Trenton growled lowly when he was called a slut. There was this passionate, smoldering and furious look in the Lawyers rather lovely eyes. They were burning with passion and lust. The air was so thick and heavy, filled with pure, raw man sweat, sex and their heavy, hot breaths.<em>"We'll see who's going to be the slut, Vickers."</em>Trenton grunted slowly, and he groaned out loud, when Dante threw his entire wight against his mid section.<em>"Fuuuck.."</em>he growled out while a sharp flash of pain shot through his entire body.<br/><br/>The Lawyer was trashing, not about to give up their little fight for dominance. "<em>You'll get your fight, you asshole!"</em>he growled again, lowly so. It was a truly masculine sound, no doubt, and so very, very exciting.<em> "I'm going to fuck that ass, Vickers, give up. And you'll love it, man!" </em>Trenton was still trashing and trying to get away, but....he slipped and fell down after he tried to push himself up. His palms were sweaty, after all and the floor rather damp.<br/><br/>And this, probably...was Dante's only change to get what he wanted....