Why Should I worry?

"See, that didn't tell me what your way was."

Eli was finding this man to be all too amusing. Trying to convince her to do things. Like she was some rational creature. Ha!

She ran her hands down his chest to his waist before slipping them under his shirt. For a moment, she was content with stroking him and feeling him up, then she'd drag her nails down his torso.

Eliana...hadn't expected that. It was a hand enough slap that the sound alone was painful.

She held her cheek, somewhat doubled over.

"Holy fuck." She looked up at him and blinked. Okay, her attention was caught. Play time was over, she guessed.

"I was being nice that time!"

Eliana was quick to kiss him back. Apparently, this fucker backhanded people.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, jumped, and encircled her legs around his waist. She ground herself against his body, though, this was made harder by her position.

Her hands would tangle in his hair, yanking hard, possibly hard enough to pull his head back.

Eliana would attempt to backhand Eden in the way he'd done to her when she'd clawed him. Yes, she was still pissed about that.

She shifted, so she was straddling him more comfortably and continued grinding against the rough material of his pants. Grinding, one of the best things to do ever.

One hand kept in his hair, trying to keep his head held back.

"I like the way this is turning out. I'm kind of making you my bitch, huh?"

The metal cut her cheek open, and again, Eli grabbed her face. This time, she came away with blood.

"You're a real fucker, you know that?" she asked as she stopped moving, wiping at the blood on her face.