The horrendous cramps that struck Laney less than two hours after Boris' declaration took some of the bite out of his point. Unless he wanted to become a complete monster, Boris couldn't touch Laney, except to offer her comfort. If she weren't in such terrible pain, Laney would have enjoyed the irony of his consistently being denied the prize he was so sure he would have once he got her on board the cargo ship.
She watched from her position curled in a tight ball on the bed as the giant man paced like a caged bear from one end of the cabin to the other. She had both arms wrapped tightly around her middle as wave after wave of burning hot coals crashed against her insides, searing and tearing at her. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Tell me you are doing this to stop me from touching you again?" Boris demanded in a growl, coming to a halt in front of her and looking down at her with a look of helpless frustration.