Marc Junior raised an eyebrow in alarm. He reached out for her hand, ignoring the vigorous flow of blood at just one touch.

"What are you doing?" She quarried, her eyes darting between him and her hand frantically.

She was slowly pulled to where he was standing. She followed. It was the only reaction her pounding heart and dry mouth allowed. When she was nestled in between his legs, he whispered, "Sit down Chocolate." Her body immediately obeyed what she wanted to deny. A drop on his knee and he was kneeling in front of her. She avoided looking into his eyes. He touched her chin, "Chocolate, please, look at...