SEVEN
Holding Bae down on the bed as she squirmed and bucked, her chest heaving as she strained, had started turning Rob on, but having her question his manhood? That shit wasn't going to fly. She wanted it, he could see it in her eyes, and she was daring him to try to tame her.
She'd been nothing but a bitch this entire trip... bitching, defying him, and questioning his judgement at every turn, and he was sick of it. No wonder that blonde marshal back in L.A. wanted to shoot her ass. He was about ready to do the same. He'd thought they'd come to an understanding after last night, but then she did something stupid like going outside while he was in the shower. He hadn't seen her note, but even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered. He'd cracked the door to let some of the steam out, and immediately realized the room was too quiet. He'd peeked out to find her gone, and that had scared the shit out of him. He'd jerked on his pants and burst outside, only to see her ambling along in front of the rooms like she didn't have a care in the world.
He'd hauled her ass back into the room for safety, and then she had the balls to attack him for trying to protect her? She thought she could take him on? He'd batted her attempts away like they were nothing, but she never gave up. Even now she stared at him in defiance. His blood roared. She didn't think he could handle her? He'd fucking show her how he could handle her. He kissed her hard, without tenderness, without love, with only lust and need. She kissed him the same way in return before biting his bottom lip.
"Ah, shit!" he snarled while jerking back.
"Come on, you pussy! You can't take it? Show me what you've got!"
He released her hands and ripped her shirt over her head. She wanted it rough? He'd give it to her rough. He violently pulled a breast free from her bra and took it into his mouth, flicking the hardening nipple viciously with his tongue.
"Fuck! Shit!" she snarled as she reached into his pants and squeezed his cock.
He cried out, her grip painful as she twisted and jerked on his manhood. He bit her nipple, not too hard, but not gently either, causing her to gasp, her head pressing back into the bed as she thrust her chest skyward while placing a hand on the back of his head to pull his lips tighter to her breast. He battered the nipple again before attacking her throat with his lips as she roughly stroked him.
"Ah, fuck! You bitch!" he snarled, tearing her hand from his cock when she got too rough. He captured her other hand, crossed her wrists, and using one hand, pinned them together above her head.
She grunted and strained, trying to free her hands. "Let go of me, you fucking asshole!"
"When you stop being a bitch!"
"I fucking hate you!" she snarled.
"Like I give a shit," he growled before kissing her savagely, their tongues slashing and probing in a duel of their own. He allowed her to pull a hand free as he mauled her breast, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb to cause her to hiss as she opened his pants and again gripped his cock in a tight fist. He grunted and began thrusting at her hand to smear his slickness along his shaft. He was blinded by his lust and was almost out of control.
He broke from the kiss, opened her pants, and ripped them, her panties, and her shoes from her before throwing the bundle onto the floor. He rolled to the floor and stood, shoving his pants to the floor as she removed her bra. She was stunningly beautiful in all her womanly glory, despite the hardness of her expression and her challenging sneer. Lithe, delicate, and incredibly sexy, her body and face were the stuff men dreamed of.
He returned to the bed and stood on his knees before grabbing her ankles and began trying to force her legs open as she kicked at him, her teeth bared in defiance. She was surprisingly strong, and he strained against her legs, grunting in effort, their muscles bulging and twisting as she struggled to keep her legs closed to prevent him from fuc--
What the fuck are you doing?
his mind raged.
This is wrong! You can't do this!
He paused, breathing hard, her ankles still gripped in his hands. What he was doing broke every rule in the book, not to mention he was all but raping this woman.
She stopped kicking and glared at him. "Do it!" she snarled.
He didn't move, the war raging within him freezing him in position.
You have to stop! This is so wrong! You're better than this!
his mind screamed.
"Do it!" she urged again, her voice harsh and challenging. "Come on, you piece of shit! Show me you're not some limp-dicked motherfucker who gets off on power games! Prove you're a man. Show me you're man enough to protect me."
Fuck it!
he decided. She pissed him off like no woman ever had. He was going to prove to her he was man. He was going to fucking prove it to her until she couldn't fucking walk. He started forcing her legs open a second time, causing her to begin kicking and struggling again, their grunts and growls as they strained against each other filling the room. He'd given her a chance to call it off, but instead of backing away or disengaging, she'd egged him on. He could tell she was getting off on their erotic wrestling and was testing him. He wasn't going to fail.
He pried her legs open as she fought him, slapping at him, kicking at his chest, and trying to twist away, making him work for his prize, but not actually hurting him. He got her legs open and forced them around his waist before holding her by her hips to prevent her from squirming away again.
"Come on, you bastard! You want to fight? I'll give you a fight! I'll fight that fucking cock! Ahh...
shit
!" she wailed as he lunged into her with a single vicious thrust. "Your cock is so...
