To Have and To Hold

Chapter 16

"There! - All clean."

Michael smacked her behind, stepped out of the shower, and handed her a towel, which she accepted, still in a daze.

What the fuck was this? He wrapped himself in the other towel, and started to stride toward the bedroom, turning, dazzling her with the most blinding smile. His eyes were still dark and shot sparks at her, belying his cool, unaffected demeanor. That shithead! Was everything a game to him? Everything a power struggle he had to win?

"What the hell? Michael...?"

"Love is a feeling..." She heard him singing from inside the bedroom.

Oh, no! He was not walking away from her, after basically declaring he owned her.

Especially not, after getting her all hot, then acting like it was all some silly part of his one-man show.

Lisa? Weren't you just asking to get away? Seems like this is your chance. Why don't you simply put on your clothes, gather up whatever is left of your pride, and run for the hills?

"Give it when I want it..."

Fucking hell!

"Michael! We are fucking not done. Who the hell do you think you are? If you think I'm yours to play with - that any part of me belongs to you in any way you...you..."

She had marched into the bedroom, dripping, leaving a trail behind her. He was going to understand. She was not his toy. She had feelings. And she was tired of feeling as if she was a rag he could wring out and toss away whenever it suited him.

Michael grabbed her from behind the door, using the momentum of her entry to sweep her into his arms, causing her to lose her towel in the process. She was such a dumb shit! How had she not seen the trap?

"What? I'd be right? Cause you sure see to be dropping your panties around me, girl. And towels, too." His smile was as deadly a weapon as his lust laden voice.

"Let me the fuck go!" She stiffened and struggled, forcing him to tighten his hold, taking her breath as his skin collided with hers. Water and electricity- perfect conduction. Total absence of insulation.

"I ain't letting you go. And you're right. We're not done. We'll never be done. I told you that already." His breath was coming in gasps from the effort to hold her still. She noticed him looking around for something.

"But we are done- You are married, you asshole! You married the fucking incubator!"

"So, you were married to a useless waste of space-you had kids with him. What's the difference?"

Michael found what he was looking for and took her squirming body over to the large desk in the bedroom. In one sweeping motion he cleared it from all clutter, sending papers, pens, and all other clutter flying.

"Put me the fuck down, you moron. The difference is I divorced him."

Michael placed her on the table in a not very gentle manner, stunning her temporarily. Predictably, the spark ignited by anger, pain, and indignation combined with her intense arousal, setting fuse to the internal atomic reaction which could only be contained in one way.