Lust smiled, "An ant under my boot." she didn't care about his name or who he was. Did it make a difference? People always just associated desire with Lust. But they never thought of the consequences that came with it. They never thought of the pain of pleasure and they never thought of how desire could bring a man to the brink of madness and obsession.
There were a great many things that Lust would put up with, even enjoy. She watched him lick the knife but his next action was a big mistake. Her body was human so cut her and she'd bleed which he could easily see. But Lust hated to be marked in any way. That was a big no-no because it damaged her beauty and well, she just could not have that. Since he was holding her wrist, he'd feel a surge go through her, pure rage crash through her system and it was an overload for his senses as well.
He only had one wrist it left one side of her body free and two things happened, one following on the other's heels. First her knee shot up to connect with his groin and she looked slender but he'd had a taste of her strength when she was angry, that was nothing compared to now where it'd feel like a cement block would get him in the jewels and her fist also went in a flying uppercut to see if she could connect and break his jaw. Or maybe get him to bite off that slimy tongue that was sticking out. She liked playing games but Jack broke the rules.