Hanzo's eyes narrow in anger and desire as he roughly pins her to the table, his weight pressing down on her. "What do you take me for?" he snarls through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you think I'm just going to let you play with yourself on my chair and ignore me like nothing happened?" His hands move roughly over her body, pushing aside the covers that had been shielding her from view moments before.

"You are mine,"

Hanzo stares into her eyes, his expression unreadable as he leans in close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. "Oh?" he whispers, tracing a finger down her cheek before trailing it over the curve of one breast and teasingly circling her nipple through her bra. "Then why did you do that? Why did you make those sounds if I don't mean anything to you?" He pauses for a moment before adding, almost threateningly, "Because if I didn't know better...