My breath scorched against Rachel's ear, "You're so predictable," I said, dragging a finger through the string of her bra.
"Sex! Whores like you think it's power. Gods know it's just leverage.."
She looked at me spitefully. The air got thick. "Trade sex for supremacy. Fuck me right now and for the rest of your miserable power seeking life, and get what you want.." She teased.
"You don't dictate terms and conditions with me Rachel." A wicked grin playing on my lips. I cupped her jaw and slammed her down.
Her back pressed flat against the couch.
Goosebumps raced up her arms, spreading across her shoulders, down to her spine.
She giggled in panic. "That's a choice. Even Gods trade worship for a miracle every day."
"I'm your worst nightmare.. do you remember when I said that to you?" I asked Rachel.
Her smile dissolved instantly. "Yes."
"I'm not offering trades anymore. I'm taking."
Her gaze got lost on my moving lips, then slowly. She nodded.
