Thread: Catch fire and Explode! (Jack Stalker and Defiant.Anjeru)

Kirsten dropped her purse as the man hefted her up off the couch and, in a manner indignant to her, tossed her rather unceremoniously over his shoulder, like a prize it was apparent that he thought of her as exactly that, a prize to be taken, kept and used for whatever he demanded. As much as it turned her on, she couldn't help but feel a little chill of apprehension run down her spine like she'd walked straight into the Lion's den. She nearly cried out as his hand landed against her supple ass cheek through the leather of her short skirt, an aroused flush heating her flesh as her blood pumped almost wildly through her veins in time with her furiously thumping heart. The applause made her shudder and lick her lips. Did the patrons of his club know what was in store for her? Before she could think further on it, his hand slid down to her thigh, touching the pale, soft flesh. Her thighs were so sensitive, she shivered and bit her lip, bouncing against his back as she braced himself, his steps taking her up some stairs, down a red carpeted hall, past security and waiters, to a door he promptly kicked open, jarring her. Despite the fear, and the adrenaline, and yes, arousal, coursing through her, she could, for a brief second, admire the beauty of the room, its almost gothic luxurious look, though she only real got awkward half glances as he carried her toward the bed. He dumped her onto the mattress like no more than a package that had reached its destination. Her body bounced on the cushion soft mattress as he turned way from from her to slam shut the door, making her flinch. Hell, what had she gotten herself into? Yet, as he pulled off his shirt, revealing that toned, lithe, pale chest and abs, her hormones went crazy. A new rush of arousal hit her cunt and she clenched her jaw, wondering if she should be fighting it. Something about this was...not right, but her body, fuck, did her body want him pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. Wait...did he say mortals? Was he not...mortal? Her eyes widened slightly and she found herself scooting a touch back on the bed, away from him. Raped? I figure men are civilized. We're not animals, she muttered, almost insulted by his words. Almost. Yet there was a part of her that liked it. Despite his coarse use of language, she certainly felt like the diamond in the rough, claiming that she was an exquisite creature. Who wouldn't like to hear that. Fucked to the point of death? Was he being serious? In reality, was that even possible? She swallowed visibly, her body trembling slightly. His demand came next. And the slight hint of something else, a threat, that he was entertaining the idea of never allowing her to leave this place. What are you? She dared to voice the question that had been burning in her mind, and though she seemed reluctant to do as he asked, her trembling hands raised to the buttons on her blouse, popping them open one by one to then slowly allow her to slip the blouse off her body entirely, revealing breasts cupped nicely in a black lace bra and her slim, petite waist and a pierced, cute naval. She slipped her heels off and dropped them on the floor, one at a time. Then started on the zipper on the side of her leather skirt, her beasts heaving against her bra as her nervousness showed.