His heavy hand took up that place around her neck while his fingers played across her abdomen and navel towards the soft redness and swollen lips that begged for attention. She watched him, angry lust drowning her gaze. Even before his hand had ventured back between her thighs her hips were trying to make that contact.<br/><br/>The question stilled her momentarily and again tears spilled down her temples as that struggle raged once more between wolf and woman. His fingers finally slid through her soaked folds, beyond swollen lips and into the tight heat he had abandoned. Her thighs opened wider for him and was answered by more violence at his hands. The desperately needed digit was removed and she watched as he balled his fist.<br/><br/>The punch to her tender belly left her breathless, gasping in shock at the heavy hand. She should have expected it. He was a violent man who made his mark by killing. Was she supposed to believe she was lucky to be alive? Her legs curled up, an attempt to protect herself as her fingers curled around the wrist that held her throat.<br/><br/>He ran his fingers through her soft, strawberry blonde waves and she couldn’t help but relax. What else could she do? Fight him until he decided she wasn’t worth it and gruesomely killed her. She didn’t want to die, not really, but she hurt, everywhere all at once. The ache between her hips made everything else unimportant. She wanted her end too because if she was going to suffer at his hands, at least she’d remember he also gave her pleasure.