He knew what she was doing, and he knew what she wanted. He also knew that he was furious with her and that he ought to leave her right then. But she just had to play his ego card. Draco glared at her back, piercing her with his stare. He hated her so much, and yet at the same time he couldn't leave her. She was helping him push away the demons that haunted him, no matter how sick and twisted their bond was. It was addictive, too.
Draco came up behind her and grabbed her by the hips, bringing her back against him. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder. He gripped her hips with a bruising force and walked her to the edge of the bed, then shoved her down onto it. Draco crawled up over her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to be eye level with him. "Let me remind you, then," he snapped, then dropped her back down.
Flipping her over onto her back, he rolled her tank top up her torso and over her shoulders, but did not remove it. He used it as a gag over her mouth. With little effort, he tore the thin fabric of her panties and ripped them off of her. His own undergarment had gotten lost in the shuffle at some point. Draco grabbed her by the thighs and brought them up over his shoulders, lifting her off the bed a little. With a feral growl, he took her, and did indeed remind her why she found him worth her precious time.