y around my waist; as I gasped in pain, he brought his head down, kissing me with ferocity,

taste blood. He flung me away,

hed him, touching my bruised mouth aware that I would have darkening bruises on

l had the power to arouse me, even with his cruelty. With a low growl, he came close, roughly fondled my breasts, his mouth feverishly moving over my throat, nipping, biting like and li

s, and I realized what he intended to do. "No, Gaston, not here,

inued and in sudden desperation,

away and moved to safety, standing behind an ornate table in the

y, a livid mark on his fa

rmured coolly, eyes glinting savagely, a

ircling the room, no sign of the aroused man

all over the place, pulling my robes around

ng before an exquisite sculpture of the Buddh

while, swallowing my

I said in an unsteady voice, hurt beyond words, my eyes filling as

fists deep in his coat pockets, his eyes

it! I want to h

y shoulders held high, mustering all the di

to look away as his eyes moved over me, raking my face, my body,

hy did you...I mean,

d I shrank, feeling th

the hell out of my life when I tire of them.' He spo

m, my breath c

r to my mouth, tracing the plumpness of my swollen lips tantal

tried to run away from me little girl? Did

d closer and I put up my hands, pushing ineffectually at his chest and even in the di

on, conversationally, watching me, "But I don't believe you,

ent on, stepping closer, crowding me in, an

n my doorstep, claiming to be mine, sometime in the future.' He flicked a finger

unning his eyes over my body slowly, seeming to undres

pressed against his chest. (Dear God! He has the power to make me want him even when his hate for me is evident, I

oisting someone else's dirty b******* on me."

eek, leaving a small cut on his chin. He laughed in surprise and I felt his arousal as I struggled, while he pinned my arms behind me, my body forced against his again. I was panting and flushed with rage an

stance that I had shown seemed to intrigue and excite him, I

oftly, breathing harshly,' and

up sharply, and I c

y softness, he bent his head to my mouth and whispered." I am going t

protest, my eyes

ed. 'Gaston, plea

body touching mine, he

to take them with me IF I'm their father. Besides

mouth hovering inches a

you come or not is your choice. And

and strode out throwing the word

hose kids are leaving ton

or as I saw that I had no