He pressed his lips against her neck roughly, teeth grazing at her skin as one hand unzipped her jeans, his fingers moving teasingly against the skin of her lower stomach. His other hand held her firmly in place. She was really enjoying this, and Malcolm couldn't care about how fucking wrong it was, not when he was getting such a wonderful reaction from her.
"Please?" he repeated, scoffing at her begging. "Is that it? Please," he mocked, verging on really quite cruel.
"What is it you want?" he hissed against her ear. His fingers slipped down, pushing past the waistband of her boxers. "Is this what you want?" he asked, accusingly, moving his fingers against her.