“Do you get bigger muscles and turn green?” she asked.

“Nice.”

“I wasn’t raised like this, Evan!  In my house, you didn’t threaten people when you were angry, and you didn’t lie.  And you certainly didn’t kill people for money!”

“You wanted to know!” I slammed the glass down onto the windowsill and then shouted at her as I moved toward the bed.  “You wanted to know what all this shit was about.  I didn’t want to fucking tell you, and I told you once it was out, I couldn’t take it back, but you still wanted to know!”

“Knowing doesn’t mean I’m okay with it!” she yelled back.  “It definitely doesn’t mean I’m going to participate in any of it!”

I took another step forward, and Lia pushed herself backwards with her hands and the heels of her feet until she reached the center of the bed.  I didn’t know exactly what she meant by not participating, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the details.  I just knew that if she kept talking, I was going to get really pissed off, and I had to get her to stop.

“You need to cut it out,” I told her.  My knees bumped up against the bed.  “Just drop it.”

“No,” she said firmly.  “I’m not going back to doing whatever the hell my boyfriend tells me to do.  I’ve lived that life—not anymore.”

I couldn’t take it anymore.  In frustration, I moved forward, grabbed both her wrists in my hands, and held them up above her head as I pushed her into the mattress.  Tossing one leg over her torso, I straddled her and leaned in close, which caused the towel around my waist to fall off to the side of the bed.

“You are pissing me off,” I growled.

“So what are you going to do about it?”  Lia’s jaw was set and her eyes tight—almost daring me.  I wasn’t sure exactly what she was daring me to do, but the feeling was still there.

“I don’t know yet.  I’m not used to this shit.”

“What ‘shit’?”

“Having someone around who is questioning what I do or say.”

“Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you need it,” Lia said.  She tilted her head to one side a bit and twisted her hands.  I didn’t release her wrists—I tightened my grip a little instead.

Having her lying there beneath me—even though she was clothed—was getting me obviously hard.  I watched Lia’s eyes glance down and dilate slightly at the sight of my cock lying on her stomach and growing by the second.

I pulled her wrists together and gathered them in one hand before reaching down and taking my cock with the other hand.  I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked it a couple of times.

“Maybe you need to keep your mouth shut,” I suggested as an alternative.  “Maybe I need to give you something to fill it up for a while.”

Her eyes narrowed again.

“You think I’m really in the mood right now?”

“I think you’re usually in the mood for my cock, yes.”

“I’m mad at you,” she reminded me.  She twisted her hips a bit but stopped as I tightened my thighs against her body.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” I informed her.

“What?  Am I your prisoner now?”

The images I had of her restrained in my bed entered my head again, and they were accompanied by thoughts of me holding her legs up against her chest as I fucked her.  However, as I looked down her body and then up to her face, I could see she wasn’t sharing my fantasy at the moment.  Her eyes went from flashing anger to somewhat fearful as she looked away from me.

It pissed me off.

“I don’t like this,” I fumed at her.

“Don’t like what?”

“Arguing with you.”

Lia’s eyes narrowed at me.

“So stop it,” she suggested, “and be reasonable.”

“I don’t want to be reasonable.”

“Well, what do you want then?” she snapped back.

I let go of my cock long enough to use that hand to unbutton Lia’s blouse and pull it open.  Her bra hooked in the back, so I reached inside the cups and pulled her tits out where I could see them.  I glanced back at her and saw her lip sucked into her mouth and her throat bob up and down.  Her eyes were wary.

“You afraid of me now?” I asked.

“A little,” she admitted.

“I told you I would never hurt you.”

“What exactly are you doing now?”

“Are you in pain?” I asked.  I already knew the answer was no.  I wasn’t holding onto her tightly—just firmly so she couldn’t move.  She was barely struggling underneath me, which was actually serving to turn me on even more.

Lia shook her head.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.  “I do want to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, though.”

There it was—the slight parting of her lips, the rush of blood to her face, and the increase in her breath as her eyes darkened.  The fear and hesitation were quickly replaced by additional quick glances at my cock and the sight of her tongue reaching out to moisten her lips.

