She had expected so much; after all, her response had been designed to give him what he wanted to hear. But to see it put in stark reality, that was too much for her to bear. She had known with his expected response from her that he did not feel as strongly towards her as she did towards him, that their physical relationship had always been just that to him. But it hurt to have all doubt pushed away by his next reaction, to see him shrug off her feelings and move in, once more, for the kill.

She felt as if she was going to be sick.

His hands under her slip felt cold, numbing, and she barely suppressed the shudder that passed through her when he had her on her back, his form looming over her. She could not deny her purely physical attraction to him but the overwhelming disdain was enough to have a bitter taste rising in her mouth.

She realized then how little she was capable of this when no feeling was behind it, and knew then she could never be one of those girls to whom sex would be meaningless.

Sighing against his mouth, Anjali found herself pouring every iota of disappointed emotion into the kiss, fresh tears stinging at the backs of her eyes. This would be her fate, and there was nothing she could do but to accept it. Her breath hitched when he drew back from her, her eyes sliding shut at his hand sliding to her hip.

"You're free then," he whispered at length against the expanse of her throat. "Come away with me"

She jerked back from him, her green eyes wide when they held his own. There was bitterness that lifted in her gaze then, and she found herself pushing against him. Her hand fought against his arm when she managed dispassionately, Why, tonight isnt enough to satisfy you? What if we go more than one round?

Turning her face away from his as she struggled, she swore, Let me go, Justin-

Her anger with him knew no bounds then.