Lincoln watched as she tugged at her lower lip. The fullness of her lips had not been apparent before. Actually the fact that she was a woman had not been apparent before. Her beauty, her sex appeal had gone unnoticed. For to Lincoln she was Company, which meant she was the enemy, nothing more, nothing less.
But now he noticed. She was beautiful. But she was cold, unfeeling, unlike Veronica who was probably killed by someone who had the same coldness in the eyes as Jane did. He pulled his hand back from the door knob.
"Get away from the door!" he growled.
She looked down, her eyes combed his massive chest. Then she smiled, looking back up at him. "No." she said with an eeriness he found unsettling.
He slammed her body hard against the wall, his hands firmly gripped on her shoulders. "I don't know what game you're playing here. But I don't like it."
"I don't play games Lincoln."
Their eyes dueled. Men had folded under his strength, from the ferocity in his eyes and yet she remained unruffled.
Doesn't she know I could overpower her?
"I'm outta here" he reached for the door and Jane used a martial arts move, using her forearm she banged his arm upward forcing his hand upward and off the door knob.
"You're crazy!" he said.
"If I have to beat you up to keep you safe, then so be it."
He laughed as he studied her frame which was much smaller than his. "You don't want to battle me lady," he said sounding amused.
"You're not leaving this house," her voice stern.
His expression turned serous. "The hell I'm not!" He lunged for the door. But she laid a hard hit to his jaw with the bottom of her wrist. He rubbed his jaw. What the fuck?
He went to push her and she blocked both of his arms, pushing them outward, then kicked his abdomen throwing him backwards. She moved toward him and he glared at her. It's on Bitch? He threw his jacket off and flung it to the floor. Seeing this, she grinned and removed her jacket as well.
He went after her wanting to slam her against the wall again, but she blocked his arms, pushing them outward as she had just done. But he was prepared for this move and head butted her on the top of her head, sending her falling to the ground. He grinned as she sat there. Her long blonde hair disheveled across her face. He went to move past her and she tripped him hard, cutting his legs out from under him. He fell to the ground and she jumped on top of him. Her hair draped across his face. The cold glimmer that had once lived in her eyes turned to a fiery passion he had not seen from her or knew existed inside that cold steely demeanor.
She straddled herself across his body, her warmth planted on his manliness and he could feel himself getting aroused. It had been over three years since he felt the feeling of a woman on his body. His penis growing harder, throbbing against his jeans.
Then she did something he hadn't expected. Jane head butted Lincoln on his mouth, splitting his lip just like he had done to her earlier. Blood started to ooze from his mouth and he wiped it off. And she grinned with satisfaction, is if she had been awaiting payback.
Lincoln slapped her across the face and she fell sideways off his body, he immediately rolled on top of her, his body between her thighs, his hard throbbing penis pressed against her warmth. He looked down at her bruised face, the blood from his lip dripped on her cheek.
"Get off me!" she yelled. No doubt angry from losing the upper hand.
"No!" he said, smiling, loving seeing her squirm as she lost control of the situation.
She flailed underneath him, her hair slashing across his face, while his arms pinned her down. She lifted her legs toward his abdomen and squeezed tight, sucking the air out of him. He fought to break free and she squeezed tighter. Her expression turned from a rat in a cage, to that of a ferocious lioness. She punched him in the face and he grew angry.
He punched her hard in the gut and he could feel her grip on his body soften as she let out grunt, her red face scrunched in pain. He punched her again in the same spot and she released her grip on him. Lincoln moved to get off her but she pushed him backwards and straddled him once more. He grunted at the hard pounding of her body as she sat on his penis, it ached and throbbed underneath her, with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He could see the fire in her eyes, the anger in her squints. She ripped his shirt open, his buttons flying in the air. Then she pounded his chest with the bottom of her fists. Each punch hard and deliberate, trying to inflict pain. Her disheveled hair flung about as she ferociously attacked him. He pushed her hard and as she fell backward he gripped her blouse which ripped off her body, leaving her with nothing but her black lace bra.
He jumped on top of her and grabbed her calves pushing them back along side her body. She was agile and her legs easily sat along her sides stretched out above her head. Using his strong arms he pinned her legs down, gripping her ankles, pulling them tight to her head, keeping her from getting the advantage and squeezing his abdomen once again.
"Get off me!" she yelled. Her breasts heaved in his face, her breaths deep and fast as were his.
"I said, Get off me!!!," she yelled.
"You really DO like to be on top," he said smugly.
"Let me go!"
"You started this game. All you had to do was let me leave."
"You're NEVER leaving this place!" she yelled, her emotions out of control.
He laughed. "And how long did you plan on keeping me hostage lady. FOREVER!!!"
His condescending attitude made her even more furious. She smacked him across the face and he just looked at her as if to say You didn't hurt me one bit. She slapped him again and again. Then punched him. But he remained steadfast, still using his hands to pin her legs down. His manhood pressed between the heat of her legs. Taking each hit, each punch without a flinch.
"It's gonna take more than that to free you sweetie," he said grinning.
She let out a loud noise, screaming in frustration. She pounded his chest and he leaned down pressing his chest against hers, not giving her room to hit him any more. She laid back in exhaustion and Lincoln could see that the gash on her lip had opened and more blood started to flow. Then he remembered his own gash. He licked his lip, tasting the blood that flowed from his own cut. Both were breathing heavily, their faces inches from each other and a drop of his blood fell onto her upper lip and flowed down toward her cheek.
Their eyes locked for a moment. Unsaid desires skirted between them as their faces inched closer. Then she aggressively grabbed his face and pulled his mouth down upon hers.
