Shameless- Mobster!Ivar

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Harlem 1922, 2:03am, Marvin's Speakeasy

The speakeasy didn't have too many people in it. Just a few straddlers who didn't comprehend the meaning of closed. Delia didn't mind though. The bartender was her brother, always pouring her drinks after hours while she sung. Dancing was the easy part. It took nothing to get up on stage and twirls her tits. She wanted the mic, she wanted to sing with Billie and the others.
"We're closed." Her brother said to the two white gentleman. They hung their trench coats up and removed there fedoras, it was obvious they weren't going anywhere.
Delia knew Ivar and his brothers were always staying afterwards, but those fresh arrival of gin and rum kept these places thriving. "They're fine, Ruben." She waves your brother along.
"Delia." Ivar lot his cigarette and pulled the small wooden chair from the round table. "I came by yesterday."
"I wasn't here." Delia rolls her eyes twirling in her red gown. He'd bought her the gown weeks ago. Their relationship was complicated, more so because he didn't see her in public. As high profiled and powerful as he was, the racial stigma still cling to him. "You want something," she smirked.
"You, what else would I want?"
"Well, here I am." She pours him a shot of gin and sits in front of him. "You onyl want me when there aren't eyes glued to you."
"Woman..."
Delia batted her honey brown eyes and crossed her legs. "Who are you jiving?"
"No one."
"Not me, if you want me, stop hiding it."
"Hiding what?"
"You want me in the shadows cause I'm the sweet as negra girl you lay with it from time to time. You don't think that hurts my feelings?"
"You know I do more than lay with you?"
"That's what everyone else sees? Who am I to know different? Would you stop thinking about yourself for one damn moment?"
"I try to not be selfish. I bought you the gown. Even got you a spot at the spot in Yonkers next week to sing."
"I wouldn't be caught dead over there with you."
"Now, whose being selfish?" Delia pushes him playfully. "We are closed though sir, if you would kindly exit."
Ivar batted his eyes confused at Delia. "So now you are gonna not serve me?"
"We are closed."
"I don't want anything on the menu." He bit his lip.
"Let's go upstairs, huh?" He takes her hand and like always she follows him to the pool hall. He tosses the cigarette in his glass and lifts you to pool table. "Why you gotta be mean to me huh? Your brother already hates me?"
"Because, you buy me things and fuck me good. But you can do that for any whore. We've been doing this for years."
"What do you want? A house? I can get you a house."
"I want some respect Ivar." Delia shoves him from her. "And don't think I'm gonna let you seduce me up here. You're so selfish."
"I'm selfish?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Is this new to you Delia?"
"No! I should be used to you fucking me over!"
"Lower your voice huh! I had a liquor run in Petrova Hills. I came to you as soon as we got back, ask Hvitserk?"
"Fuck You."
"You think I'm ashamed of you huh?? I have nothing to be ashamed of, l'll prove it." He strolls over to the window pushing it up easily. "I fucking love Delia Mathers!" He's voice echoes throughout the silent streets. "You happy, should we just go outside and knock on fucking doors. I am not ashamed of you baby."
"I don't care. I don't care." Delia leaves the room heading down the steps only to get tugged back up two of them and pushed against the wall.
"Why you gotta be stubborn huh? What's the deal? I love you, every fucking body knows it." He whispers as his tongue traces her earlobe. "Huh? Why you wanna fight me?"
She shutters feeling him lift her dress and spread her legs. "My brother is down there."
"Then you'll need to shut up, won't you?" He's inside of her before she can think. His forceful thrusts captivating every part of her body. Her legs grow weak and her moans grow louder. He muffles her sounds planting a kiss so deep she can't speak. Her hips meet his and he's in ecstasy grinding himself more and more until she comes almost painfully scraping her teeth omg his neck. He comes quietly and controlled. "See, the whole town of New York could have seen that shit. I wouldn't have cared baby. There's no shame when it comes to you."

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