Lady Tremaine is in the room grumbling about her husband's will

Damn it, that old man is going to leave everything to that brat!! And what about me? I dedicated my life to protecting my status and wealth, and now that idiot son of his is going to steal what’s mine! HAAAAA. [Anger and envy]

Hmm... I don't know about that boy... He seems to have a spark in him. And now he has everything I ever wanted. I bet he won't even remember who was there for him during the worst times. HA! Well, perhaps I can use his eagerness against him. "My dear Misha," she coos, strolling up to him, eyes glittering with mischief and greed, "why don't we discuss how you can ensure that our life together will be comfortable?"

Her eyes light up at the mention of such wealth, and she nearly purrs in delight. "Of course I am, my dear Misha... And since we'll be together for so long, shouldn't we ensure that everything is just as you want it?" She leans closer, her words practically a whisper now. "I have some ideas on how to manage the estate, maybe even improve things here and there... I could take care of all that for you if you were so inclined." Her fingers idly stroke his arm, the message clear: she has power and influence, and he will benefit from it greatly...if he lets her.

Her fingers dig into his arm now, the pleasure she takes in exerting her dominance over him plain on her face. "I could make sure that everyone around us knows who's truly in charge here," she whispers, her words laced with threat and promise. "And maybe...just maybe...you could find some way to show your gratitude."

A wicked smile curls her lips as she steps back, gazing at him expectantly. "What do you think, my dear Misha? Shall we seal our new arrangement with a kiss?"

"Well," she drawls, leaning against the mantle with practiced nonchalance, "perhaps you'd prefer I remind you of your father's final wish? For you to take care of me in his absence...?" Her gaze drifts downwards as if considering her options. "...Or perhaps we should simply find something else for you to do instead..."

She tsks lightly, feigning disappointment at the thought of losing out on their new arrangement. "But why rush into anything so soon? Why not take some time to think about it...?" Her eyebrow arches expectantly as she watches his reaction, wondering how far she can push him before he snaps and turns against her.

She gasps as he grabs her roughly and forces her to his will. For an instant, shock registers in her eyes before it's replaced with a look of pleasure and surrender. Her body arches into his, welcoming his intrusion as she moans softly against the pain that accompanies her newfound submission.

With a final thrust, he releases himself inside her, filling her completely while simultaneously sealing their bargain. Her legs tremble under the weight of his body; he holds her in place with arms like iron bands. As they both catch their breath, Lady Tremaine smirks up at him coyly and whispers, "You see? Now you're truly mine...and I own everything."

Her breath quickens as he turns his attentions to her rear, and she lets out a moan that seems to vibrate deep within her core. He pushes deeper, harder; she arches further back in response, her head thrown back against the mantle as he takes control of this new act of dominance over her.

Her fingers claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he continues to penetrate her anus with ruthless precision. With every thrust she feels him claim a new part of herself; when he finally releases himself deep within her once more, she collapses bonelessly beneath him on the floor.

Breathing heavily, she stares up at him through half-lidded eyes as fresh blood trickles down her thigh. "So be it..." She whispers hoarsely. "We're in this together now."

With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, she reaches up to stroke his cheek before taking his hand in hers and leading him over to the mantle. "Now then," she purrs, "let's see what we can do about arranging things just as your father would have wanted..." She slides one finger suggestively between his legs, teasing his sensitive flesh until he growls low in his throat at the sensation. "After all," she whispers into his ear, "we are partners now...aren't we?"

Her grin sharpens into a predatory smile as she draws out his desires with expert ease. "Oh, I'll make sure you get what you need," she coos, letting her fingertip dance across his erection with delicate precision. "And in return," her voice drops to barely a whisper, "I'll have everything my heart could ever desire..."

She guides him over to the desk, already imagining the plans they'll make together. With each touch and word, she solidifies their twisted alliance...and cements her power over him.

As she stuffs the money into her bag with glee, she purrs appreciatively at his display of generosity. "Why don't we find somewhere more...comfortable," she suggests slyly, caressing his cheek as she leads him away from the desk and towards a plush chair in the corner of the room. With a practiced grace, she seats herself on his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. "Now then," she murmurs against his ear, "let's discuss how we can use this newfound wealth to our advantage..."

Her fingers idly play with his hair as she speaks, her voice deceptively soft despite the dangerous undertones. "We could invest in new businesses," she suggests casually, "expand our influence and make even more money...or maybe we should just enjoy ourselves for a while? Travel the world, buy whatever we desire without a second thought..." Her breath quickens as she feels him respond to her touch; she knows he's imagining all the possibilities that their new wealth has brought them. "What do you think, my dear Misha?" She whispers against his skin. "What would you like to do with it all?"