She can't help but admire his arrogance, the way he carries himself, the smirk that plays on his lips. He catches her staring, and she quickly looks away, but it's too late. He's seen the hunger in her eyes. 'You like what you see, don't you?' he says, approaching her. She swallows hard, her heart pounding. He towers over her, his hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. 'You want me to fuck you, don't you?' he says, his voice low and commanding. She nods, unable to speak, her body already aching for him.