phantom.
She knew it looked like some kind of pompous show-off but as the daughter of the muerte negro Cassia was painfully familiar with those tactics that were rather insurances and 'a matter of honor' as her dad said.
“Staring at my death certificate again, are we?” Steve snickered, leaning over to brush a lose strand of hair behind Cassia’s ear, making her smile. “Sorry” she giggled “I’m a bit off today. Tired from the flight I guess”. Steve scrunched his nose in mock understanding, pulling out his phone to give her some space to trail off.
To be honest Cassia still couldn’t figure out the reason for her presence since Loki had briefly introduced her to his Asian business partner only to extend the leash shortly after.
Subconsciously shaking her head, the woman peeked over her shoulder to get a glimpse of Loki’s impeccable curls spilling over his neck and mingling with the fabric of a black silk jacket.
She couldn’t determine whether he was speaking or not, his posture remaining perfectly still at all times. Only the body language of his opposite told Cassia about the undeniable effect the phantom’s shadow casted on everyone. Even on her dad.
What on earth did he plan to be granted her father’s precious loyalty?…
“So, the princesa negra it shall be? I would have never thought” Li Xiang snickered, the glasses on his nose moving under an amused scrunch of his face.
Loki smirked to himself, one hand swirling the liquor in his elaborate glass with the hotel’s emblem written on it in jet black. The one he always stayed in when in Tokio. “Well, let’s presume I already rolled my dice a while ago and now the price is ready to be claimed” he said, semi-obviously enjoying the company of a longtime business partner.
Li’s fork with an olive impaled on the prongs rested halfway to his mouth, eyes glistening with excitement. “The Red Sakura would be honored to do business with America”.
The phantom chuckled, his broad shoulders rising and falling in appreciation of his enthusiasm.
However, not the kind of laughter he experienced with Cassia.
“Slow, Li, slow” he rather hummed deep in his throat, stomach suddenly tightening the more he thought about what was to come. About the secrets he had to keep at all costs. “I will inform you as soon as America is mine”.
Night had long come upon Japan as Cassia took in the foreign atmosphere.
A million neon lights mingled with headlights of countless cabs and distant music was regularly drowned by funny sounding honks. Metro signs and different looking traffic lights were sprinkled on the image.
Cassia let her hair down, strands now flying in the lukewarm night breeze of Tokio city as she craned her face in the wind. Loki was long asleep as she thought but the calming third dimension unfortunately never overcame her so the young woman had made her way to the balcony, delicate legs dangling from the balustrade.
Fear was mostly a foreign word to her and the more awkward was Loki’s irrefutable demand for her to sleep in his room.
[two hours prior]
“What’s that supposed to be?” She snapped at him upon hearing about his plans for the night. However, her vivacity had never reached him. Instead, it coaxed his tall figure closer until his hands gripped the doorframe and his lean, yet muscular body hung hovering above her.
After shooting a glance at his exposed watch, Lokis potent eyes pierced her narrowed one’s again, green coupling with hazel like an untouched forest. “Because your father told me to keep your pretty ass safe and that shall be in a fucking safe room… with me” his voice was husky from the alibi meeting, almost taking the façade of annoyance from Cassia’s posture and replacing it with arousing respect.
He was tired, slowly losing his calculated poise. He was starting to cuss.
“In your room?” The ginger woman repeated as if incredulous, shifting her weight from one foot to another with her heels clicking impatiently on the floor. “I’m protecting you with my damn life, Cassia” Loki shot back, venom dripping from his agape lips, jaw jutted out.
Perplexed, she dragged her foot backwards, facial features deranged in a staccato of her consciousness. “I- I don’t need protection”. “Is that so?” Loki drawled with a know-it-all smirk, allowing the rhetoric to ring in her head until questioning eyes begged for an explanation.
“Five men. Two at the airport, one on the road and two in the lobby”.
Cassia bit down a gulp, suddenly feeling weirdly in debt. But of course Loki had to read about it between her cheeky lines due to her stoic walls of self-protection not yet ready to crumble.
She rolled her eyes, turned on the spot to head for the bathroom. “Whatever. Just don’t disturb my well-deserved shower, Mister Bodyguard”.
Sighing but smiling to herself Cassia’s legs swung in the semi-cold air, the scent of soy sauce reminding her of her dramatic lack of sushi. The only reason she came here despite of her father’s happily glinting eyes. They didn’t offer any at the bar.
The woman sniffed like a nosy puppy only dressed in her favorite white negligé that accentuated the pretty tan of her skin.
Suddenly two big hands grabbed her waist, pushing her forward and slightly off the railing until she let out a shrill cry of naked fear only to be pulled back up atop and against a warm, naked chest.
“You- you’re unbearable” it blurted out her, Cassia’s right arm reaching back to slap his flexing latissimus. “How dare you!?”.
Loki’s cold skin peeled off the bare parts of her back and latched back onto it repeatedly as a chuckle thundered through his chest. She stiffened for a moment, the deeper, unconscious parts of her brain telling her to relax again as his distinctive cologne infiltrated her nostrils, replacing the scent of delicious food with something just as luring.
“Shh… remember my superior task” he cooed, the grip around her waist softening within the curve of her body. She allowed it, continuing the exploration of Tokyo’s ad lights. “I ordered some food. You came for sushi after all, didn’t you darling?” Loki’s playful little smirk was audible in the low timbre, the hot breath of his exhale temptingly fanning across Cassia’s neck.
She chose to ignore his offer at first.
It felt almost arousing yet so different than with Steve.
“Where’s Steve?” She heard herself ask, leaning back to rest her weight against his strong torso. “I’m afraid that’s none of your business”. “Of course it isn’t” she rolled her eyes, thoughts drifting off to what actually was her business. “What about my part in all this? Did it work?”.
Loki’s lips ghosted across her temples as he leaned in from the side, captured in the spell that was Cassia Black while knowing he was playing with fire. Her fire and a far older one she should never lay hands on. It would burn them both. If not whole worlds.
So he withdrew completely, hoisting her body off the balustrade before he let go of her waist; a place that felt blessing to hold.
“Everything went according to plan. Wish to have your midnight snack with me my lady?” He asked, painting his words in frisky, biting sarcasm as they were used to. Back to the roots from the accident that could have been uncalculated affection; a threat to his motive.
Naturally, the change of mood didn’t go unnoticed by the skimpily dressed woman whose long bob looked deranged by the wind. A part of her wished it had been rough sex.
Was she sad about his sudden switch? No. Why the hell should she, right?
Sitting down on the suede couch, Loki sunk his fork in an enticingly looking uramaki roll, conducting his hand towards the ginger fire for a short moment. Careful, Laufeyson, he told himself, the sushi flying towards his own mouth instead.
“Just eat. That’s nothing but a small gesture of… protection” Loki stated, seeming collected as his heart skipped a beat at her beautiful, broad smile.
Cassia eventually grabbed her fork with a cute speck of adventurism, gleeful eyes wandering across the richly filled plate of colors and scents. “Thank you. Idiot” she whispered, tone meek, before an avocado maki disappeared between her velvet lips.
Somehow forgotten and put aside, Loki’s phone buzzed, the screen lit with a messenger notif…
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