"Fuck you, Jared. I hope you rot." I grated through gritted teeth. My eyes sparking up into his blue ones

"Careful what you wish for, Mida. For if I rot it just might be in you." There was acid in his tone as he burrowed deep and came in my slick body.

I writhed away in disgust.

"Where exactly the fuck do you think you're going?" He snarled.

"I'm done with your games."

"You don't get it Mida." He froze. Blue eyes icy. "My games have only just begun."

"Get out of my apartment." I hissed. Face upturned to his vehemently. "And out of me, forever."

He scoffed. Square white teeth revealing in a wolfish smile. "Just the opposite actually."

Before I could decide what he meant, he jerked out of me and caught me by the waist. Hoisting me out of the shower and turning with me. Tearing down about half the curtain with my body, while I flailed in his grip.

Trying to pry his fingers free, I dug at his grip.

He expertly shifted me side to side to keep any of my kicks from hitting home. Holding me at arm’s length with my arms pinned to my side.

"I'm serious, Jared! I've had enough. I'll scream my bloody head off. I'll wake the neighborhood and have every cop on the block waiting outside to drag your ass back to CORE."

"Oh will you?" He tossed me roughly over his shoulder to pin my knees to his shoulder.

"Good luck with that." He swatted my bare ass. Hard. Making my cheeks jiggle and heat.

Damn him! I was furious. I drove a rapid concessions into his back.

Like a machine he powered through the pain, ignoring me. As he strode through the bathroom and out into the hall. Leaving wet footprints in the carpet.

Tracks the cops could track.

Let the son-of-a-bitch leave his DNA all over me.

"I intend to." He muttered. "But cops aren't going to care."

"The fuck they won't." I snapped. "Your intimidations don't work on me."

"Oh, I haven't even begun to intimidate you, Mida. You'll know when I do."

He flung me up over his shoulder and I bounced on my bed. Scampering up it to escape him. He laughed coldly. Lurching forward to snatch my ankles and drag me back down to him. Tossing my legs open and pouncing atop me.

I tried to snap my legs closed around him but it was too late. They merely pinched around his thighs. I punched but he swung up a hand and batted it aside. Sliding his knees under my thighs to draw him closer to my center again.

My every movement drew him further toward his goal.

I punched again. Forgetting all my careful strategies.

He swept that one aside the opposite way, with a chiding expression. "You can do better than that, Arimida. Where's the precision woman I knew?"

"She wasn't being attacked by a former lover!" I was twisting, trying to writhe out from under him.

"Former?" He lifted a dark brow. Tossing curling hair back from his forehead.

"Seems like I was just inside you moments ago..." He murmured thoughtfully as if trying to remember.

"You're not goddamn funny."

"No." He acknowledged. "I'm not. Neither is this."

He lifted my hips and curved them down to slam me down on his hard prick. Already excited from wrestling me down onto my down bed, he was rock hard.

White hot pain flared through me. I was still raw from his last ravishing.

He'd been plenty rough then.

And he seemed more intent on being so now. His cock was swelling inside me. Straining every wall to the point I feared I'd tear.

"I can feel you everywhere." He pressed a bit deeper. Arcing his hips up into me. Pulsing rhythmically into me. "Fuck you feel good, Mida. I could take you all day and all night."

Fear coursed through me because I knew it was true. I remembered his drive being relentless.

Countless times I'd made excuses of prescheduled events to escape his hunger. Despite the pleasure and intensity of his lovemaking, he seemed to never wear down. When I began to get sore I'd often found ways to escape him.

"Good luck doing so now." He said bitterly.