Dreaded

He walked her backward. His lips slanting over hers in a slow sensual dance.

A promise of what he wanted from her this time.

Her hand lifted to press against his chest. She broke away from the kiss. “Don’t make me do this, Disseus. I can’t…Please, I beg of you.”

“Of all the things I would give you, you’ll not have mercy from me in this.” He shook his head slowly. Conveying his severity.

“Why!” She cried pitifully. “Why not?”

Her desperation clear in the tinge of her high voice. In her shifting movements.

She’s perilously close to running away.

“Because, for a few moments, I’d have back what you stole.” He was watching her with dark intent. His movements to pursue her growing increasingly more predatory.

She backed up faster. Deeper into the woods. Hands outstretched to keep him distanced as she floundered for an escape. “I didn’t steal anything Disseus.”

“You did.” He said flatly. “When you took it all