Of course, he wasn't so foolish as to believe that in one day she had completely overridden her hatred and dislike of him. She knew that and felt it, too, that slight disbelief as she'd moaned his name and let him handle her how he wanted, pulling her legs over his shoulders, almost bending her in half as he pushed and pushed, groaning, his head falling back in pleasure, but his greed and lust always won out in the end. She pushed him onto his back and rode him hard, grinding herself against him; his hands bruising her hips, his mouth wrenching open to gasp and moan.