Excerpt: "I'm clearly staying for longer than I expected so you might as well find me clothes my size. Yours are a bit..." I trail off looking down at what I'm wearing and how big it looks on my frame. Tony walks towards me and turns me around so we're facing his mirror. He cages me in with his arms and my heartbeat picks up. I swallow dryly, avoiding his stare from the mirror. "What do I get out of doing that?" he asks me, trailing kisses on my neck. Nausea hits me like a train. "Your clothes back." I say suppressing the nausea. "Try harder." He says pushing himself on me and digging his erection into my back. I gasp but stay in my position. He unbuttons his shirt on me to reveal my stomach and the valley between my breasts. I turn around, looking up at him. "You want me to fuck you for clothes?" I ask angrily, offended. "I want you to fuck me for everything I do for you. Right now you should be bent over my bed, thanking me for saving you from Rouge. When I come in with food, your legs should already be open- waiting to thank me. The only reason I'm still keeping you alive is because I want to fuck you some more." **** NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED currently editing because everything is a first draft.
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