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Author’s Note: Dear God, if you read any of my other stuff, don’t read this without knowing that it is nothing like my other stories. The only one even remotely close is The Secrets of My Heart, and trust me when I tell you that it isn’t like that one very much either.

Rating: NC-17 (for prostitution, sex, language, violence, and very evil people)

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Tempted by Storms

Lucius Malfoy sneered as he entered the run-down building that was Yvette’s Ladies Establishment. Paint peeling off the walls, no receptionist, and an odor that smelled suspiciously like sweat and other bodily fluids. It was no place a man of his wealth should ever have had to patronize, but sometimes there were no options left.
He’d never been before, but the place had been recommended by Marcus Flint, whom he had met first as a Death Eater and later as a prisoner in Azkaban. Marcus had mentioned the place in passing during their first meeting as ‘the place’ to go when one needed a quick fuck and no questions asked. The owner—Yvette, he imagined—apparently Obliviated the girls afterwards, to insure their silence in case any of the men cried something important out when they came.
He cleared his throat, hoping someone would come quickly. He needed a woman, for Merlin’s sake! His own wife had been dead three years already, and he did not want or need another mistress. They were too cumbersome, always wanting something and never keeping quiet about the affair. It really was too troublesome to have to kill them, as after a while it just got old. He only hoped the room he took the lady in was nicer, as there was no way in hell he would ever lower himself to lay down in a room so vile.
Lucius looked back at the only door—besides the one he had entered through—in the place as a woman entered. She was tall, nearly Narcissa’s height, but she had hideously red hair that was quite obviously artificially colored, as it didn’t suit her skin tone at all. He wrinkled his nose almost imperceptibly as he stared down his nose at her.
“Hello,” she said, in what she no doubt assumed was a sultry voice, giving him a smile. He didn’t miss the way she eyed his gold wristwatch. “I’m Yvette, the owner of this establishment.” She held out a hand, looking at him under lengthy eyelashes.
Ignoring the hand she offered, Lucius instead said, “Yes, I gathered as much. Do you have anyone here now?”
“Customers or girls?” Yvette asked, clearly put off by his attitudwardwards her.
Nearly growling in frustration, Lucius hissed, “Girls.”
“Oh, yes,” she smiled. “Girls! We have a customer here, let’s give him a show, shall we?”
Slowly, one after one, the girls began to filter out of the same door Yvette had come through. Merlin, Lucius thought, where did she keep all of them? There were black ones, white ones, Asian ones; red heads, blondes, brunettes and black-haired ones; short, tall, fat and skinny. They were dressed in varying degrees of clothes, some not wearing any at all while others were in full dress robes. All of them smiled at him, striking various poses as they joined the growing line. When there were no more coming, there were at least fifty crammed into the small front area of the store.
“Choose any one you want, pay now, and have her back by morning,” Yvette said, watching with a smile as he looked at each girl in turn. “No questions asked.”
Lucius eyed each one, critiquing her internally. Some were too fat, others too tall—he didn’t want another Narcissa, after all—still others too short. Definitely no red hair, nor any blacks. One in particular caught his attention; she was of medium height, medium build, had dark blonde hair that was nothing like Narcissa’s, and ample breasts that made him want to fuck her right there. He pointed at her, turning to Yvette. “I’ll take that one.”
Yvette smiled, a smile of pure greed and happiness. Lucius knew; he had seen it in his own reflection and that of his son’s plenty of times. “Wonderful. Everyone, out!” And in the reverse order they had entered in, they filed out, one by one. “Two hundred galleons,” she said, holding out a hand.
Lucius raised a brow. “Really? Why don’t you lower that price?”
Yvette gave him a cold smile. “Because you can affit.”it.”
Cocking a brow, Lucius reached into his robes and took out a pouch, weighing it in his hand. He knew there were a hundred galleons in it, of course, but he was watching for Yvette’s reaction. She was eyeing the pouch with a greed that was probably still much less than his. “One hundred, or I leave.”
Yvette eyed the pouch, doing some quick thinking. If she could get him to keep coming back, she would get more than just the hundred. Finally, she grabbed the pouch. “It’s a deal.” Heading back to the door, she leaned through it, calling, “Anika!”
The girl he had just paid for walked through the door, swaying her hips sexily as she eyed him under modest lashes. She stopped walking when she reached him, and accepted the cloak Yvette slipped over her shoulders with nary a twitch nor a sound.
“There is a Floo connection in the building next door. The owner and I have an agreement. You can use that to get wherever you want,” Yvette finished, leaving through the back, clutching the bag of galleons tightly.
