Victoriously Yours,

Blisteringly Holding

Yaki seemed to belong in the common category of men who were wealthy, over smart and so damn obnoxious that they didn't get it in their heads that there are people who don't want them in their company.

They were weak minded in front of temptations and can easily be corrupted through powers of force.

River knew how he had subtly backed her to the tree while she playfully teased him for following her.

Unable to bear Yisrael intensely watching whoever that women was, she had bombarded out of the tent. Her thoughts over flowing.

She needed some air and hence, trailed down the canopy of forest behind and began to muse.

Her one crucial weakness was over analyzing on everything.

She read and read in between the lines even if it were only a short one. She was that crazy. Her efforts to stay in line with herself was becoming to be a burden.

Fingering her pearls, she thought of the reason why he had come off to her like that in the cave. She had a great run of success when it came to things like this. Tease, pivot and hedge away.

Her style of enjoying the game but not seeing through it, was an impressive gig she had been working with it over the last few years.

Just because what happened in the past doesn't mean she could stop herself from not launching on to men just to see how far they could go. Her burning hate would surface when they gave in and her advances were immediately cut off.

She was weird. Why did she drag it only to cut it short? She didn't receive any answers and so she stopped asking them. She simply went ahead with it.

But coming to Yisrael, that man was a walking talking power ranger. He had pushed her out of her own game and stumbled her into the big leagues to join him and his drooling manhood.

He wasn't wrong when he said that anger was weapon she gets off on. All her life she was filled with vile rage at the deception around her, it had become a support crutch.

A life line.

Not only did he seem to know this, his most sensitive senses were going to be difficult to work around with. He may know things that even she wasn't aware of.

Which is why she had tried to test on Yaki. He was a new comer from the Wahi tribe and he was bulky but he was still four inches short to Yisrael.

But he made it up by his overbearing personality. Unlike the quiet dominant Yisrael, Yori was callous, lanky and uncomfortably loud.

"So do you enjoy anything else other than sneaking off to private places?" He was also bold as his hand circled her wrist, pulling her to meet his lips.

A little fast for her but she could do a kiss. Maybe she will finally find out if she had any of those fiery sensations with just anyone or it did simply belong with the one man.

Their lips were so close and she tried not wretch away from the stale breath of meat coming from his mouth.

She closed her eyes and foolishly, her brain imprints Yisrael's face.

Just to think of that man's lip roughly taking her mouth, demanding her to kiss him back was making her nipples standing through her tank top. Her poor slit already leaked through her underwear and shorts.

No, she can't feel such fast passion with a man she just met. She can chock this down to her lust-at-first-sight category which she often had for some. Maybe he fitted in that. And maybe even Yaki fitted into that. Probably feel the same thing with him.