The Sin of Desire (Pt. 10)
Werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader
Warnings: Violence, Graphic Descriptions, 18+ spicy themes, *be careful out there
Months Ago
You had been working for the company a few months now, underneath Billy as his assistant. But you were also trying to figure out how to get under him, literally. You two had more than your fair share of conversations, besides him being the most handsome man ever, you enjoyed his personality. Talking to him put you at ease, his jokes made you laugh, and while initially thinking he was a cold-blooded businessman he often made decisions that helped others more than hindered.
It confused and intrigued you. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say it turned you on. Watching him command meetings, standing in front of everyone or by the windows, hands clasped behind his back listening to the presentation, picking up on subtle nuances, asking pin point questions, and demanding the room with solely his presence. People weren’t so much scared as much as they just respected him, but yes there were also a few that were scared.
You had shoved the cheesy thought away forever ago when you’d been hired about how hot your boss was, how completely inappropriate it was to be lusting after him. How that was probably grounds for firing, but you knew deep down that a night in bed with him was probably worth the unemployment. Some days you were bold and at your desk in front of his office you’d fantasize about him, tossing you onto the nearest desk or sitting you on the copier after hours and having his way with you.
One time you’d been thinking about pulling his pants down during a call and sucking him off as he talked on the phone. When your glazed eyes realized your boss was standing in front of you waiting for a folder of spreadsheets you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. He had been staring at you, eyes darkened and nostrils flared as he accepted the folder with a small smile before sniffing the air. He took a deep inhale and his eyes closed, turning on his heel and abruptly closing the door to his office. You’d gone paranoid for about 30 minutes after that, thinking he could read your thoughts.
There were hints he felt similarly to you. Compliments on your outfits, you’d catch him staring at you from across the room. One time another male coworker had tried to grab your ass as a joke and Billy fired him on the spot. There were looks, glances, gestures and even light flirting that would go on between the two of you. Your friend Emily rolled her eyes playfully every time you’d share new info with her.
“Oh my Godddd, he’s so into you!” She’d start, laughing at how you’d immediately backtrack and talk about how you appreciate the job, and appreciated looking at him but that’s all it was allowed to be. “Do you know how many bosses fuck their secretaries? SO many, and hardly any of them get caught. This is a feminist move if anything- take control, get that damn pay raise.”
“Emily!” You had laughed, swirling the little umbrella in your cocktail drink, laughing at your friends’ antics. “I enjoy being employed.”
“But you deserve to enjoy being fucked too.”
“Jesus, pipe down!” You cackled as she made a lewd gesture on the barstool next to you. She was slightly tipsy, but Emily just got more honest with each drink, filter completely gone.
“I’m serious! This weekend is Halloween, you should invite him to like a masked ball or something. I don’t know, dress in the traditional costume of lingerie and then you can have your way with him outside of company time, and if you’re both dressed as not yourselves...” She took a long swig of her island ice tea, “Free pass!”
“I don’t think that’s how that works.”
“But it should be.” You couldn’t deny the idea seemed really tempting. A bunch of people from work had already planned to go to a club Halloween night and it wouldn’t be a crazy gesture to invite him as well…would it? He could easily say no and then maybe you’d back off a bit. Let the waters settle and decide going forward if this was just a one-sided thing you’d made out to be more in your head.
“Alright, finish your drink. We need to go out and find me a costume.” You’d said, tossing back the contents of your glass and grabbing her arm. Emily excitedly clapped her hands, and hopped off the bar stool following closely.
“I’m about to head out if you need anything else?” You had asked, standing in the doorway of Billy’s office. He lifted his head and smiled at you.
“No, I think I’m good. Have a good night.” You looked behind you at the mostly empty office, most people had gone home to pass out candy, or change into costumes and have a wild night on the town. Making sure the coast was clear you edged into his office and shut the door. He had resumed looking at the paper in his hands but when the door closed he set it down on his desk. “Or should I be asking you if you need anything else?” He joked, seeing you walk over and stand in front of him bashfully.
“Well… a bunch of us are dressing up and going out to a club for Halloween tonight- “You started, gauging his interest levels. His eyes were fixed on you, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the surface beneath him.
“Is that so?”
“Y-yeah, and I ugh, thought that m-maybe you’d like to come with? It’s supposed to be a great costume party and uhm, maybe a night off would be nice?” You hated how silly you sounded, like a high schooler asking out a boy to the dance. His eyes seemed playful, but also beneath that something akin to hunger, watching you, his eyes scanned down your body, almost too quickly to notice.
