Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
‘No I’m not,’ she thought, but the words never made it out of her mouth, because Vex was kissing her painfully hard, taking and taking and giving no quarter whatsoever. She refused to give in right away; she wanted him to force her, to take while she resisted. Accordingly, she twisted her wrists, looking for the weak points to break free.Vex smirked against Summer’s lips as he continued the rough pattern of kisses, not wanting her to breathe, not wanting her to think, just wanting to have every bit of her attention. He wanted her to be afraid of him, wanted to make her give in and wipe that cocky look in her eyes away. He could sense the struggle against his hands, which only made him hold her wrists tighter. Finally, he pulled back from the kisses momentarily to speak, “Tryin’ to get a’ay, Crumpet?”
She panted, “Yes,” twisting at his grip again. The sense of his will, of his need to break her, brought a twisted smile to her mouth, faintly bruised by his kisses. “You can’t tame me,” Summer dared, “come on, Vex.” She laughed, a little crazily. “You /still/ think I’m sweet and innocent and unspoiled.”