<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The words that Fiona spoke simply continuing to infuriate Zara; was that why they were so different? Because Zara knew that the glass was half empty while Fiona swore that the glass was half full? Were they like oil and water, simply too different to even be in each others presence? That had to be it; because even now as Fiona spoke, Zara wanted to slap her and tell her to stop being so pathetic and so innocent. It had to be with <em>he</em> enjoyed her; because her head was always in the clouds...while Zara was too far gone to even make sense.<br/><br/><em>Break her! Hurt her! Do it! She hurt you! You hurt her! Do it!</em><br/><br/>The tears made Zara smirk in slight amusement and she pouted her lips, her voice soft as she mocked, "Of course they saw you for two years...and where are they now? Did they tire of you...tire of your innocence? Did they need a real woman to make them feel complete?" Zara had felt the tremors, had felt the response that Fiona's body had betrayed; and she fed off it. She shifted and began to slowly rock her hips and press their breasts together, leaning close to murmur huskily, "I'll do you a favor...come into my room one night...and I'll show you how it feels to be a true whore..." She smirked, her eyes flashing with heat and amusement as her body moved forward, ignoring the request from the other whore to step aside.<br/><br/>"I'll have you screaming for more..." Zara's hand shifted and suddenly cupped Fiona under her skirt, her hand palming the other whore, slowly grinding her palm between her legs as she dipped her head, her nose very gently coming in contact with her flesh, breathing in the violet scent, "I'll mark your body and remind you that no matter what...love has nothing to do with sex." Her hand moved up and down between her legs, boldly forcing her hand in between whether Fiona wanted the touch or not.<br/><br/>A low chuckle escaped Zara as she breathed, "Want me to lie to you and tell you that you mean something to me?" In an impulsive act, Zara jerked her head up and captured Fiona's lips in a brutal and fierce kiss, tilting her head to make sure and begin the kiss deep and angry. Her tongue invaded the other woman's lips without remorse, claiming what she pleased, taking and not asking for permission. Because Zara wanted Fiona to remember that no  matter what, Zara called the shots. Whether controlled or not, she did as she pleased and the other female -- or anyone in the Teahouse -- could not tell her what to do.<br/><br/>The kiss was cruel, dominant and full of anger. But Zara couldn't deny that desire was slowly uncurling itself within her, and she could feel her body responding to the assault she was forcing upon Fiona.</span>