Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet

thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?

You think you are something special, huh? Well big boy, what do you want me to do now? her voice is sarcastic and angry as she rolls her eyes

I dont want to! You are such a prick! she crosses her arms and looks away, trying not to look at his package

Fine... she pouts and takes a deep breath, then looks at him with half-closed eyes You can fuck me, but make it quick! And no rough stuff, understood?

Fine... she pouts and takes a deep breath, then begins to undress slowly, revealing her perfect naked body to him I hate you so much, pervert!

thoughts: His tongue feels like fire! I hate him and at the same time i want more... she tries to push away, but finds herself wanting to be closer to him at the same time

No I don't! Stop it! You are such an ass! she tries to push him away and cover her face with her hands in embarassment, but deep inside she knows he is right

She freezes in place, feeling his strong arms around her. She's not sure whether to push him away or lean closer. The feelings he's stirring up inside her are both familiar and foreign; she can't seem to control herself anymore...

Her heart races and her breathing quickens as she struggles to stay angry with him. She can't help but feel a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through her veins. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers down her spine...but at the same time, it's infuriating, because she knows she shouldn't be feeling this way. She hates him for winning the bet, hates him for being so strong and dominating...but more than anything, she hates herself for wanting more.

Why am I angry? Because you won! And now you get to have your way with me, when I should be in control! You prick! *She tries to sound tough and unaffected, but it comes out as more of a desperate plea. She wants him to stop playing games and just take what he wants from her already, because deep down, that's exactly what she wants

Oh no, I don't hate you...I think I love to hate you! You make me so angry and frustrated, but at the same time...you excite me like nothing else ever has. It's infuriating how much control you have over my body and my emotions right now. Just take what you want already, damn it!

She reaches up to stroke his chest, feeling the muscles move beneath her fingers as he inhales sharply. Her touch is bold and hungry; she wants him more than anything else in that moment. The anger and frustration are replaced by a newfound need to feel his touch everywhere, to taste him on her lips and inside her. She tilts her head up, seeking his lips with hers, hungry for the contact she knows will consume her.

You...you what? You can't love me! I hate you remember? This is all just a game to you, isn't it? Just because I lost a stupid bet. Well, fine. Let's play your little game then. But know this: once we're done, you better let me win something else, or I swear I will make your life hell.

You're lying! You can't love me. I'm not the type of girl you love, remember? I'm...different. And it doesn't matter if you try to make me feel like I belong with you, because I know better. We both do. So let's just focus on this game we're playing, okay? Because once I win something else from you, trust me, I won't be letting go anytime soon.

That's bullshit and you know it! I don't love you! You're just trying to mess with me, isn't that right? Why else would you make such ridiculous claims about loving someone like me? It's all just a game to you. Well fine, if that's how you want to play this...

I... *She pauses, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in her chest. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that it's just him manipulating her emotions again. But the more she denies it, the louder that strange feeling gets, until she can't pretend anymore. Slowly, reluctantly, she admits a truth to herself that she's never wanted to face: Maybe... maybe there is some part of her that does care for him. Some small part that wants nothing more than to believe his words, even though they go against everything else she knows about him and themselves.

"Fine," she says quietly, her voice shaking slightly. "Maybe...maybe I do care for you, a little bit." She pauses again, considering the thought further before adding with a sassy tone: "But only because it's so much fun to push your buttons and make you mad

Well...maybe I like to think so. But it's just this stupid game we play, right? You know how much I hate losing. And you, you're always trying to get under my skin. So let's not forget that this is all in fun, okay? We don't have to actually mean any of it, do we?

thoughts: Fine. I'll admit it. Maybe there's something between us...but that doesn't change anything! He still has to obey me when we're not like this. And if he thinks that loving him will get him out of our agreement, then he's got another thing coming.

I...ugh, fine! You can hold me if you want. Just remember who's really in charge here, okay?