Wirata was struggling both her breathing and her movement under his big body. Stefan kissed her like he was never going to stop, tracing the trembling line between her lips with his tongue then he drove fully into her mouth again, sucking her tongue and did all the tricks that made her felt a thousand of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Until he was satisfied and then moved to bury his face between her breasts. Thick hand dug under the skirt, did not want to waste any time.

"Stefan ... don't..."

Stefan heard the arrogant little deer's trembling voice while her body losing control to him.

"Don't ... Stefan ... please, let me go."

Wirata thought he wasn't listening at all, and now she was losing and feeling as if she was sinking in the deep bottomless ocean.

Stefan was also losing his self-control. Her scent, every scent of her clouding his mind. He brushed his mouth on her soft full breasts, the thin and silky dress tightened because of the way she lied on it, the V shape at the neck had lowered down and her smooth flawless skin appeared to his eyes. Stefan pressed his lips on her bare skin.

Suddenly, her body went limp and her hands went weak and one fell onto the floor. It looked like she wasn't breathing. Stefan stopped his aggressive movement immediately.

"Hey!" He lifted his face up from the lovely place.

"Wirata!" The rough and husky voice called her name. Stefan looked at the slim figure, her eyes closed, the breathing was very light.

She's passed out?!

He shook her arms.

"Hey. Wake up!" Stefan called out again, shaking her shoulders. He sat up and watched the flushed face. His hand was still under her dress.

Stefan narrowed his eyes, he never trusted this woman, she could trick him, might be pretending to be unconscious. Stefan stroked her thighs to see if there was any reaction.

Wirata tried to lie very still, his hand on her inner thighs now, stroking gently. His fingers brushed on her panties nearly made her jump and open her eyes. But just managed to grit her teeth and bear with it.

She couldn't fight with this crazy mafia because of the size of his muscles. He's so big and so strong. So here came, she tried to use a different tactic. Her heart was still beating rapidly, frightening of his madness. Her body was losing but her mind was trying to gather all the strength and consciousness.

Stefan was enjoying touching her bare skin. So soft and so smooth like silk. His heart pounding when the tips of his fingers touching the specific place.

"Aw, ..." Moaned deep in his throat with satisfaction. She was really unconscious!

He thought it's because he kissed her that shocked her and made her fainted. He should stop, Stefan Mackenzie never took advantage of unconscious women. But then again his inner voice whispered in his head that he should try a bit longer just in case she was tricking him. Stefan slid his hand in the V shape at her neck.

Suddenly, a heavy fist was sent straight to his jaws, following with a heavy kick. Stefan was unaware of that, so his big tall and glory body fell hard on the floor, not a very glorious landing as the pain shot into his backside straight up.

Hell! That hurt!

"Fuck! Goddammit!"

He swore fiercely, edgy with himself that he shouldn't have let his guard down with this specific woman.

Wirata sprang herself up quickly and ran to the door, but Stefan got up that minute and caught her. His arms wrapped around her waist. Spun her around, Wirata raised her hands and hit him hard wherever she could.

"Let me go!" She shouted.

"For God's sake! Would you stop punching me for a minute?"

The frustrated voice scolded. His bruised face got punched by her and gave it more red and Stefan flinched. He had got her in his strong arms. Dragged her back to the couch while she still kicking and punching him.

"Hey! Woman! If you don't stop, I'll kiss you till you can't breathe. Okay?!"

He threatened, pulled her to sit on his lap. Wirata wiggled but when looking at his bleeding brow. She paused for a minute. Now he didn't do anything to her, just held her there and using his other hand to wipe the blood out of his bruised and swollen face.

Good for him! He deserves it!

"You made me bleed. See?" He said with a grumpy face.

"That was nothing compared to what you've done to me. Now just let me go."

She shot him back with an angry voice. Now Wirata came back to be herself again.