Lash out.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" you yell, blood rushing to your face.

Seeing her mistake, Gemma raises her hands in an attempt to calm you, but you're beyond calming at this point. Your hands begin to tremble as she approaches you, and without thinking, your arm lashes out, slapping her in the face with a crack, loud enough to reverberate throughout the small apartment. She stands there, stunned, as her cheek begins to turn bright red and tears begin to form in her eyes. You stand there frozen for a moment as guilt begins to wash over you and you realize what you've just done.

"Hit me again," she breathes, as a single tear begins to trickle down her reddened face.

Without a moment's hesitation, you slap her again, harder than before, drawing a small trickle of blood from the corner of her lip. Her face goes even redder, and you can see the outline of your fingers on her cheek. Tears start streaming down her face as she throws her arms around you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It’s rough, punishing, the kiss a battle of dominance and need. You can taste the metallic tinge of blood mixed with her strawberry lip gloss as your tongues intertwine, and she presses her body up hard against yours. You feel your erection coming on almost immediately as she grinds her hips into you, her hands running all over your chest.

She pulls her head away from you, looking into your eyes with desperation.

"Fuck me," she pleads, gripping your shirt in her fingers.