“Will you be dressed up?”
“Y-yes.” He hummed in thought, as if turning the idea over in his head once or twice.
“I don’t have a costume.”
“If you go in your suit most people will think you’re James bond. Or John Wick.” He laughed at that. You loved his laugh, it was warm, endearing. You’d only heard him laughed unabashedly once before but it had vibrated through your very being and tingled all the way down to your toes.
“Where is it again?” You told him the address and he said he’d consider it and thanks for the invitation. You smiled politely and left the office closing the door behind you feeling a tad bit defeated.
Trying not to notice how your heart sank at the reality that he probably wasn’t coming. Or was it the concern that this was the sign to buck up and move on. That what you two had at work was just that, a polite working friendship.
You had stopped in the company bathroom to change into your costume, knowing you didn’t have time to go home and change after work. Being sure to pack a longer coat to cover the no doubt scandalous looks you’d get. Making your way to the subway and checking your eye makeup on the train before your stop was called.
The streets were alive with partygoers, mostly costumed, all very drunk. You laughed at their antics before entering the club and smiling at a group of people you knew, chatting with them about the night and admiring their outfits.
With much coaxing from Emily you had settled on a skimpy Little Red Riding Hood Outfit. You’d groaned when she’d handed it to you to try on, it was so overdone you’d complained- and un original. But she’d insisted and you couldn’t deny the ensemble hugged you in all the right places and made your ass look great, which is all a girl could really ask for anyways.
Whether she was showing off to a guy or just needed a confidence boost in general. If Billy wasn’t going to see it, you were sure it’d get a lot of attention from other guys at the party.
You had had two drinks and mingled with your coworkers, but then split off when they found other people they knew outside of work to hang out with. After a few minutes you bit your bottom lip thinking this was a mistake and you should’ve asked Emily to join you after all.
Deciding to call it a night you pushed through the throng of people around you to get towards the stair case before you felt a hand on the small of your back. Jumping at the touch, spinning around about to deck whoever it was, you were met face to face with Billy. He was smiling down on you, still in his suit but with a pair of devil horns perched on the top of his head.
“See you did find a costume.” You poked him in the center of his chest. The excitement blooming in you, he made it. He showed up. He laughed and touched the point of one of the horns.
“A very drunk girl gave them to me as she was getting in her uber with about 10 other friends. She said she didn’t need them anymore.” He laughed, before taking your hands and stepping back to fully take in your outfit. His gaze was downright filthy, taking in the black leather boots, short skirt, brown bustier over a peasant blouse and the velvet red of the cape dragging over your shoulders. “You make a man want to huff and puff- “
“I think you’re messing up your fairytales.” You responded, proud of yourself for not just turning into a puddle before him.
“I think you’re right.” You didn’t realize how loud you two needed to shout over the music and the roar of the crowd. You very rarely went to clubs but this was a blaring reminder of why that was.
“Let’s find somewhere quieter.” You managed, Billy nodded and still holding your one hand turned and made a path through the crowd, staring daggers at any guy that ogled you too long. After a lot of shoving and pushing there was a VIP area sign on a stairwell, he pushed it open before you tugged back. “I don’t think we’re allowed in there.” His lips twitched, holding the door open still.
“Don’t worry-I’ve rented this out.” How? When? You stepped into the stairwell and followed him up a floor or two. He definitely didn’t own this building, unless he knew someone or had some sort of hookup, but the VIP levels were usually closed down during large parties like this for safety reasons.
When he pushed the security floor open it lead out to a VIP area, all windows and red sofas, opening to a pool deck and rooftop lounge area. The whole floor was bathed in red lights from the club and a firepit was even lit. This was planned.
“How-“You started before he pulled you over a lush velvet sofa, that thankfully didn’t reek of cigarettes or spilled alcohol. If this is how the well off went clubbing you could get used to it.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked. You’d had two already but the buzz was wearing off fast.
“Something that won’t knock me on my ass.” You smiled back at him and he grinned, nodding and picking up a phone that was on one of the side tables. He sat back down next to you, so close that your knees brushed. He leaned over, running a hand along the edge of your cape, taking the end between his two fingers and feeling the texture of it.
“I do love this.” He said, a hint of playfulness, but also a strangled taste of something, filthier.
