You banged the table harshly as the man opposite of you just sat comfortably, a smug look on his face.

Then you threw his records at him. He merely smirked before catching one of them, smiling happily as if this wouldn't hurt him one bit.

"All for you, darling" he boasted - already expecting your behaviour afterwards. It was filthy, he knows, what he's done he can never undo but he yearns for your reactions, and it somewhat fuels his desire to continue.