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...