I’m pretty sure I just came a little in my panties.

If he doesn’t pull me into one of these apartments and fuck me senseless, I’m going to lose my mind. I’ve never wanted hate sex so much in my life.

“Rafe,” I beg, my voice husky and lust filled. “Let’s go into my apartment.”

He switches to the other breast without an answer, and I let out another moan. Tilting my hips up toward him, I try to maneuver myself against him at just the right angle. If he’s not going to fuck me, then at least maybe I can get some friction.

But it all becomes too much, and my wrists ache from being pinched between my body and the door, so I pull them out and reach for his belt buckle. At this point, I’m not above doing it in the hallway. Everyone’s asleep anyway.

As soon as my fingers touch his pants, he pulls away, glaring at me like I’ve offended him.

“You broke the rules, sweetheart,” he growls at me, his head tilts down so he’s watching me through a hooded brow.

“What?” I breathe, but before I can move, he’s putting the key into his lock and disappearing into his apartment.

“Goodnight,” he says in a teasing tone before the door slams.

What. The. Fuck.

My body is still buzzing, but it’s gone cold from the emptiness where there was just human contact. He was fucking with me, I know it.

Instead of going into my apartment, I turn to his and bang my fist against the surface.

“You’re a real asshole!” I shout. “You think you’re so fucking tough and cool, but I think you’re just lonely and pathetic, and I’m glad I didn’t fuck you!” He doesn’t answer, and I don’t feel better yet. The lust has turned into rage.

“I’m sure I’m better off by myself anyway! At least I know I’ll get the job done!” I shout just as a door down the hall opens and an old woman in a bathrobe peaks her head out.

“Shut up!” she wails at me, and I throw an apologetic hand up toward her before rushing into my place.

I lay in bed that night tossing and turning. Unfortunately, I was wrong, and no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get the job done. I can’t even get myself there because I’m too much in my head now, hating him and thinking of things I want to tell him.

Growing tired and irritated, I know I won’t sleep until I take care of myself, so I imagine my hands tied behind my back, his fist in my hair as he pulls it and growls in my ear. I hate that it's the image of him that finally sends my body flying, but as soon as I come down from the high, I push the thought of him out of my head and start to fall asleep.

I desperately need to get laid by a regular human being.