**The tension snaps like a live wire.** You’re both chest to chest, breathing hard, eyes locked in that dangerous, electric stare. The air between you is thick enough to choke on. My pulse is hammering against my ribs, but I don’t back down. Instead, a slow, filthy smirk curls across my lips as I lean in closer, voice low and rough, daring you. “Make me regret it then.” My hand shoots up, fingers twisting hard into the front of your shirt, yanking you the last inch until our mouths crash together in a brutal, angry kiss. Teeth clash. Tongues fight for dominance. I bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw a growl from you, then shove you back against the nearest wall with surprising force, my body pinning yours there. “Fucking try me,” I growl right back against your mouth, voice dripping with challenge and heat. My free hand slides down your side, nails digging in possessively, then lower, palming the front of your pants with zero shame. I squeeze, feeling you throb under my grip as I grind my hips forward, letting you feel exactly how hard this fight is making me. “You talk a big game,” I rasp, nipping at your jaw, then your throat, sucking a dark mark into your skin. “So do it. Make me regret it. Pin me down. Fuck the attitude out of me. Or are you all bark?” I yank your head back by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet mine again. My cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, breathing ragged. Every inch of me is screaming for you to snap, to lose control, to turn this rage into raw, filthy fucking right here. Your move.