Lucius grabbed the girl roughly, pulling her with him out the door. If the neighborhood had been even the slightest bit cleaner, he would have taken her right there, in the middle of the street. He could hear blo blood rushing in his ears and knew he had to get to the manor soon. The house elves were quiet, of course, and Draco was in France. There was no one there—he had made sure of it, as he had been particularly volatile as of late.
Pushing through the door, he walked to the back of the establishment, not taking note of anything except the location of the fireplace and the Floo powder on its mantle. He threw the powder and stepped into the flames, pulling the girl tightly against his body, relishing the feel of her breasts against his chest. “Malfoy Manor!” he shouted.
The second he stepped out of the fireplace at the manor into modest—at least compared to the rest of the house—living room, he turned to the girl and pushed her over to the wall, ripping her knickers off and pushing his trousers down in almost one motion. He pushed himself into her roughly, relishing the feel of her muscles clenching around him. She wasn’t wet, but it didn’t bloody well matter. She was a woman. It had been too long, he thought numbly, pumping himself into her hard and fast, barely noticing as she trailed her fingers down his arms, writhing and moaning against him. He was too caught up in his own pleasure, and trying to keep himself from coming too early, in an effort to gain as much pleasure from this as possible.
His hands fell down to her buttocks, grabbing them in an effort to make it harder, faster. Merlin, yes! he thought, and let himself go.

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Lucius walked into the dining room with a smile—or rather, the closest thing to a smile a Malfoy had ever worn—on his face. He had just returned from a business trip to France, and was looking forward to frequenting Yvette’s establishment tonight. He hadn’t been there in nearly a week, and he was sorely in need of a good fuck—especially if that fuck happened to be Anika. She was a good sport, and he had to admit it was nice to have her not know him every time they began.
Not that she didn’t know him again by the end of the night, and knew just where to touch him and rub him to make him mad with passion.
Smirking, he sat down, accepting the Daily Prophet from the house elf with a sneer that sent the little bastard—or bitch, he really couldn’t tell the difference—scurrying off, whimpering. Lucius glanced down at the paper with little interest—until his eyes alighted on the headline:
Ladies Establishment in Knockturn Alley Shut Down by Ministry!
With nearly feverish dread, Lucius read the article.
Just yesterday, at midnight, Ministry personnel entered Yvette’s Ladies Establishment and arrested nearly fifty young women, many of whom were being held against their will under various curses and potions, all prostitutes. Yvette—whose real name is not being disclosed to the media—has pled innocent to all ges,ges, and…
Lucius threw the paper down in disgust. What in Merlin’s name wa sup supposed to do now? He needed a fuck, and he needed one now. Growling, Lucius stood up, not having touched any of his food. He was going to go to Diagon Alley; perhaps he could find one of his older mistresses—one of the ones he hadn’t killed—and see if they were up for a little something.
Three hours later, Lucius was cold, tired—and he still hadn’t had a fuck. Diagon Alley was crowded, and no one would give him a second glance. He scowled. The Malfoy name should have been revered, but ever since his internment in Azkaban—from which he had escaped only with a considerable amount of bribing—no one had given a shit about his heritage, or his name. They would know, though; one of these days he would get his revenge. Then they would be sorry.
Glaring at the passersby, he was just about to give up when he caught sight of a young woman who looked remarkably like Anika, although she was a few years younger. Her bosom wasn’t quite as large, either, but that wasn’t such a hardship; and her hair was brown, though it had probably been blonde when she was younger. She wasn’t pretty, by any means, but there was something about her that made him know that it would be too easy to get himself hard while watching her. Lucius tilted his head, staring at her. She was wearing an old cloak, staring at the entrance to Fortescue’s bit biting her lip.
Lucius watched her, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. If she was lacking in money—which was probable, considering the way she was looking at the ice cream parlor—then perhaps he could buy her silence and her body with little trouble. He might even be able to get her for cheaper than he’d been paying for Anika, and get more for his money. He walked forward and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned sharply, gasping when she saw him. He saw recognition in her eyes, and frowned inwardly, though outwardly his facial expression never faltered. She knew him, did she? It certainly didn’t look as though she knew him in a good light. She was young, he had been right about that. She was probably his son’s age, if he had to hazard a guess.
It didn’t look as though it would be as easy as he might have assumed.
“Lucius Malfoy,” she hissed, glaring.
“Madam,” he nodded, deciding to be at least partially amicable.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She continued glaring at him, bundling tighter into her cloak.
“Speaking with you,” he said, raising a brow.
