He nodded once, appreciating the greeting of her nipples as they tightened. He of course attributed their timely stiffening to his own doing. Pretty little things. She reacted well to the slap, too. She should have been this way all along. She could have been late with her first payment. Good little girl, following along with his rough dance. Kade laughed darkly when he noticed her compromised breath from his insistent hips. It of course only made him push harder against her. Though he pretended no to notice her one word refusal, he'd heard it, and knew what it was for. This was easier than he thought.<br/><br/>She could probably feel him harden and inflate against her when she started tugging at his shirt, and how that bulge twitched when she thrashed with her head. He forced her still by holding her jaw. So he could beat her up and damn near fuck her, but damned if he messed her up with her spit? Her body had the right idea, though, calming and complying. "Are you dumb Jule? You never seemed daft before." his free hand nestled between them, starting to undo the top of her jeans. He unzipped her enough to let his fingers inside, finding her now welcoming cunt.<br/><br/>He laughed darkly in her ear. "I thought you were into girls, chicka." he mocked and then hung those recently salted fingers in her mouth, to let her have her taste of her own truth. "What would Syd say?" he asked as he finally got off her. "You know what. Why am I doing all the work if you're supposed to get on my good side?" Ivan darted into the room again, and placed a revolver on the table. Kade lifted an eyebrow, interested. He picked the weapon up and sat down on the table again, scratching his temple with the barrel.<br/><br/>"Yeah. How about you get those rags off ya?" he suggested. "but put the boots back on when you're done. I kinda like them."