C25 A thousand suns

“Damn it, you’re a condescending piece of work,” she snapped, crossing her arms.

He was frustrating all her efforts yo avoid him. He called her from wherever she was and made her do things that she couldn't say no to. She felt controlled by her own desires and it was all thanks to him.

He glared down at her: angry, irritated, and flooded with white-hot need.

“Am I wrong?”

She glared up at him