Summoning every ounce of energy she had, she pushed at the solid wall of his chest, forcing herself to twist away from his searching lips. Her head ached so badly that she couldn't allow herself to analyze why she suddenly wanted so badly to feel his lips on hers. Even in her weakened state, she knew that such a desire was illogical. Quickly she spun away from him, pressing herself back against him so that he couldn't try again to kiss her.
"So now that I don't have a gun pointed at you, you don't want me to kiss you?" He laughed bitterly, feeling the sting of her rejection softened by how sweetly she melted against him.
"I just vomited up everything I've eaten this week..." she sighed, trying to buy herself more time. She just needed a few moments to try to collect her thoughts. "I'm tired. I'm in pain. I feel dirty. I don't want it to be like this." She sighed softly.
"It didn't seem to bother you a bit ago when you were asking me to kiss you. I guess it's a little different now that you've seen my scarred up face." he frowned.
"Please just let me take a shower and brush my teeth." she pleaded quietly. "The shower will probably help my head ache." she negotiated.
"Fine." he sighed, moving away from her so quickly that she nearly lost her balance. "But if you try any thing..." he started but was cut short by her voice.
"I won't." she assured him. "I promise." She breathed before moving slowly about the room to grab up her bag and purse before disappearing into the small bathroom.
She made quick work of brushing her teeth in front of the vanity. She didn't want to study her pale reflection in the mirror but she found herself unable to look away. She wanted to scream in horror as a deep blush crept to her cheeks due to thoughts of how she'd allowed a complete stranger to touch her. Far worse was the unabashed smile that followed.
"Damn it." she sighed, before rinsing the sweet paste from her mouth and turning to start the shower. Once the temperature was set to her desire, she turned her attention to digging through her purse. Though the pain in her head had dulled tremendously, she knew that she would need the prescription that she kept in her purse to completely rid herself of the nuisance.
"You aren't going to find it." Came the gruff sound of his annoyed voice. She'd not even realized that he'd quietly slipped open the bathroom door.
"What?" she questioned curiously, yelping in surprise and pain as he caught her elbow roughly and dragged her from the bathroom. "What the fuck?" she cried out in pain and confusion as he threw her roughly onto the bed.
"You promised me." he growled, standing over her cowering body like a giant.
"What did I do?" She questioned hurtly, annoyed by the tears that began to fill her bloodshot eyes.
"Did you really think I was going to be stupid enough to leave your fucking phone in your purse?" he bit, showing her the small sleek cell phone that she'd actually forgotten she had. She jumped in surprise as he flung the flimsy electronic device hard against the wall.
"What?" She breathed, trying to figure out why he'd flown into a violent rage again. Her breath fled her lungs as his solid body covered hers callously. She winced in pain as he caught both of her wrists and penned them above her head easily with one of his massive hands.
"You were looking for your phone after you promised me you weren't going to try anything." he bit, staring down into her confused tear dampened face coldly.
"God you're making me nuts." she sighed relaxing beneath him, refusing to react even when he wrapped his fingers around her throat.
"What? No trying to lie your way out of this?" he questioned confused by her sudden calm.
"Would you believe anything I have to say right now?" she gasped, forcing herself to remain still as his fingers began to apply pressure to her neck.
"Not really." He shook his head no, confirming her assumption. His hands moved determinedly from her neck up her arm to catch her wrist and separate her arms, spreading the wide above her head.
"Let me go." she demanded, struggling and squirming futility beneath him and against his hold on her arms. "Now."
"No ma'am." he growled, feeling himself growing hard from her body wiggling so violently against his. "You're going to give me what I came here for or I'm going to take it. The choice is yours." he warned.
"I'm not giving you a fucking thing." she yelled, angered by his unfair accusations.
"Have it your way." he frowned, releasing her arms. As she pummeled and clawed at his chest and arms, he made quick work of raising her slip and freeing his hard throbbing shaft. None to gently, he forced her knees apart and settled himself between her thighs.
"Noooo..." she screamed, raking her nails hard across his face as he buried himself inside her moist feminine folds.
"I told you. You're mine now." he breathed, ignoring the pain in his cheek to once again catch her wrists to hold them immobile against his chest.
"Bastard." she cried pitifully, feeling as though he was splitting her in half with each of his strong hard thrusts into her tight body.
"It shouldn't have been like this." he bit, filling her body with his thick hot seed, though he found no joy in the act.
"You sick fucking animal." she bit woundedly, as he collapsed spent atop of her used exhausted body, not caring anymore if she injured his feeling or triggered his anger. "I fucking hate you." she frowned, trying to bite back the wave of defeated tears that filled her eyes. "Get off of me."
"In a minute." he breathed, forcing her arms around his waist as he moved his arms to pillow her head gently. "Just hold me for a second." he said in a low apologetic voice.
"Hold you hell. Get off of me." she pleaded, forcing her hands between them to push roughly against his hard chest.
