“So, she wants to fuck, but she also wants to fight, huh?” he growls, gazing at me wolfishly, a smirk moving across his face. “If you want angry sex, baby, all you need to do is ask … I’m all yours.” He moves down, nibbling my neck, aware that I can’t fight him off. 

All I can do is glare at him.  

Do I want him to have sex with me while feeling this way? Yes. The desire building within me threatens to explode if he doesn’t take me like he can’t control it. ...