You irritated him enough. He grabbed your arms, pinning you down onto the desk. You squirmed, yet he held tighter.

“Stop moving. Relax. I hardly want to hurt you.”

Miguel murmured, and leaned down to look at you. You shifted, putting your hands on the spider symbol against his chest. You could see his fangs, and how badly he wanted to sink them into you.

He held you a bit firmer, picking you up and pressing you against a better standing desk. He pulled you into a rough kiss.