Warning! sexual scene below, so if this is not appropriate for you - do not proceed to read. My apologies.

I glare daggers at him, furious now. I bring my hands up to my ear and take off one earring, throwing it at him.
He dodges it smoothly. "What the fuck was that!" He says, eyes wide.
"Because you're an arrogant bastard!"
I take off the other one and this time it hits the side of his forehead.
"Ow, that hurt," He rubs his head.
"Good," I glare, tension now flying off me in waves. "I don't care about all this, you can keep this house and keep this extravagant lifestyle to yourself. I'll leave now!" I feel water resting in my eyes and I turn around to leave.
"Wait!" He shouts.
I turn back around. "What?" I snap.
"That dress. It's Versace, that's quite pricey too," He whispers low, heat burning in his gaze like he's trying to burn me with it and almost succeeding.
I reach back, pulling the zip down. I pull the dress off and step out of it. Now left with my lacy black bra and black tights on display, staring at him. He stalks towards me like a lion stalking his prey. He reaches me, pressing me up against the island, shoving the stools to the side, whispering in my ear. "I don't think that was cheap either. Let me take this off," His voice is low, with his lips brushing against my ear, as he traces his finger along my covered breast. Shivers run through me, burning out the anger that was consuming me but not completely.
He brings his arms around me, unsnapping my bra and letting it fall over my shoulder then snatches it off, roughly, throwing it behind him.
"Might as well get rid of these too," He breathes onto my skin, heating me up to the core and he rips off my tights, lifting me up onto the surface, throwing that behind him.
Then he grabs my face fiercely, pulling me into an all searing kiss, forcing my lips open with his tongue, aggression pouring out of him in waves. He is not gentle like he usually is. I can barely focus, he’s jumped into the abyss and he’s pulling me with him.
He pushes his body against mine causing my legs to dig into the island as he runs his hands up my back to my neck gripping it tightly. His lips leave mine and he runs his fingers through my hair, skimming my skin and then he grabs a handful, pulling my head back, exposing my neck and he presses harsh kisses all over it with nibbles and sucks. His scent surrounds me like a drug. I can barely think and it feels like he has lost control and he’s imprinting himself into my DNA as I gasp. My neck tingles and shivers are rolling all over me, I won’t survive this.
His dick presses against my centre and he’s hard in between my spread legs. He rubs himself against my lace and my eyes roll back as he continues his assault on my neck.
His fingers release my hair and he pulls back. He softly runs his fingers along my cheeks, staring deep into eyes, hot and dark, like he’s looking through me, there softness in his gaze but so much dark.
“You're never leaving me. If we have a problem. We sort it out. That’s what we do. You wanted me and now I’m yours and there is nothing you can do about it,” he rasps. He brushes his lips softly against mine. “I love these lips. Mine,” his tongue slips inside my mouth with a moan and he gently moves his lips against mine.
But then, in the next move his hand returns to my hair and he grabs it and grabs my waist digging his nails in. He presses his body harder against me and opens my legs wider. His kiss intensifies, as Luke gets rougher again, biting my lips with so much passion like he needs to get it out before it burns him. His breaths come out heavier as mine does the same. He’s kissing me like he means it.
He tilts my head back, still grabbing my hair, and ravages my neck again with his lips, mouth and teeth. Does he realise what he’s doing to me? He’s pulling me apart, putting me back together and doing it again.
He picks me up and straightens. He wraps my legs around his waist and my arms grip his shoulders and he walks with his lips attached to me and I don’t know where we’re going.
He throws me down onto our bed and climbs on top. He spreads my legs and pushes himself back in between them and rubs hard against me. My core heats up sending sparks flicking through me. Our lips reconnect and he sucks my breath, pulls back for heavy breathes and reconnects.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes again, lighter and airy.
“I love you, Lau. And I have loved you my whole life. You're never leaving me. Say it,” He says roughly, contradicting his gaze.
Luke's head dips and he gently kisses along my neck and nibbles my ear. He rubs his face against my hair and neck, breathing me in, inhaling my scent like he can’t get enough. He’s driving me insane and confusing me with these switches and I can barely think and I have to remind myself to breathe. My heart swells with so much love, all my anger forgotten. Just. Like. That. I will never leave him, Luke should know that. I love him too much. I think I love him more than I love myself and I think I always have.
He sucks my neck softly with so much care. “Say it,” He says.
“I will never leave you,” I whisper weakly.