She glared at him again, turning sharply and walking away from him. Lucius let her go, following her at three meters. If he could just get her alone… All thoughts of payment flew from Lucius’ mind. He needed a fuck—no, more correctly, he needed her. He was already hard with need, and if she thought she was going to get away that easily… Well, she hadn’t seen anything yet. Lucius Malfoy got what he wanted, no matter what he had to do to get it>
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Lucius smiled absently when she ducked into an alleyway. Thank the Gods she was making it easy for him. He followed her quickly, and stopped just in front of the alley, looking around the corner. She was waiting for him, her wand ready. He walked away, across the street, and walked past the alley before coming back across the street. She was looking at the other side of the alley, the side he had been on originally, and didn’t notice him until it was too late. He clamped his hand over her mouth, snatched her wand and pulled her hard against him, only holding her tighter when she tried to bite his hand. Gods, she felt good as she struggled against him, her breasts rubbing against his t. St. She wriggled in his grasp, almost causing him to let go, but then he got a hold on her, grabbed his wand and Apparated to the manor.
The anti-Apparition ward only applied to those not of Malfoy blood, so Lucius had no trouble going straight to his bedroom. As soon as they arrived, he released her, hissing, “Bitch!” as he rubbed his hand and glared at her. He glanced at the skin—she hadn’t broken it, thank the Gods.
“You bastard,” she screamed back at him, picking herself up from the ground with almost admirable grace and glancing around the room like a caged animal.
Lucius gave her a feral grin, not answering her accusation. He walked towards her, trapping her in the corner of his bedroom. He was hard, and he needed to fuck her now. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him. She would be nowhere near as willing as Anika, but he didn’t want to cast any charms or spells on her—he’d found they really diminished the fun of it. He brought his mouth down on hers forcefully, sucking and biting her lips until she opened her mouth to scream, and he slipped his tongue into it. He let his hands fall down to her sides, pulling her hard against him, rubbing his erection into her stomach, not letting her move more than an inch.
He could feel her arms beating futilely against his chest, but paid them no mind. It was obvious it wasn’t doing any good, and she must have realized this as her hits became less frequent—and she actually started kissing him back, sucking and biting at his lips with just as much fervor as he was exhibiting. Far from being exhilarated, Lucius began to worry. There was no way she had given in so easily. However, he knew the he needed this, and if she was going to give him such an easy time of it, why worry about the consequences?
He picked her up, relishing when her legs came up to wrap around his waist, and walked over to the bed. He didn’t know when he’d made the decision to take her on the bed, but it would be much nicer than the floor or the wall—and this was going to be one good fuck, he could already tell. He laid her down on the bed, setting himself between her thighs and pulling off her robes until she lay in nothing but her underthings. She was breathing heavily, looking up at him with fear in her eyes—but there was something else too: desire. She was turned on by this, as much as she hated to admit it.
Lucius groaned, looking at her body with what could only be classified as a rabid hunger. His eyes roved from her breasts to her legs, and he made an instant decision. Originally he had planned on taking her there, but he found that he simply had to study the rest of her first. He ripped her bra off viciously, not noticing when she winced, and leaned down, nipping and suckling on her breasts as his hands went down to work her knickers off her bottom. He groaned, burying his face in them. Dear Gods, that felt good; she was breathing heavily beneath him, and he smirked when he slipped a finger into her and she screamed.
Gods, she was wet. He didn’t know how she’d gotten so wet in such a short time, but she was nearly soaking onto the bed. Moving down her body, Lucius decided something else. He had to taste her. Reaching her vagina, he placed his mouth right up against it and his tongue snaked in, tasting her viciously as she nearly bucked off the bed, screaming as she grabbed the bed sheets and her legs came up to clamp around his head.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Lucius groaned, coming up and taking her in one swift stroke. Dear Gods, how could it feel so good? It shouldn’t feel this good. He was fucking her hard and fast and she was bucking beneath him, her nails digging into his skin as he went harder and faster until he couldn’t see straight. She was writhing beneath him, screaming and clutching at him so hard he was amazed she hadn’t become hoarse and limp yet. Faster, harder—for the gods’ sakes, couldn’t he go faster? He kept going, kept pushing, and when he finally came, he was amazed to hear her coming, too, screaming as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling her against him and even farther into her with a strength he couldn’t have guessed she possessed.
Lucius collapsed on top of her, relishing the feel of her tightness around him, not lifting himself out of her just yet. It felt too good, too right, just too good to let go of just yet. He hadn’t had this good of a fuck in… Well, never. He had never had a fuck this good. Even Anika hadn’t been this good. This woman, Lucius vowed, whoever she was, would be staying here with him for as long as he could keep her there—and if he had his way, as he usually did, she wouldn’t leave until he wanted her to, if and when that ever happened. She was simply too good to let go of so easily, and it didn’t matter who she was—he wanted her, he wanted to fuck her whenever he bloody well wanted to. And if she always responded this way… So much the better.
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