Summary: The sequel to Desire.

Rating: NC-17 at times but alright for the most part.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, the Tribe and the characters and the property of Cloud 9 and Mr. Thomas.

Chapter Three

A car pulled up at the curb of a large skyscraper and a beautiful woman got out and looked around, "So this is going to be my business from now on? This had better be worth it", the figures accented purr trickled into the surrounding air.

Even as she looked around at the place in all of its apparent beauty there was a small voice in the back of her mind which screamed at her to run, to get back in the car and to get out of there as fast as she possibly could, but she knew, deep down that that was no longer an option.

For years she had been a prisoner to Ram's games and plots, never knowing what to do or say in order to avoid incurring his wrath yet nothing had worked. She had slept with him, been his bitch, seduced a man that he wanted to work for him and made her lover believe that she did not love him … that had been the worst.

Ever since the moment that she had said that she no longer loved him, that she had cut him out of her life, she had never known even one moment of peace or had a second of sleep in which his image did not haunt her. His dark skin, his gorgeous eyes, his body … everything about him was embedded on her mind so that there was no escape from him.

Ram had noticed the difference in her, she knew that. That was why he had got rid of her, sending her up north to one of his houses where no one would ever find and had taken a new wife but the point was that finally Ram had slipped up. Never having divorced her officially as he liked to have a hold over her his new marriage had been rendered invalid making her his next of kin so she had inherited everything after his death.

That was why she could not leave. Not only because she would loose money if she did but also because she felt the need to prove herself. To prove that there was something about her that would help her to survive in the world without having to manipulate a man in order to achieve her aims.

There was still something about the idea of taking over her departed husband's company which made caused an involuntary tremor of terror to shoot down her spin as she wanted nothing more than to run and hide but she had been doing that for far too long and knew that the only choice for her now was to stand strong and to make sure that she accomplished everything that she wanted to.

Java's determination was really quite commendable as it was this factor of her personality which allowed her to so entirely dominate the proceedings of the company for a full half an hour until she saw him …

She had been sitting doing paper work when she had heard her door open, at first she bad paid no attention to it as she assumed that it was only her secretary going in and out with papers but when after a few moments she heard no voice beseeching her attention or movement she looked up interested.

His presence filled the room; making her skin tingle in such a way that she wondered how she had ever not realised that it was him. She did not know how to react. Her heart ached for him, just as it had the day that she pushed him away yet she was afraid of his reaction.

A slow cruel smirk flickered across Mega's features as he surveyed his former lover with a sadistic satisfaction. Her once girlish charm had been increased by womanhood making her the most attractive woman that he had ever seen. His eyes pursued her shapely business suit practically scorching through it to gaze upon the tender flesh below. He could hardly wait to taste her once more, to hear her whimpering pleas and groans of pleasure. he wanted her to be: weak, defenceless and most of all his to do with as he pleased.

He had lost her once because he had been too nice and let her believe that she had a choice about being with him and while he had never planned this, in fact he had always sworn that he would have nothing to do with her again but now that he was in front of her he knew that he simply had to have her.

"What is the matter Java? I've never known you be this silent before, I never could find your mute button, however hard I looked. In fact the only buttons that I ever found seemed to make you scream so much louder", he asked, using his crude comments to taught her.

Java shifted uncomfortably as the temperature in the room seemed to become uncomfortably hot under his penetrating stare, yet she would not allow herself to look week in front of him. As she was planning a chilling opening she heard his words and that was it.

Rage took Java over, as she screamed, "How dare you disgusting, ungrateful no good …" Storming around the other side of her desk to where he was and raising her hand in order to strike him.

He had scored; he had got her off balance the second that she had lost her cool, now to keep her that way. Before she could strike him he grasped her hand and held it to his mouth, kissing her palm. While his first reaction was to threaten what he would do to her if she ever tried to slap him again he had realised that the best way to get at her would be to be calm.

Smiling smugly he kept eye contacted with her as he licked her fingers. He registered every quiver of her lip and every moan which she forced herself to keep suppressed.

Before she knew what was happening, his warm teasing mouth massaged her delicious skin in a movement of passion and desire. Her hands gripped his head desperately trying to guide his further down the valley between her needy breasts. She had never felt anything quite like this before, she was not sure if it was the fact that he was teasing her to the point of submission or if absence really did make the heart grow fonder but finally she gave into him.

Her hands dropped to her sides and her body bent back across the table in order to grant him better access. No harmful shred of pride was left to sate the eruption of a moan for her full lips as relaxations swept over her.

There was just something about the way that his gentle touch teased her which made her want to give into his every whim, like what she had done to men in the old days. Like what she had taught him to do.

Her eyes snapped open from their half mast position and she raised her head from the desk to see his mouth latched onto her right nipples. His eyes dancingly with mischief, mirroring the actions of his tongue which had her panting yet there was no mistaking the feel of his teeth against her tender bundle of nerves through her thin top.

He did not bite. He did not have to. He had succeeded in what he wanted, she was scared, she anticipated his bite, the pain that it would cause and tortured herself through doing so far more than the bite ever would have done so.

For years he had wondered how he would react if he ever saw her, if he would digress into the pitiful little boy that he had been when she had first met him but now he knew. He had a new aim in life, to make her submit to his ever whim. Once upon a time he had thought that he was in love with her and missed her every second that she was away from him but now he knew what he wanted. He did not want some relationship; he was not built for that. He wanted Java to be his property, and his only. And by Zeus he would have her.