“Good,” Luke says, satisfied. He roughly widens my legs and grinds his groyne against my core and all my senses leave me so I can’t think straight as I throw my head back. All I can do is submit to his woodsy scent rubbing all over me, attaching to my skin as Luke drops his head, pushing my head to the side, resuming his nibbles, heaving, and sucking against my neck, nipples and shoulders. He’s still fully clothed and begins to tear his top off and throws off his joggers.
Back in between my legs with his boxers, he rubs his bulge harder against my lace covered slit, hovering above me. Sheltering me with his weight. I’m sinking in the abyss and he’s with me, and I can't get out but I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to get out of this—the spell he puts me under mercilessly. I’m in too deep.
Luke places his hand firmly down on neck and lightly squeezes like he’s about to choke me, rubbing himself against me. I can feel his presence. I can feel his strength. I feel wilder than ever before. It’s incredibly arousing.
He removes his hand and gently kisses the spot he grabbed all over. Kiss, kiss, kiss. I gasp feeling his love return and my body feels like it’s going to burst. He’s taking me to the edge and throwing me off, repeatedly. I feel like I’m being consumed by this dominant, untouchable and confident man but at the same time cared for, safe and loved. I Hit. The jackpot. And I did not even realise it when my heart chose him all those years ago. No wonder I’m getting bullied because Luke’s love is Everything and I would never let it go. Never. He’s mine. Luke is mine and I will get bullied for it; that’s fine. I will die for it.
Luke yanks off his underwear and then mine follows after. I’m wet: I’m soaking and craving for him to get inside me, now.
He enters inside me and then pulls back and I feel the urge to grab him and shove him inside but somehow I suppress it. He’s teasing. He rubs his tip against my clit and I shudder, shudder, and shudder, so fiercely. I’m desperate for him. My arrogant bastard but I love him for the good and the bad. I love everything about him, his sharp edges and all.
He presses his tip back in my opening but pulls back again and I feel the urge to scream. I need him. And he does it again, again and again. I throw my head back in frustration, heated and flustered all over. Luke chuckles, skimming his teeth along my neck and Finally—finally pushes inside and I gasp contentedly in relief. Insanely hungry for him, to feel his heat against my heat, to bring me to intense pleasure. He slowly, excruciatingly slowly pushes into me, and I sigh and moan as he groans. He feels enormous and he pulls back but I smack my hand down on him and dig my nails into his thighs holding him in as I grind against him. Luke groans like it's ripped out of him and he sinks back inside, rolling his hips. Now, we’re talking. Just like that.
Luke pauses deep inside me and I shiver as my moans come out louder than it ever has before. Gradually he builds up his pace, giving it to me, hard and rough. Just the way I like. His tongue tangles with mine. He slips out of me again. His control and restraint is remarkable. But then, he exercises control in everything, his career, exercise, diet and whatever it is that he desires. I groan in frustration against his lips and I reach down and grab his dick and put it back inside. He lets me and sinks slowly into me with his hands around my head as I scratch his back, lips moving everywhere. He pulls in and out at a slow steady pace. My nipple hardens and my body tingles, needing more.
I run my hand down his sweaty back as he moves against me in sync, with our bodies sticking together, sex scent in the air. I lick all over his lips to his cheeks to this neck and back up to his mouth. He grunts, moans and groans.
Luke thrusts into me with hard, deep penetrations and it feels amazing, setting me on Fire. He slows down back to leisurely grind, with my chest against his rock hard abs, skimming my nipples.
I’m new to sex but my god, it is amazing. Luke has shown me that. I love this new connection to him and I want him all the time. He has grown so much bigger and stronger in my eyes, which is saying something because I’ve always viewed him as a god. Right now, he is treating me like he is one. Manipulating my body to his desire.
More kisses, rubs, thrust, touches from him and I come to my end within seconds but he starts it up again. Hard and slow, and again. He fucking me like he loves me but at the same time fucking me like he hates me.
He releases but we continue, we don’t stop, just keep going, again, again, and again. I’m loving this new way of making up with him.

Luke pulls away from me and lands on his back next to me, breathing roughly. I turn to him at the same time he turns to me, and our gazes get locked. If I search inside, I’m still a little upset. I was feeling less than him and he pretty much solidified that but I don’t want to leave anymore. I’m confused with all these mixed emotions inside of me.
Hazel is still connected to blue, and Luke pulls me into him and softly kisses my cheek. He tucks his head into my neck breathing me like I have the best scent and right now, I probably don’t. I can’t smell that bad because I smell him all over me.