“Would I get in trouble if I wore it to the office?” You poked, trying to discharge the electric current that seemed to be in the air.
“No, I think that… would be fine.” You let your hand drop, landing on top of his. You two had gotten away from the loud music to talk but all you could hear was your heart beating heavily in your chest, the sound of blood rushing in your ears.
He observed you again, and you felt the warmth in your cheeks and felt yourself biting your bottom lip. His hand brushed up along your arm, rising to your shoulder and tangling in the knot that held the cape secured, tugging the one end and watching as the tie unraveled and fell off your shoulders behind you.
You let out a soft breath feeling the sudden cool air dance over your exposed chest and back, the tiny dress doing nothing to protect you from even the subtle breeze that was out tonight. Finding the confidence within you to speak somewhere-
“Hey, I might need that.” You glanced back at your cape puddled behind you.
“Oh? For what?”
“To protect me from big bad wolves.” His smile was devious, a look so carnal, you’d never seen him look such a way before- unhinged. You got up onto your knees, reaching over him to brush your hands along the plastic horns on his head, relishing the sharp intake of breath he took as your breasts were pressed into his should and part of his chest.
“I like these too. And they light up.” You replied, waiting, to see if your intrusion of space was going to be fully reciprocated or if he’d back off. The feeling of warm hands on the small of your back and between your shoulder blades was answer enough.
You let your other knee find its place on the other side of his legs, straddling him fully now. Your heart was racing, eyes half lidded looking down at him, he caressed the side of your face, fingers playing with a coil of your hair before returning to cup your chin, moving you closer to him, to his lips.
Your lips found each other and you had to swallow the erotic moan you wanted to let loose. Billy’s lips were softer than you’d imagined but firm, demanding, the taste of him made you want to roll your eyes back in your head.
His tongue found the seam of your lips and requested entrance, which you wholly gave. He tasted each bit of you, dancing with your own tongue, swiping along the roof of your mouth, drawing out a small moan from you that couldn’t be concealed. His tempo sped up at that, kissing you open mouthed but also soft almost chaste kisses intertwined.
You ran your fingers through his hair, grasping at the strands and grinding into his lap fervently. He hissed at that, gripping your behind and dragging you as close as you could possibly get, well almost. Bucking his hips upwards into you, you gasped but it bled into a wanton moan that drove him crazy. You could feel how hard he was beneath you, a twitch beneath your center that almost did you in. Tongues delving into one another’s mouths and the scent of him over powering you.
“Wait.” He stopped, chest still heaving, you blinked at him wondering what happened, your mouth red and glistening. “W-we shouldn’t. We can’t.” He said painfully, his hands feeling looser on your body.
“Why not?” You asked, you knew why, but you only knew your thoughts, you wanted to hear his this time. Your hand pressed to the center of his chest, the other behind his neck.
“It’s not professional. I’ve been so…very…I was wrong to do this I-“His eyes darted around, anything to not look you in the eyes.
“Billy.” Your voice saying his name sounded so right. It forced him to hold your gaze. “Please. I-I want this. I want you.” Where was this coming from? You felt foolish as if begging him, but you needed him to know how you felt. “I’ve wanted you for so long- please.” You could see the fight leaving his eyes, replaced with the lust and desire from before, feel his heart speed up again. You ground your hips into his, swiveling them in a circle on his lap, teasing at the hardness of him.
Emily had joked you shouldn’t wear panties out, but you’d gone for a thin lacey pair, you were thinking maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. They were dripping and the wetness soaked through them and onto Billy’s trouser pants. He sucked in a sharp breath and quiet moan the second he felt it.
He was gone. He didn’t care about company policy anymore, he was the fucking CEO, screw it all to hell. Pulling you flush to him again, with a weight that pushed you down harder onto him, both of you crying out. You licked a line from his neck to the bottom of his ear, sucking on his earlobe before placing a downright dirty kiss onto his lips, tongue swirling against his greedily.
“Damn you.” He groaned into your shoulder after your lips had parted. Damn you both to hell. He couldn’t say no to you, after your wide eyes looked at him like that, pleading, after you’d shared how you truly felt, after your gorgeous body that looked like an angel but made him only think sinful things rutted against him like that.
He’d swore seen your face years ago when he thought it was the end for him and damn it all if he wasn’t going to do everything in his power not lose sight of you again.