No. John can't resist.

Kiss.

Kiss.

Bastian wants me to kiss him.

John began to hyperventilate, anger and shame rising up within him. He struggled to break free of Bastian's grip... but then his eyes fell on Elaine, who was watching them with bemusement, unsuspecting. Elaine was watching. Someone else was watching.

"I never contradict my man in public."

And then, John remembers Margaret's "gift." Her curse.

"This man... well, former man, promised he'd marry me when we were kids, but conveniently forgot about it when he felt I was no longer his ideal woman. Well I'm going to make sure from now on that her word is her bond -- what she says she'll do, she'll be bound to do."

Kiss.

Kiss.

Bastian wants a kiss.

My fiancé demanded a kiss.

John's lips parted, and a helpless mewling sound emerged. Then she turned around, stared up at the man she hated the most in this world. And then he...

Then she...

Kissed him full on the lips.

Almost instantly Bastian's tongue slipped inside. John's eyes widened in protest but then shut as he moaned involuntarily as the bigger man invaded her mouth, her entire body arcing with electric pleasure like she had never ever felt before...

"MMmmn...~!"

And then his arms were around her, one large, calloused hand groping her full ass and it's all John can do not to scream, to do no more than to gasp into the mouth of her assailant, her body so sensitive (Teresa's curse!) she feels like just from this she was going to.... going to ...