<i>"Game's over I guess."</i><br/><br/>"Shit," Nadia very nearly bolted. Had his hands moved but a fraction slower, she very well may have been gone from his lap. As it was, his touch shackled her in place. She shivered as his hands traveled up her thighs to hold firmly onto her hips. His fingers bit into her skin to hold her firmly as she squirmed, but caused her no pain. For a moment they simply stared at each other. There was an arrogant, masculine hunger  shining in his eyes that called to her as much as it baited her to run. And she wanted to, she wanted to run from him, but she was afraid of the idea of him actually giving chase.<br/><br/><i>"The next challenge is the guys get to get their revenge on the girl who they ended with."</i><br/><br/>"Son of a-" Nadia flinched as Carl sat up and in her effort to keep from falling over she ended up pressed tight against his chest. One of his hands cupped her ass and helped secure her balance, but did nothing to protect her from the way his cock pressed against her. Where it rubbed against her, her skin was left burned from the contact. She squirmed in his lap in an attempt to escape it, but there was no where to go. She very nearly snarled at him when his hand wrapped itself in her hair and held her still. One of her hands ended up holding onto his wrist as if she meant to yank his hand out of her hair. The other was clinging onto his shoulder as if for dear life.<br/><br/>Carl jerked her head back by her hair and her back arched, pressing her softer body more firmly into the hard muscle of his. For a moment he studied her and Nadia wondered what he could see. There was fear from the feeling of being trapped, excitement from his obvious display of aggressive possession, plenty of lust and desire built up from everything that had happened thus far, anger at being handled as if he had some right to do, and a feminine kind of aggression shimmering just beneath everything else, waiting to be unleashed.<br/><br/>And then, his lips covered hers. Nadia tried to curse him, even meant to push him away, but his slow, sure assault melted the tension out of her body little by little. He took his time. He fanned small fires into vivid blazes as he arrogantly seized and claimed her lips, mouth, and tongue with the a sure, relaxed confidence. It spoke volumes to how he saw her, not as something he had to catch, but as something he had already won. Nadia couldn't deny the sensual heat it caused, but she was still glaring at him defiantly when he drew away and let her catch her breath again.<br/><br/><i>"Are you going to play along this time? Or do I have to tie you up?"</i>he whispered to her, blue eyes boring down into her own. She stared at him for several seconds, amazed by how the mention of being tied up made her heart pound faster. A fresh wave of liquid heat coated her slit and dampened her already soaked boy-shorts, but her eyes narrowed as she worked one arm between them and began to struggle against his hold. She pushed against his chest, eyes flashing with a mix of pure enjoyment and anger.<br/><br/>"If you put ropes on me, I will make you pay for it Carl, I swear," she hissed at him as she struggled in his lap, unwittingly grinding her firm ass back and forth against his cock while she wriggled. What terrified her, and really made her put up a decent struggle, was that she couldn't stop thinking about it. Being helpless and vulnerable to him horrified her and thrilled her in ways she simply could never explain. She wanted him to do it, but she couldn't say it, couldn't admit it. She could barely let herself think it. The more she realized she wanted this to happen, the more of a fight she gave him.