He snickered against her neck. "It's not about what you want, Heather," he told her. He pulled his head back and buried his face into her hair, slowly inhaling, taking in the smell of the woman that he had been inside of only a few nights prior. He wanted it again. And he knew that, somewhere deep down, she wanted it too.
"You really don't want me to get angry," he told her, mouth back at her ear again, "so this is the only warning that you're gonna get. Cooperate with me. Otherwise it's not going to get pretty at all."