Collision (Mature) *Completed*

Vivian

"Yeah, I will. Thanks." He ended the call, his head dropped to watched as he twirled the device between his hands. "I don't remember saying you could take a shower."

"And yet I did it anyway." She shut down the discussion as she made her way back towards him. He sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes watching her like a hawk as she rounded the couch and took a seat.

"I thought you just wanted dry clothes." He'd yet to remove himself from the edge of the couch.

"Are you complaining?" Vivian chirped, an involuntary smirk on her face as he finally stood from the couch to face her. His hands gripped the back as he leaned over to stare down at her.

"No, but I am confused." The comment caused her to roll her eyes. She raised her hand to wave him off before stopping midair at the look that crossed his face.

"You're testing my patience, Vivian." His tone was dark, letting her know she'd managed to piss him off again.

"Come on, stop being a baby. Obviously it's just a habit." Vivian knew it was really because she loved to see him so fired up. Part of her knew it would lead to an intense makeout session while the other simply liked seeing him riled up.

"Well you need to break it before..." he stopped himself from continuing his sentence and instead turned to begin making his way upstairs.

"Before what? Micheal!" She called after him as she hopped up to jog up the numerous steps. Like usual, he moved faster and managed to get to the top before she could make it halfway.

"It's not good to run from your problems." She once more teased as she reached the top.

"Go home, Vivian." The slamming of the door let her know he didn't want to continue the conversation anymore but she followed nonetheless.

Knocking on the door proved useless as she waited for him to speak behind the wood. Opening the door, she knew immediately it was his bedroom from the unmade bed and clothing laid on the floor.

"Micheal. Future politicians shouldn't live in such disarray." Vivian stopped her giggling at the silence of the room. Usually, he'd have broken by now but the silence scared her.

"Micheal?" She called softly. Knocking on the bathroom door, she pressed her ear close. "Are you dead?"

"God dammit, Vivian!" He yelled after pulling the door open so swiftly it bounced against the wall and came swinging back closed. She jumped back at his menacing demeanor- this Micheal one she hadn't seen.

"Come here." The harsh grip on her arm left no room for struggle as he yanked her into his chest. "What do you want from me, huh?"

"I was kidding. I'm sorr-"

"No. No, you're not sorry. You like when I get angry, don't you? That stupid fucking smirk because you know you'll get exactly what you want. Say it!" He growled as he harshly grabbed her jaw, his grip bobbling her head with each word.

Vivian's head swirled as she tried to comprehend how quickly things had escalated. Her stomach was filled with butterflies and her pussy throbbed at the anger in his tone. He was right. She loved when he got angry.

"I like it." She meekly confessed, a sudden submissiveness overcoming her being.

"I know, I know you do." Micheal's eyes frantically searched her own before he used his grip to pull her towards the dresser. Standing behind her, he gripped her jaw once more and forced her to look at them in the mirror.

"Look at you. Even now you're enjoying every second of this, aren't you?" The command in his tone paired with the warmth of his breath on her ear had her panting.

"Miche-"

"Don't say my name," he squeezed her jaw, "answer the question. You like this, don't you?"

His other hand wrapped around her waist, his body now flush against her back. Vivian desperately wanted him to trail his hand down her stomach and into her pants, but she couldn't bring herself to ask for it.

"Yes." She cried as she squeezed her thighs to soothe the throbbing.

"What should I do with you, Vivian? What do you want from me?" Micheal spoke softer, almost teasingly, as his thumb ran across her bottom lip. His stare on her in the mirror was hard and she found herself unable to look away from the erotic scene.

Her breathing was heavy and he could surely hear her panting like a dog. Vivian wasn't sure what to say. In all her years of life, she'd never experienced something so erotic yet she knew she didn't want to let this moment pass her by.

"Whatever you want." She tried but was met with a humorless chuckle. The hand that was on her waist fell before she cried out at the harsh sting of a slap to her ass.

"I said what do you want, Vivian. You've got such a smart fucking mouth any other time. Scared?" The taunt was topped off with him using his grip on her chin to wave her head side to side.

Vivian knew now was the time to release her unspoken desires. There was no other man she'd been this hungry for and now was the time to let it be known. She stared at him deeper in the mirror, his eyes reflecting the same hunger she held.

"Use me. Fuck me, please." She croaked in desperation.
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