Hatred is Such A Strong Word
He pushed her roughly against the wall of the console room, her back slamming hard against it, arousal masking her pain as the mere thought of him dominating her sent a burning to the pit of her stomach.
"I hate you so much!" He snarled, pinning her against the wall.
"Oh Sweetie, it really doesn't feel like you do." She rubs against the growing bulge in his trousers, the friction causing a quiet moan to escape his lips.
"Just because I want to fuck you doesn't mean I hate you any less!"
"You just keep telling yourself that, sweetie." She smirks and begins unbuttoning his trousers for him before her wrists are pinned above her head in a flurry of movement.
He uses his free hand to yank down his pants and trousers.
"Go on, sweetie. Fuck me. I know you want to."
Without warning he thrusts deep inside her, catching her off guard and making her moan loudly.
She smiles to herself as he pounds into her, always knowing how to get what she wanted off him.