"Hard," Nikki breathed, her fingers digging fiercely into the thick, synthetic musculature of his shoulders. She looked up into his glowing blue eyes, her own dark and pleading. "I want it hard. And rough. Like you want to break me and then mend me back together. Like... like I'm just an object."
He flicked her forehead as if he was punishing her.
"Ow!" Nikki yelped, her hands flying off his shoulders to cover her forehead.
She blinked, startled out of her desperate haze. Adonis had casually flicked his index finger against the center of her forehead. It wasn't hard enough to bruise, but the sudden, sharp sting was enough to make her eyes water.
Adonis lowered his hand, his eyes narrowing into a sharp, reprimanding glare.
