The condescending superiority plastered all over Brooks' face is enough to make the angered animal inside of me rage. The fact that he's wearing that hint of a smirk, looking me over like he knows exactly what I'm thinking, is driving me nearly mad as well. Brooks can read me better than any other single person and there's a part of me that can't fucking stand it right now.

He rubs his jaw with one of his hands as his gaze flickers up and down, "well, from the look of it, you sure don't seem too sure about it. I'd say that owing bit might be something you're a little more open to than you'd care to admit."

"You don't know what the fuck I look like." A small rumble of a chuckle comes from the back of his throat that would beg to differ. "You don't," I reiterate as I take a step closer, piercing him with my coldest stare, trying to make the flames licking the inside of my body dissipate. He sucks in his bottom lip, brows raising, head angling to the side as if testing the coolness I'm trying to radiate. "Stop. Fucking. Analyzing. Me."

"Well, I can't help it when you're so easy to read. Over here looking like you hate me but also seem to have a whole lot else goin' on." The side of his lip twitches in amusement.

Can he just shut the fuck up already?

"So... what's on your mind, Tor?"

Wrestling you to the ground and making you analyze every last grain of wood on the floor while I have my way with you. The image plays so vividly throughout my mind that I have to shake it out. An entirely new sexual thought process begins to start, one I've never had, one that has Brooks and I doing much more lewd things to one another than stare at each other.

"Care to share what's going on in there?" When he goes to lift his hand to my temple I snatch it aggressively. When I let go, tossing it slightly away from me, he lets out a low, pained hiss. "Jesus, Torey. The fuck was that about?"

"If you can't handle the pain then don't ask for the details," and with that, I step around him to make my way toward the staircase. There's nothing more I want then to rid myself of the extremely foreign, explicit thoughts rummaging around in my brain. Thoughts that have me handling Brooks in a rough and filthy sort of way.

Before I can reach the first step hands shove me hard into the wall beside them. My face smacks against a painting there, breaking the glass with a crack. When I whip around I'm met with a shirtless Brooks. When the fuck did he take that off? I don't have much time to think about that before we're grappling with one another.

"What the fuck, Brooks?"

"If there's anything I can handle— it's pain. You look like you either want to fuck or fight and, since you're so hung up on the former, I figured I'd oblige you with the later." I manage to get a knee to his abdomen which has him blowing out a deep breath before taking him to the floor. He murmurs out a few curse words before trying to get me into a submission.

"I don't fucking think so." I flip us over until we're on our sides, wrapping my arm around his neck. Once I've just about got him into a sleeper hold I whisper, "night night, motherfucker," not expecting the searing pain that tears at my arm. "What the fuck!?" He quickly flips the position around at my stunned response, legs fastening around my middle, arms tightening just like mine had. I pull at his arm with all the force in my body but the way he's constricted around me is tighter than a coiled snake around its' prey. He's got nearly my entire body weight on top of him.

"Submit," the word is said lightly, like he isn't fighting me with all his might, which I know he has to be. "You're about five seconds away from passing out."

"Fuck. You."

"You'd enjoy that too much." When I don't respond he squeezes tighter, so much so that dots begin to sear my vision. I know any second I'm about to pass out, just like he'd said. "Submit." I hear the word but it doesn't register properly. Suddenly the man coiled around me loosens his grip, pushing me away as he does so. "So fuckin' stubborn," he growls as I gasp for breath. "For the record, I handed you your ass just now."

"Fuck off." I go to throw my arm over my still-spotted vision but catch the outline of a bite mark. "You—" I blink a few times to make sure I'm seeing clearly. "You fucking bit me? You bit me."

"No holds barred, baby."

"That doesn't refer to using your teeth."

"Noted— you don't like the use of teeth." I glower at him and he just gives me a smile before glancing downward. "Seems like the testosterone, cortisol, and adrenaline are doing their job." He's referring to the current throbbing erection I now have but fighting isn't the only thing that'd caused that specific reaction.

Fuck it.

I roll onto the top of him and pin both of his arms down. Just when I think he's going to do something to counter the position he thrusts upwards into me, making me feel his hardened self. The action has me moving my hand from his arm to around his throat in an instant. I grip him tightly, so hard I dare say I'm a step away from breaking his windpipe.

