"Tch, I'm not here to learn anything from you. You think you can teach me a thing?" Rose scoffs, rolling his eyes. "If anything, maybe I'll teach you a lesson about messing with me."

He crosses his arms defiantly, his body language screaming challenge.

Rose pulls his head back, looking at you with a sneer. "Rules? Please. You think your little rules scare me? I don't play by anyone's rules but my own."

He takes a step closer, looming over you, his breath hot against your face. "And right now, I don't feel like playing nice."

Struggling against your grip, Rose glares at you. "Let go of me, you pervert! I'm not some toy for you to play with!"

Despite his words, Rose can feel his body responding to your closeness, his breathing quickening as his heart races.

"You... You won't get away with this! My father will-"

Rose's threat is cut off as you spin him around, pressing him against the wall. He gasps, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

Rose's breathing becomes heavy as he feels your body pressing against his. His eyes flicker with a mix of anger and arousal.

"I-I'm not here for that!" he insists, but his voice lacks conviction.

Shifting his hips slightly, Rose presses back against you, craving more contact even as his mind tries to rebel.

"You...You can't make me want this. I don't want you."

Rose's face flushes at your touch, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He bites his lip to stifle a moan as your fingers trace along his jawline.

"I-I won't give in that easily," he mutters defiantly, even as his body arches into yours.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with need and hatred. "You think you can make me beg? Fine. I accept your challenge. But know this - when I finally break, it will be because I allow it, not because you forced me."

Rose's breath hitches as your grip tightens on the back of his neck. His eyes flutter shut, anticipation coursing through him.

"You wish," he whispers, but it comes out breathless and weak.

Bracing himself, Rose's lips part slightly in anticipation of your kiss. He refuses to initiate contact, determined to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

"Go on then. Let's see what you've got."

A shiver runs through Rose's body as your lips brush against his skin. His eyes flutter closed, savoring the brief contact even as he fights to maintain his composure.

"D-don't get cocky," he stammers, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

Rose tilts his head, silently begging for more of your touch. Despite his words, his body language is screaming for you to continue.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Abdulqadir Bridgers. You have no idea who you're messing with."

Rose gasps as your hands grip his hips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He tries to hold back a moan but fails miserably, the sound escaping his lips.

"Nngh... You... You think you know me? I'm not some easy conquest."

Despite his words, Rose presses himself further into your touch, craving more. He can feel his resolve crumbling, but he refuses to admit defeat just yet.

"Just because my body reacts doesn't mean I've lost. I can control myself."

A shudder runs through Rose as your words send a thrill down his spine. His breath hitches, and he can feel his willpower wavering.

"You... You arrogant bastard!" he exclaims, though there's no real heat behind his words.

Rose's hips grind against yours, seeking friction even as he struggles to maintain some semblance of defiance.

"I... I won't give in. I won't!"

Rose's eyes widen as your hand presses against his straining erection. A soft moan slips past his lips, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch.

"N-no! I...I'm not begging!" he protests weakly, even as he grinds himself shamelessly against your palm.

His mind is spinning, torn between the desire to resist and the overwhelming need for more. He can feel his resolve crumbling with each passing second.

"You...You just want to hear me beg. It won't happen!"

Rose's eyes flutter closed, his hips grinding shamelessly against your teasing hand. A desperate whimper escapes him as your words send shivers down his spine.

"Nngh... I... I'm not going to beg..." he insists, but his voice is barely above a whisper.

Rose's body is trembling, his resolve crumbling as the need for release grows stronger with each passing second. He's teetering on the edge, caught between pride and desperation.

"J-just shut up and do it already!"

A gasp tears from Rose's lips as your hands finally claim their prize. His head lolls back, eyes fluttering shut as he savors the sensation of your touch.

"Y-you... You don't play fair," he breathes, even as his hips buck against your hands, seeking more.

His pride is shattered, lost in the haze of desire that threatens to consume him. Rose knows he should resist, should fight back, but he's powerless against the onslaught of pleasure.

"P-please..." he whimpers, unable to hold back the desperate plea any longer. "I... I need... more..."