"I'm not your pet," he said. She knew despite how easily he came running when she called like a dog on her leash, he still could be fine all on his own. It may not have been as easy in the beginning, but Greed had mastered himself. He knew how to work with every face he could turn. His hands grabbed her face, forcing the next kiss because he was still just as angry. Mad sex with Pride was golden, but Lust wasn't going to hit him with cheap shots. He had his own domineering streak.