(Y/n) could feel her body tremble, as Hector's arms around her waist, tighten. Her heart hammering frantically as his warm breath drifted over her skin. The feel of his firm, chiseled torso pressed against her back, making her mind race.

It was true that Lee could have a similar effect on her when they were in a position just like this. That having his body pressed against hers, never failed to arouse her. Being wrapped up in Lee Christmas; rolling around a bed with the Englishman, (Y/n) was never going to claim was anything but wonderful. But this........this was more......so much more. Her body was screaming out for this man. Screaming out to be touched by him, to be used. The former soldier not caring that it was wrong to want this man so much. To need him so much. (Y/n) knowing that even if no one else found out about this, she would know, and there would always be some guilt associated with this moment; associated with being with this bad man. But that was why she wanted him so much, because he was bad, he was dangerous, it was wrong; all that seeming to create this perfect storm inside her of guilt and desire. Self-loathing and lust. And try as she might, she wanted nothing more than to be a bad girl, with a bad man.

"Touch me...........please........." (Y/n) said quietly, as Hector slowly kissed her neck. A wonderful shiver racing down her spine, as the hair of his small beard and moustache, grazed her soft skin.

"Not until you tell me that you're mine........" Hector replied. His voice deeper than it even had been before. The sound stimulating her even more; the former intelligence operative sure that she had never been this desperate for anyone in her life; never been this wet for any man. All thoughts of right or wrong, gone; she was going to have this, going to have him. Happy to let him fuck her in any way that he wanted, anything to take away this need.

"I.......I'm yours, Hector. Just yours............" She replied. A moan leaving her, as his hands moved from her waist, so that he could unlatch her bra; (Y/n) allowing the dark underwear to slip down her arms and join her pants on the floor, able to feel Hector smile against her skin, as his hands gripped her breasts.

"I knew you were a bad girl..........." Hector hummed into her ear.

"And now you're my bad girl........." He continued, as he caught her hardened nipples, rolling them slowly between his fingers and thumbs; his smile growing as she moaned.

"I am going to fuck you until you can't walk." (Y/n) suddenly finding herself bent forward over the tub. Her hands gripping at the side, as Hector kicked open her legs and moved between them. Another lewd, moan coming from the female Expendable, as he began to grind his still clothed cock against her soaked womanhood.

"Tell me what you want........" Hector demanded. Her breath taken from her, as she felt his rough fingers move her underwear, yet still not touch her. A part of (Y/n) hating that she sounded so weak, so desperate; after all, she had always prided herself on her strength. But now was not a moment for strength; now was a moment for surrendering to her baser needs, and caring about everything else, later.

"I want you inside me........I want you to fuck me. I want to be your bad girl.........." Her words tantamount to begging for this man. Hector chuckling behind her, before slowly bending over her, and turning off the taps.

"Oh, you will be a bad girl. You are gonna be a very bad girl for me." The sound of the henchman's amusement, filling her ears. (Y/n) able to feel him fumble with his pants, until she could no longer feel the material, until she could only feel his flesh. Her grip on the side of the tub getting tighter, as he rubbed his stiff cock against her soaked underwear.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me." Hector's grip on her hips sure to cause bruises, as he pulled her back to him. As he held her so that she couldn't move. (Y/n) about to scream out of utter frustration; her mind never having been so clouded with lust, as he did nothing more than rub himself against her.

"Hector, fuck me.......I need you.......God I.........." The rest of her words going unsaid, as her underwear was ripped from her body, and Vilain's right hand man harshly thrust himself inside her. Both of them moaning as she adjusted to him. Her body sheathing his, as he stayed still for a moment just savouring the feeling of his cock already being drenched by her arousal. Hector unable to hold himself back any longer; the desire to move, to show this beautiful woman why no other man, especially that Englishman, would ever be able to satisfy her, like he could, so overwhelming that it made his head spin. A growl coming from deep inside him, as he began to move, as he began to push and thrust as deep inside her as he could possibly get. Hector's eyes closing and his head dropping back as he savoured the feeling that her body was giving him. Knowing that this was just the start of what was going to be, a very long night; and that by the time that he had finished with her, everyone in the house would know that this beautiful woman, was his.