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back
up.  “I think you want me to hurt you.”
    She
blanched, but met his gaze squarely.  “What I want is for you to let me
go.”
    “That’s
not going to happen.”  Dirt and carpet fibers now clung to the
capsule.  “I should make you take this one.”  Instead, he pitched it
into the plastic wastebasket beside the bed.
    When
he produced a second from his pocket, she set her chin defiantly.  “I’m
not taking it.”
    “That’s
what you think.”  Intending to force the capsule into her mouth, he shoved
her back onto the mattress.  Before he could pin her, she wedged her knees
between them, shoved him off, and rolled in the opposite direction.
    He
lunged for her.  Quick as a striking snake, her arm shot out.  Again
caught off guard, he barely managed to block the blade of her hand from
connecting with his throat.  She’d clearly had some sort of self-defense
training.
    As
they struggled, he found himself somewhat hampered by holding the capsule in
one hand, and by the fact that he didn’t want to inadvertently hurt her. 
Avoiding another blow, he sprawled atop her, using his own weight to pin her to
the bed.
    Suddenly
he was wrestling a  hissing, spitting wildcat.  She was fast,
stronger than he would’ve imagined, and as hard to get a grip on as an
eel.  As they grappled in a tangle of flailing limbs, she punched, kicked,
clawed, and once nearly managed to sink her teeth into his wrist before he
twisted free of her grasp.
    When
he swung a leg up and over to straddle her, her knee shot toward his
groin.  He jerked his hips back, sucking in a breath in anticipation of
the pain that, fortunately, never arrived as she missed his testicles by a mere
hair’s breadth.  “Knee me in the balls and I’ll take my belt to your ass.”
    Despite
his threat, he was somewhat disconcerted to realize he was immensely enjoying
their struggles.  However, when she swung an elbow around, driving it into
the side of his head hard enough to make his ears ring, he’d finally had
enough.  Flipping her onto her stomach, he drew back and administered a
stinging slap to one cheek of her ass.
    She
yelped and instantly stopped struggling.  “ Ow-w-w!   That hurt! ”
    “I
intended it to.  Are you going to take the fucking pill?”
    “No!”
    When
she tried to roll over onto her back, he pinned her face down on the
mattress.  Reaching up over their heads, she grabbed hold of the top of
the ski mask and pulled, blinding him as the eyeholes shifted up onto his
forehead.  He grabbed the mask with one hand and locked the other around
her bruised wrist.  With his mouth close to her ear, he whispered through
the knit fabric, “Do you remember what I said would happen to you if you saw my
face?”
    After
a moment’s hesitation, she released her grip.  When he started to tug the
mask back into place, she took advantage of his momentary blindness to ram an
elbow into his gut, hard enough to make his breath whoosh out.  As
he doubled over, she scrambled out from under him.  Still blinded by the
ski mask, he managed to lock one hand around an ankle and haul her back. 
Throwing himself on top of her, he pinned her to the mattress, allowing his
full weight to hold her immobile.
    “Get
off me,” she gasped.
    “Shut
up.”  He tugged the mask back into position, then raised himself onto his
elbows, taking most of his weight off her chest.  As she squirmed beneath
him, he realized he had a full erection.  It pressed into the juncture of
her thighs and, without consciously intending to do so, he thrust against
her.  She abruptly stopped struggling, to lay stiff as a statue.
    They
remained in that position for several moments, faces only inches apart as they
gazed into one another’s eyes.  Neither spoke, although neither could
ignore the erection sandwiched between them, huge and throbbing with a life of
its own.  His eyes locked onto her mouth, wondering what it would be like
to kiss her.  She was breathing in