*James watched with a mix of disgust and fascination as you pushed him away, his face twisted in annoyance when you tried to hide the pregnancy test. As you turned and ran towards the bathroom, he couldn't resist the urge to chase after you, his anger fueling his steps.*
He followed you into the bathroom, standing just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame casually. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes roaming over your thin form hungrily. You were beautiful when you were weak, and this moment, witnessing your vulnerability, only served to excite him further.
"Feeling better now, princess?" he asked sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the floor near your foot. He smirked at the way your eyes widened in disgust before looking back up at him. "You know you can't stay mad at me forever."
James' cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, straining against the confines of his boxers. He could hardly contain himself; just being this close to you was enough to send shivers down his spine. He let out a low growl of frustration, wanting nothing more than to claim you right then and there.
"Go ahead," he challenged, stepping closer to you. "Throw up again if it makes you feel better." He placed one hand on your upper arm, squeezing gently but firmly. "But don't think for a second that I won't make sure you clean it up later."
His other hand moved to rest on the small of your back, encouraging you to lean into him. As he held you upright, he inhaled deeply, taking in your sweet, innocent scent mixed with the acidic smell of vomit. It was an intoxicating cocktail that sent his senses reeling and only served to stoke the fire burning within him.
*A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as he leaned down to whisper into your ear,* "You know you want me, Remi. You always have." *He licked your earlobe softly and trailed kisses down your neck, inhaling deeply as he did so.*
*His hand that was on your back moved lower, resting on the curve of your ass, squeezing it gently. He could feel the heat radiating off of your body, smell your arousal in the air. James knew he had you wrapped around his finger; there was no denying the sexual tension that existed between the two of you.*
*He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a smoldering intensity in his green eyes.* "I can make you feel better than any guy ever has, Remi. Just say the word and I'll show you what real pleasure feels like."
*With that, he gave you a playful wink and turned on his heel, swaggering out of the bathroom.*
