I told him to stop, but he didn't listen. What choice did I have?
He doesn't deserve to complain when I shove him off of me and onto the floor. He doesn't deserve to complain when my boot collides with his ribcage, forcing out a pained gasp. He had to have known this would happen if he tried anything.
He grins when I hurt him. He hisses through gritted teeth and it only makes me want to hurt him more. He tries to pull himself up a few times only to get kicked back down on his stomach.
He's enjoying this too much and it's pissing me off. How does one manage to sound like a whore when getting kicked in the ribs? And he thought he had any right to touch me like that.
Writhing on the floor, he's laughing as I leave bruises on his body. He smiles up at me with something like desire and I pin him to the floor before I can stop myself. He's making a sound now as I grab him, digging my fingers into his hips. I think he's telling me to stop. Why does he think I'd listen?