I didn’t ask her if she wanted it.  I didn’t need the confirmation.  I only needed her to lift her hips a little so I could drag her shorts down her legs, which she did without much prompting.  Her panties were still around her knees, and her bra and shirt were still partially on, but it was enough for my tastes.  I ran my hand up her body, pinched her nipples slightly, and then ran the back of my hand up her neck.

I took two fingers and pressed them against her lips until she parted them. I slid them inside her mouth.

“Suck.”

She complied, and the feeling of her tongue over my fingers made me realize I’d never had my dick in her mouth.  I only half considered straddling her face and fucking her mouth, but I knew I was still angry and pounding her pussy was a much better option.

I pulled my wet fingers out of her mouth and then reached down to run them over her pussy lips.  One of them found her entrance, invaded it, and was quickly joined by the second one.  I decided she was as ready as she needed to be, pulled my fingers out of her, grabbed my dick by the base, and lined it up.

In one quick movement, I was deep inside of her.

Lia jumped and cried out with every thrust as I slammed into her—quick, hard, mercilessly.  I gripped her wrists in both hands as I leaned over her, my heart pounding in my chest and my breaths coming in rapid gasps.  Sweat quickly collected over my skin, but I didn’t slow down—I just fucked her harder.

Her body rocked beneath me, causing her tits to shake and bob deliciously, but I could only feel where we were connected.  Her body hugged my dick, stroked my shaft, and gripped down on me as she pushed her panties the rest of the way off and wrapped her legs around my waist.  She cried out again with a shudder.

With a long, loud grunt, I emptied into her but didn’t stop pounding my cock into her body until I had completely finished coming in her.  Even then, I stroked my softening dick in her a few times as the muscles in my arms began to shake.

A bead of sweat trickled from the back of my neck and dropped onto her skin, right above her heart.  I watched it travel over her flesh and down the side of her body, leaving a wet trail behind it as her chest rose and fell.

I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and didn’t want to crush her, so I rolled to the side and collapsed against the mattress with Lia next to me.  I kept my arms around her and held her to my chest as I continued to gasp for air.  Lia’s fingers wrapped around my upper arm, but I didn’t look at her.

I felt shredded inside of myself—like someone had literally gone into my guts with a set of knives and rotated them around for a while—and I didn’t understand why.  It was nauseating and suffocating.  I didn’t know what to do to make it stop.

“Wow,” Lia sighed.  “That was like the fight and the make-up sex all rolled into one.”

I couldn’t find the humor at the moment and pushed away from her without speaking. I jumped out of the bed and crossed the room.

“What’s wrong?” Lia called out.

I glanced over my shoulder to see her sitting in the center of the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chest, and I wondered why chicks did that.  I’d just been inside of her, and now she was shielding her tits.  What sense did that make?

“I just need a drink of water,” I said as I opened the bedroom door.  “You want anything?”

“No, I’m fine.”  She looked like she was about to say something else, but I left before she had the chance.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk.

Out in the kitchen, I poured myself some water from one of those filtration pitchers.  I’d never used one before, but Lia had it with her stuff. The water felt cold on the back of my throat as I drank it down and then quickly poured another one.  As I put the glass down, I glanced toward the balcony doors.

There was someone out there.

Instinct took over.  I dropped to the ground and rolled backwards to put the kitchen island between me and the glass door.  I was completely naked, and the closest gun was in the closet by the door.  I could make it, but if whoever was out there was going to shoot, I wouldn’t have much cover.

I decided to make a run for it, crashed into the closet, and knocked over a little decorative table next to the front door in the process.  Fighting hard against the panic growing inside of me, I ripped open the closet door and grabbed my Beretta.  I hadn’t heard any shots yet, but I still dived back behind the couch as quickly as I could.

I checked the magazine, clicked it into place, and wrapped my hand around the grip.  I positioned myself at the edge of the couch and was about to turn and start firing when I heard movement inside.

“Evan?”

“Get back in the bedroom!” I screamed at Lia as she appeared in the doorway.