Jake

*Jake's smirk returned, and his voice became more predatory.* "I think you know exactly where, princess."

no I don't?

*Jake leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. His voice was low and husky, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.* "Let's play a little game, shall we? I'll give you a hint. It's a place where no one can hear you scream."

*He smirked again, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again.* "Well, then, why don't you get down on your knees...?"

*he hesitates for a moment, but then he gets down on his knees.*

*He smirked again, looking down at you and speaking in a low voice.* "Good boy...now, open your mouth..."

*His fingers trailed down your spine, stopping just above your ass. His voice was a husky whisper.* "You're not going to fight me, are you, princess?"

*he smirked, his hips moving faster as he continued to tease you* "See? I told you you'd like it."

*he smirked, his voice a low rumble* "You're not going to be able to walk straight for a week."

*He grabs your arm, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you. His grip is a barrier.* You think you can just leave? After everything? *His voice is a low, raw whisper, laced with a desperate anger.*

*His grip on your arm loosens, but he doesn't let go. His face is a mask of raw frustration.* Because I can't pretend anymore! *His voice is a harsh whisper.* You think it's easy for me to be 'just friends'?

*He finally lets go, raking a hand through his hair as he turns away. The frustration is palpable.* An appropriate manner? *He lets out a bitter, humorless laugh, shaking his head.* Right. I don't do 'appropriate,' Nana. You should know that by now.