If Elizabeth had burst into tears, he would have been much less shocked. He felt annoyance start to creep in, when was the last time he'd had a decent f**k without someone, himself included, enacting some sort of drama? He wanted to say something along the lines of 'well you started it,' but he felt that was beneath him.
He couldn't see her face, too much of it was covered by her hair. 'Just f**k her and let it go' he told himself, he slid his c**k from her body and rolled her over onto her back. She started trying to push her hair out of her face, it was caught under her shoulder, she was stubbornly avoiding his gaze.
“What in the name of hell do you want from me?” he demanded.
She frowned at him. “To not make it a contest that you have to win without ever once admitting that th
