Hawk proves hopelessly inept at the Hungarian lessons Sheena has been patiently trying to teach him. The moment he admits his true motive—that the classes were nothing more than a clumsy pretext to sleep with her—her temper erupts. No one insults Sheena’s intelligence or squanders her time without consequence. In an instant she surges forward, overwhelming him with crushing holds, relentless scissors, merciless strikes to his most sensitive areas, tight squeezes that leave him gasping, and the suffocating press of her body until every defiant thought has been beaten out of him. By the end he understands, in the most unforgettable way possible, exactly what happens when you cross her.
