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control your sexual desires. You need me.”

She held her hand up, “Listen, that was great sex—okay—

fantastic sex—but I think we are from different cultures. Where I come from that doesn't mean your life is…”

“Come here.” He interrupted.

It was only two words, but it's what was said within them, the images of last night, the ecstasy, her true desires being fulfilled. Despite her lips mouthing the word no, she stepped

forward. Her heart hammered in her ears and her breath quickened.

His hands threaded through her red curls to the back of her head and he pulled her toward him. Their lips met without hesitation and she felt liquid fire well up in her. She moaned against him. He slipped off her robe without her knowledge,

caressing her and teasing her until she thought she would scream with want. Then he stopped. She cried for him to continue.

“No, I've made my point.”

She stood dumfounded, and then rage stepped in, “you're a pig!” She tried to hit him.

He caught her fists, “You are goin