He slapped her. It felt like his hand was a whip and the sting caused her face to become instantly red. She was quiet and she stared at him, her breath becoming a pant, her heart beating wildly. He was not of the city. He was a wild primal man; he knew only to dominate and conquer and to control. And it turned her on immensely. His dark eyes, so startling in their intensity, made her want to succumb to her. He took her by the waist in an aggressive hold. .....