This was going to be fucking terrible when it was all over, this was going to raise so many questions, and this was so unfair on him. Just because she had some fucked up desire to be used, to be treated like shit didn't mean she could try and make it happen. And what would he think of her? He was in love with the woman she normally was, wasn't he? Strong and stubborn, and liable to push him up against hard surfaces and take full advantage of his wonderful body. But right now she really couldn't think about that. She couldn't think about anything other than how incredibly hot she felt, even in the cold air of the room.
She looked at him with wide eyes when he grabbed her and made her face him. God why was she so turned on? Why was him manhandling her so fucking arousing? She opened her mouth, not no words came out. She couldn't even apologise, she couldn't speak at all.
This was happening, it was actually happening, and either he could read her mind or they really were scarily alike. She moved all too easily with him, because he was right, she could deny it all she wanted but all he'd have to do was touch her to know it was a lie. Her body was completely betraying her desire, it was written all over her. Again all she could do was look at him, mouth agape. She wanted to kiss him so much, partly to shut him up, and partly because well he was sexy right now she could barely contain herself. "Malcolm, please," she all but whimpered. "Please." Oh god she was begging now. She was fucking begging!