She's sweating in her seat, it's probably not very well done of me to bait her like this but the perverse side of me could do no less. I wanted her to regret every moment she spent deceiving me, by the time I had her under me I wanted her willing to put aside everything but the need for me.
I will settle for no less, because in the early hours of the morning while I'd stood watch over her bed I'd made a very lasting decision, hard or soft, the woman sitting next to me was mine, I planned to possess her completely and nothing or no one was going to stand in my way.
I didn't question why I felt so strongly about it, didn't have to; the instinct that had been leading me my whole adult life was screaming at me that this was it, she was my one. Why that should be I don't know, after all I'd met less dangerous women in my time, women who weren't out to put me in a cell and throw away the key. At least it would be something to tell the grandkids somewhere down the line.