Expecting a verbal lashing, I’m surprised when his rough hands grab my head and pull me towards him.  My gasp works in his favor, and in just seconds, we’re tearing the clothes from each other’s bodies.  Our anger fuels the desire—the craving for each other.  Our teeth clash as we fight for dominance with our lips.  His hands finish pulling my shorts from my body and then lift my hands from his belt before bringing them behind my back.  In one second, I go from battling for control to giving it up completely.

With his large hand holding my wrists together behind my back, he pulls back for a second to look me in the eyes.  His anger hasn’t dissipated in the least.  His eyes are pitch black and his skin is even more flushed than it was before.  My handprint still bright against his cheek reminds me just what set this in motion.

“I hate you,” I snap, for the first time wishing that I were capable of even an ounce of hate.  Then it would be so much easier to move on.

He lets my wrists go, but my freedom is short-lived.  He grabs me around the waist and flips my position.  My bare chest hits the cold, unbending counter.  My panties are ripped from my body in one swift snap.  Then he reaches back up with his hands and grabs my arms, pulling until he has my wrists once again hostage at the small of my back.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“I hate you,” I parrot weakly.

The smack of his palm against my ass takes me by surprise.  Not because of the pain—it does hurt in an oddly pleasurable way—but because I never thought he would really spank me.

“Give me the words, Emersyn.”

I hardly recognize his voice at this point.  I’m so turned on that my head is spinning.  I can feel my wetness running down my thighs.

Apparently, I didn’t speak quickly enough, because his palm comes back down lower on my ass.  The shot of pleasure that zips from that one heated mark goes straight to my core and I’m convinced that one more of those strong smacks and I’ll come on the spot.

“Give.  Me.  The.  Words.”  He drives each word home with another smaller smack, each time making sure he doesn’t hit the same spot twice.

“I want to hate you,” I whisper.  At this point, I’m not sure why I’m egging him on.

“You fucking love me, woman!” he bellows.

Then he brings his hand down, this time harder than each of the previous times.  He doesn’t even pause before rolling his hand over the offended skin and plunging two fingers deep within my waiting body.

“Oh, God!” I cry.

My walls clamp down instantly and my whole body shakes with the power behind my impending orgasm.  My muscles are seizing, coiling tight, and preparing for the force that will flood my system soon.  I’m right there, standing on the ledge and ready to jump…and then he pulls his fingers from my body.

“What the hell!” I screech.

“Shut up!” he thunders.

“Don’t tell me to shut up!” I shout back, working to free my arms from his unbreakable hold.  “Let me go, asshole.”  I want to cry at the loss of what promised to be such an all-consuming release.

When he shifts, I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.

“Condom!” I yell through the hunger I feel towards this man.

“Shut up,” he pants.

“Don’t tell me—”

My words are cut off when he pushes himself roughly into my body.  I yelp out when I feel him bottom out, and as he rolls his hips, I feel every single one of his delicious piercings.

Everything else around us falls to the wayside.  He takes my body forcefully and I take everything he’s giving me just as hard, meeting him thrust for thrust.  My hands itch to break free, to try to take the control he so clearly desires in this moment.

“Give me the words, Em.”  His grunted command breaks through the silence that only our harsh breaths were filling just moments before.

“Fuck you!” I shout when he slams into my body.

“You are,” he laughs.

If I weren’t so close to flying into a million pieces, I might find it insulting that he’s laughing at me.  At the moment, though, the only thing I can think about is every inch of his cock buried deep within my body.

“Now, Emersyn.”

I smile to myself, knowing that he can’t see my face, and refuse to give him the words he wants.  I screech when his palm connects with my ass again, my wetness coating his cock and my orgasm just within reach.