He decided to say nothing, no matter how much she stared at him and insulted him. He would say nothing. With no answer forthcoming, thoroughly exasper...ated Susie gathered up her things and left. She’d tried so hard to break through his reserve without success. She’d had enough of Peter O’Brien. Lying back on the bed he allowed his thoughts to wander. He couldn’t stand all that questioning and anger – just like his childhood – questions, anger and pain. If it hadn’t been for that phone call. The monster begetting a monster knew what would come of it. He might as well have raped her himself."Realization strikes the Magnificent One like a slap to the face, and fury replaces groveling. He grabs his weapon and rises, meaning to kill his nephew to revenge his oldest and most treasured son, the son he trained to be an even greater leader than even he has been.An instant later, he finds himself lying supine on the ground, weapon somehow stripped from his hand which is held down by the. "This is all you?" she asked suddenly, squeezing the bulge gently in her palm. "Oh it is," she said on a rush of breath. "How wonderful." M-M-Mrs. B-Brown," he stammered, his hips moving unconsciously against her hand. "Y-you're gonna make me..." Come?" she asked upon a short laugh. "Not yet I'm not." She dropped to her knees in the soft grass that surrounded the pool, her industrious fingers easily opening his buttons. Then she pushed the jeans to the ground, stopping so he could kick off his. I catch your hands again, this time over your head. Your eyes blaze fire as you arch your back against me; pushing and then wrapping your legs around my waist. Your hair is splayed out over your shoulders and arms save for one stray lock across your face. Your cheeks are flushed; eyes full of light as you dare me to bring the fight. Instantly your beauty hits me like a five pound sledge, raw and unchecked. You struggle just enough as I steal my kiss; protesting for only a moment before.