The Ultimatum

Marcella

I was torn between wanting to hate the man, who was holding me and making my heart pound , the wetness to pool between my thighs, to sag against him and let him continue to kiss me.

The others left, Kline with a quizzical gleam in his eyes and the girl called Tess who grinned at me. Roxanna was her brisk self, stomping out of the room; the after fight party would begin in an hour and she