Yaki seemed to belong in the common category of men who were wealthy, over smart and so damn obnoxious that they didn't get it in their heads that there are people who don't want them in their company.

They were weak minded in front of temptations and can easily be corrupted through powers of force.

River knew how he had subtly backed her to the tree while she playfully teased him for following her.

Unable to bear Yisrael intensely watching whoever that women was, she had bombarded out of the tent. Her thoughts over flowing.

She needed some air and hence, trailed down the canopy of forest behind and began to muse.

Her one crucial weakness was over analyzing on everything.

She read and read in between the lines even if it were only a short one. She was that crazy. Her efforts to stay in line with herself was becoming to be a burden.

Fingering her pearls, she thought of the reason why he had come off to her like that in the cave. She had a great run of success when it came to things like this. Tease, pivot and hedge away.

Her style of enjoying the game but not seeing through it, was an impressive gig she had been working with it over the last few years.

Just because what happened in the past doesn't mean she could stop herself from not launching on to men just to see how far they could go. Her burning hate would surface when they gave in and her advances were immediately cut off.

She was weird. Why did she drag it only to cut it short? She didn't receive any answers and so she stopped asking them. She simply went ahead with it.

But coming to Yisrael, that man was a walking talking power ranger. He had pushed her out of her own game and stumbled her into the big leagues to join him and his drooling manhood.

He wasn't wrong when he said that anger was weapon she gets off on. All her life she was filled with vile rage at the deception around her, it had become a support crutch.

A life line.

Not only did he seem to know this, his most sensitive senses were going to be difficult to work around with. He may know things that even she wasn't aware of.

Which is why she had tried to test on Yaki. He was a new comer from the Wahi tribe and he was bulky but he was still four inches short to Yisrael.

But he made it up by his overbearing personality. Unlike the quiet dominant Yisrael, Yori was callous, lanky and uncomfortably loud.

"So do you enjoy anything else other than sneaking off to private places?" He was also bold as his hand circled her wrist, pulling her to meet his lips.

A little fast for her but she could do a kiss. Maybe she will finally find out if she had any of those fiery sensations with just anyone or it did simply belong with the one man.

Their lips were so close and she tried not wretch away from the stale breath of meat coming from his mouth.

She closed her eyes and foolishly, her brain imprints Yisrael's face.

Just to think of that man's lip roughly taking her mouth, demanding her to kiss him back was making her nipples standing through her tank top. Her poor slit already leaked through her underwear and shorts.

No, she can't feel such fast passion with a man she just met. She can chock this down to her lust-at-first-sight category which she often had for some. Maybe he fitted in that. And maybe even Yaki fitted into that. Probably feel the same thing with him.

Ha! Yisrael out, Yaki in.

She felt only a gaze of Yaki's lips when it suddenly vanished like a magical poof!

Yisrael lunged and wrenched Yaki from her. He had gone ballistic. Notwithstanding the fact that she was going to kiss a man she barely met when she refused to let him even touch her.

That cut him. Deep.

And when he was cut, he exploded. With a roar, he had Yaki in a trenchant choke hold and he hauled the man down to the ground.

When he slammed him into the rocky grassy terrain, blisteringly holding him by the neck cutting off the air, Yisrael bent down till he was nose to nose.

"You don't touch her." In a deep accented growl, he tightened his grip on the man's broad neck.

Yaki clawed at his lock hold, gagging for air and feeling the vision blur and consciousness slipping away.

River was star-struck.

He just swung over the man with such seething ferocity and it was lava coursing through the man that made him deadly. He didn't even look like he lost any breath as if they were playing checkers.

But it were his onyx eyes that radiated the sense of possessiveness. So scary. So sexy.

When Yaki stumped on the ground to be let free and Yisrael loosened his grip on his throat. He pulled back to stand at his full height while the man lay down, making tortured gagging and gasping sounds.

In English, he grated at him purposely so that she could hear him. "The woman is mine."

Immediately, River's spine straightened. I'm what now?

Despite the rush of wetness between her legs, his claim wasn't something she was too keen on.

Even knowing, she shouldn't say anything. Keep her trap shut when he looked like the world's most wanted serial killer, she bloody put herself in the line fire.

"I'm not yours."

The way his head turned towards her was agonizingly slow. Her temperature soared when their eyes met. Black to whisky brown.

Need to want. Demand to supply. Male to female.

She kicked her chin up, showing that she wasn't going to back down this time. He wouldn't come to her. He w-

Yisrael strode to her, simply reached to her and swung her over his shoulders and started to walk across the jungle.

River pounded her fists on his back, kicked to be freed. "You brute! You arrogant male! Let me down! Where are you taking me?"

"We have some things to discuss." His tone was on the edge. Close to jump off and he was taking her down with him.

He maneuvered through the heavy vegetation. The silence was ear splitting when he stalked by. It was as if all the flora and fauna seemed to be drop on their knees and salaam him in reticence.

His breathing was hoarse, so animalistic and snaring. She had to knot her ankles together from the pressure that was starting to build.

To be honest, her breasts were pressed against his shoulder and just below her ass his strong band of arm gripped her making her skin come alive.

I guess Yisrael is back in.

The jungle got denser and thicker as he continued in deeper, her face struck by the moving branches and leaves and she knew he was doing it purposely.

The bastard Neanderthal.

When filtered sunlight sneaked out, she cranked her head to check her surrounding and seen he had brought her to a cenote.

It a reservoir with banyan trees looming at its side. A huge round stump was wedged on the grassy ground right at the side of the sinkhole of crystal water.

He dropped her onto the stump, and she craned her head up to see him folding his arms over his broad chest.

His eyes remained black but something was off with his mood. It's like he was pissed with her. What the fuck did she do?

He was waiting for her to speak. To explain herself for her conduct. Like she was some child who was going to be reprimanded by this man.

Ohh..don't say anything. I will keep quiet. That was her, ready to fight him in the battle of silence except the man simply widened his stance and his expression showed her he could do this all day and the only time he would waste was still with her.

Her ire at his mannerism was proving to be worse and worse and she just snapped. "You asshole! How dare you say that I'm yours! You have no idea how angry I'm at you..." Her words turned into awe as she saw his chest moving down and up.

Those eyes of his were fresh from rage.

"Let me make it simple for you. You are foreboded to touch any man in this clan."

She stood up, glaring at him. He did not just do that.

"You forbade me? You barbaric ass! I can touch any man I want!"

With menace, he closed the distance between the them. "You need stop lying to me, River. I don't do lies."

"Or else what? You gonna forbade me?"

He clamped his jaw shut and she could see the hollows that rolled under his cheek bones.

The necessity to speak was riling up again. To holler at him for his macho claim. Bloody hell, she did just that. Fuck silence, she wanted to argue and fight.

"Let me tell you something. You can't get all this-woman-is-mine-ordeal with me! I'm not yours. Never will be."

He cocked his brow and smiled tightly. " Yet you couldn't wait to kiss Yaki."

"Why do you care so much if I did? I want to kiss him! It's my fucking wish!"

"Lie to me one more time see what happens."

River seemed to losing this battle again. No, no she wouldn't. She needed to regain control. Effective immediate, her stance changed and she became the lush siren she knew he couldn't resist.

With sexy purr, she taunted him,

"I want to be kissed by Yaki. Touched by him and everything."

Long moments passed and she thought she had done it. Won the battle. Ya- the joyous syllable was cut short.

He reached for her, pulling her hips tight against him before she could sense it and slithered his hand right into her pants, slipping into her panties and he cupped her hot flesh, rough.

"Now what were you saying?"