The look in his eyes darkens, like he'd welcome death if it were by my hand. There's no terror there, like I've seen in many a man's eye. No, there's nothing but pure lust. He wants my wrath. He wants me. Me and the horror that it may or may not encompass because he's... my mind searches for the word as my depths hold his. Then I see the answer. Because he is mine. And something about that fact ravages my insides with an uncontrollable want and need.

I loosen my hold on his throat and mash my lips to his fervently. I'm met with equal vigor as his hands run all over my body, lips devouring mine in the same manner mine are his. In this moment I can't think of anything I want more than to pound this man into oblivion, make him take all of me in a near painful manner. Claim him. Dominate him. Brand him as my own. That's all I want to do right now.

My hands go to the hem of his pants before finding the button and undoing it. I tear down the zipper and do the same thing with his underwear and jeans until they're around his knees. When I flip him to his front he lets out a shocked grunt of a noise. I've never had sex with a man but I imagine it can't be all that different from anal sex with a woman.

I spit inside the palm of my hand and go to reach down to free myself when Brooks' hand flies backwards and snatches my arm, "no, Torey." That has me pausing, hand   inches away from my cock. "I told you before, that's not happening." I can feel my jaw clenching so hard it may just crack at my need for sexual release, my need to take him in some form.

"Okay," I'm finally able to choke out in response.

"Okay?"

Giving him a nod, I reach down to free myself. I'm hard as fucking hell and equally as horny as I drop my body down to his. He's entirely tense as I rub myself against his ass until I finally slide my cock between his cheeks. I don't enter him, just glide between with a hand firmly gripping the sides of his ass, keeping myself in place. He mumbles a semblance of my name in a warning but it's really nothing more than a moan.

I roll us onto our side, his ass is firmly pressed against me now which has me moving my hand to his hip. My grip is unyielding as I rock against him, building my pleasure. Brooks cocks his head over his shoulder to look back at me and that same primal desire is there, burning in his eyes. His mouth falls slightly open, displaying a pleasure that I've only just recently begun to recognize as his own brand. Keeping my pace steady I let my eyes wander down his body to where the source of his gratification is coming from. He's stroking himself in time with my pace. When I look back to him he pulls me down for a deep kiss. Our tongues twine, teeth clash back and forth passionately as we begin to quicken our movements.

Our kiss breaks in a feral moan that leaves me and Brooks at nearly the exact same time. I'm close, he's close, and the knowledge that we're both nearly there makes me want to fucking come so bad. Brooks' hand fists in my hair as my mouth goes to the crook of his neck to suck the skin there. My teeth graze the skin before nipping and pulling in even more of his flesh. Brooks' fingers tighten, nearly tearing my roots out as his entire body tenses.

"I'm... fuck, I'm gonna—" I bite down into Brooks' neck hard, cutting off his words, making him moan out into the room loudly. He begins to come and the action has me doing the same all over his ass, back, and my abdomen. Several more curses drop from both of our mouths until we're left just panting, breathless.

My grip loosens from his hip before I roll onto my back, propping my arm behind my head as I do with, "see, I told you."

"You told me?" He takes a few deep breaths while rolling onto his side to face me. "Told me what?"

"That I could be gentle."

"You call this," he points to the dark red bite mark on his neck, "gentle?" I can't help the sarcastic, wry smirk that splays itself on my face. "Let me guess, you left hickies too?"

"Mhmm." I smile with and give him a nod, fully satisfied that I'd marked my territory. His lips go into a flat line like he knows exactly where my thought process is. "If you expected me to do anything less then your assumption of your worth to me means you view it as such."

"Your need to claim things is ridiculous."

"You have no idea. Just wait until I claim that ass." I reach over and give it a firm slap only to be met with a handful of my own mess. "Right," I pull my hand away, "we should probably clean ourselves up."

"Probably." We both stand to our feet, him pulling up his pants and me my underwear. "You're lucky it felt good." I arch a brow in question because obviously, considering we're both covered in our mutual enjoyment. "This." He gestures to his marred neck.

"Noted— you like the use of teeth."

A/N:
Happy hump day!