A man slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the drywall. Relieving the memory of the girl so often in his thoughts was nowhere near as satisfying as repeating it.
It was clear he wanted her.
Badly.
He wanted to fuck her, ignore her and then fuck her again later when he was bored. That's all she was good for, and her too-innocent looks seemed to confirm it. She wanted it, you could tell by the dark look in her eyes, the tight clothes on her body and those damn fingernails.
Red ones, goddamnit! Fucking Carmine talons that scratched him when he was giving her exactly what she was asking for. And she was asking for it, showing her breasts and legs in those shirts and miniskirts like some whore. He didn't mind taking what he knew she wanted to give him. She'd put up a fight, telling him not to but in saying that she'd forgotten one very important thing about Diamond Dagger.
With him, no always becomes yes.