“I’m sorry,” Luke says softly. This does it for me. With that, all the remaining anger that was still residing inside me, leaves me in a whoosh—incinerated. I'm the one who was being a bitch and he's apologising to me? I just made him apologise for doing something he loves? God, I'm awful and he's simply amazing. These emotions are confusing. Right now, in his embrace, I feel special and connected to him. No, I always feel connected to him.
"Don't apologise to me! I was being an irrational bitch!"
"Yeah. My irrational cyka," he says. “But I didn’t help and I get it, my life is hard for you, you don’t have it easy with all the comments and everything.”
I glance up at him. “Luke, I’m sorry about what I said. I love you and I love you for you. I shouldn’t have said that I’m upset for you being you, and I shouldn’t have said that I don’t like your career. I love your career because you love your career and It’s a great honour to watch you shine. I was just directing my frustrations at you and I shouldn’t do that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, Laura. There's nothing you can do or say to change the way I feel about you. Nothing. My love for you is unchangeable and permanent. And we're not perfect, sometimes we will mess up and hurt each other but the most important thing is that we sort it out together. I’m in this fight. Are you with me?” He pulls me back and stares at me intensely.
“I’m with you,” I whisper, staring up at him. “I can’t make any promises to not drive you insane sometimes but I will work on not being a cyka.”
“You barely are, and we haven’t argued in ages. And if it ends like that. I think I like arguing with you,” He says with a grin.
“Me too,”
Luke goes back to laying on his back and pulls me with him. I lay wrapped in his arms with my head on his chest.
“Now, tell me what happened? Why do you have scratches on her face?” Luke says, getting serious.
“Since, I started college, people have been making comments as you know but today, this girl came up to me and said that I think that I’m special because I’m with you–,”
“You are special and that’s definitely not because of me. She has it mixed up,” He interrupts, shaking his head. I glance up at him with a smile. I swear my heart has expanded.
“Sorry, continue.”
“She shoved my laptop, and all my things off my desk and it got to me and I said, and I quote ‘you're just upset because Luke would never go for a jealous bitch,” I say, placing my hands on my face. Luke’s chest rumbles with laughter.
“You’re not wrong. You set the bar and you're never jealous.”
“Then, she slapped me. And I lost it and grabbed her hair.”
“Woii, don’t mess with my girl.”
“You think that I look bad, you should have seen the other girl,” I say as I run my hands along his chest.
“Yeah?” He says, proudly.
“No! She barely has a mark on her. I’m not a fighter,” I say, shaking my head.
“I like that about you but if she hits you next time. Don’t pull her hair, punch her on her nose or jaw, that should scare her,”
I cover my face again. “I don’t know how to.”
“Alright, fist up,” Luke says, sitting up and pulling me with him. We sit up on the bed in front of each other, still naked. I turn back to put on his shirt but he stops me. I fold my legs and put both of my fists up in front of me.
“No Lau, you're doing it all wrong. Not like that,” Luke chuckles. He repositions my arms and fist.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist. “They're so small.”
“Since when did you learn how to punch?” I say, glancing up at him.
“Remember, I got into a lot of fights at school, I had to learn to. Pretty boy looks, lots of girls and great at football, someone was bound to want to put me in my place. It’s always jealousy Laura,” he says, sighing. He looks at my fist again, “That’s it, now snap it back and forth. You want to straighten your arm out when it lands on the target, with your knuckles lined up,” He demonstrates and he looks sexy and I want to throw myself all over him again.
“Yeah, like that,” he says grinning proudly. “Atta girl.”
I put my fist down into my lap, staring at them with a tilt down to my lips. “I don’t want to learn how to fight. I don’t want to fight,” I say. “I shouldn’t have fought, I should've walked away.”
“Yeah, but she could have followed you. Laura, there's nothing wrong with defending yourself,” He says and grabs my face. “Nothing wrong.”
He pulls me back into his arms and throws us back unto the bed, “I get it now, why you were frustrated with me. You shouldn't have to deal with this and I’m partly selfish for making you.”
“No, you're not,” I say, “You don’t control them.”
He hugs me tighter, “I know,” He sighs. “It is because they know that I love you and they're jealous of that. They want to be the person that can change that but they can't. No one can. You're it for me and always will be, there is not anyone in this world that can ever take your place. Anyone that I'd ever really want.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t change that and thank you Luke, that is so sweet. Thank you for everything. Including this house and my extravagant lifestyle,” I say.
He nods and releases me and stands up and throws me his top. He pulls up his boxers. “Are you hungry? The chef should have finished up with dinner now,” I pull on his top, nod and Luke leaves our room.