He stopped, angry.. upset by her words before turning around and roughly grabbing her by her wrists and yanking her near.
"No, I took you as a man," he growled at her, voice dangerous, almost savage. She was pulled against him- close enough to feel his warmth, feel even his need before he threw her hand down.
"A man weak from years of this. A man weak from years of this!" he screamed, and if he could do it, he'd punch a wall, punch someone but in the end, there was just her-
and he wouldn't strike her- no.
She was not the cause of his ire. If anything, she elicited too much she should not. And with eyes wild with anger, he grabbed her again, hands gripping her by the facea nd pulling himself in close to smash his lips hungrily against hers.