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.”
The Mesmer met her eyes and found himself unable to hold back a less-than-sane laugh at her words. The challenge was all it took to rev up the last bit of his impatient-personality; stepping forward a step, he closed the distance between them and found himself grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, glaring down into her eyes. His own seemed to burn with an odd kind of dominance that Vex usually didn’t feel. “Don’t test me, Summer,” he warned.
She shivered under his hand. Choking wasn’t normally her thing, but apparently there was going to be an exception in Vex’s case. “I want to test you,” she said, voice going a bit breathy, “I want to push you until you push back, until you force me into my place.”
Vex smirked at the woman, feeling a dark stir of pleasure from the breathy tone of her voice as she looked up at him. He could tell by the emotion in her eyes that she wasn’t used to the choking aspect, but it was a part of the Mesmer’s methods, and so he didn’t care. Pushing her to the nearest wall and releasing her collar, he grabbed her hands and held them in place. “You are going to regret that little decision, m’dear,” he told her with a sadistic chuckle, crushing his lips harshly to hers.
‘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.