23 Hot Stove (2/2)

He leaned over her. His hands drew burning marks over Sam's bare skin. His hand went over the outside of her thigh to the knee. Willingly she opened her legs and felt his hand brush up on the inside.

His fingers slid sideways into her panties and gently massaged Sam's thumb. She groaned and squirmed as he slid easily into her with one finger. Sam moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. She breathed faster and faster. His fingers drove them unerringly to their climax.

As Sam twitched and writhed, he withdrew his hand and straightened up. Sam reached out for him. He casually knocked her aside and lit a cigarette.

Sam sat up irritated. He tilted his head back and blew the smoke to the ceiling. ”You're perfectly healthy and functional. Tomorrow you'll be back in, Scherenlady.” With these words he turned away and strolled to the door. Sam stared at him incredulously.

Her mind was slow to understand what had happened. Sam felt her hopes and dreams break with a painful tearing. Back was hot anger. On Brutus, who had deceived her so much and on herself that she had been so stupid.

She sprang off the bed, clasping her fingers tightly together, cracking both fists with a shrill scream on Brutus' bull's neck. But he was too big for her to hurt him seriously. Her fists landed between his shoulder blades, without even hesitating.

He lunged with predatory smoothness and grabbed Sam savagely by the neck, hands that had just been so gentle to her. His grip felt like a vise. Hard he hit Sam's head against the wall. Bright points danced in front of Sam's eyes, she tried convulsively to breathe, the pressure on her throat was inexorable.

Despite her nakedness, she was determined to fight. Too deep was her hatred for the man who had lied to trust her. Sam clenched his fingers and thrust her hands where she suspected his face. She missed him and he rammed his knee into her abdomen. Sam was desperate for air. She felt his breath on her face, his voice close to her ear.

”Forget it, Scherenlady, you picked the wrong one for your games.”

He released Sam, who sank to the floor, spitting and choking. Again she heard the scratching of the door on the linoleum as he left the room.