Pouting slightly she recovered the bag, unable to do anything with it at the time. She almost screamed as he picked her up but kept it in "I'm not scared of you." Her voice was seductive and daring. She ground hard back against him, riding him. Reaching out she lifted his shirt over his head and ran her nails ever so carefully down his back. "I can help you with that." She bit hard onto his shoulder her arousal becoming more noticed. "I hope you can keep up." She was instigating him, figuring him out. I will have him, I need him. She didn't care he was taken she needed him to be her monster, she wanted to be his drug of choice.