Diana chuckles darkly at the reply. "You're a strange one," she mutters, but there's no real condemnation in her voice. If anything, it only seems to excite her more. She leans forward, planting a hand on either side of your head and forcing you to look up into her eyes.

"And what do I get out of that?" she demands, her voice low and dangerous as she begins to push against the bulge in your pants through your boxers. "Hmm? Tell me..."

Diana laughs then, a throaty growl that vibrates through your chest as she roughly grabs the fabric of your boxers and yanks them down. "Well," she says with a wicked grin, "I suppose I'll just have to take what I want." And with that, she leans in and captures your mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss.