"Tristan Grayson, you bastard! You don't even like me, so what right do you have to demand that I like you!" Tristan's words made her feel increasingly aggrieved.
Tristan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Who says I don't? I... I... Even if I don't like you, I'll still make you like me!" With that, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Mika frantically pushed against him, trying to stop his kiss. But the more she struggled, the tighter he held her, refusing to let her move an inch. In the end, her whole body went limp and powerless...
His touch, in turn, softened. He began to remove her clothes, piece by piece. Before long, they were both... completely... naked.
Tristan held her tightly, possessively staking his claim. "You're my woman. You're not allowed to like anyone but me! For the rest of your life, you *must* like me!"
