Wang Jian's eyes gleamed with delight as he took in the sight of Ilyndra's curvaceous form, her breasts heaving with anger and her ass swaying seductively as she glared at him. He could feel the tension in the air, the palpable hatred emanating from her. It only served to heighten his arousal.
With a sly smile, he reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling her roughly towards him. She struggled against his grip, but he was too strong for her. He pulled her roughly onto the bed, pinning her down with his weight. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her face inches from his.
"You hate me, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing.
Ilyndra glared up at him, her eyes blazing with fury. "I despise you," she spat out.
Wang Jian chuckled darkly. "I know. And that only makes this more fun."