He pulled back just as hard, surprised she'd lasted this long. He kept forgetting that she wasn't a blushing flower, no matter how many times she threatened him or tried to kill him. Oh yeah, she'd definitely had strong hands when she'd half-strangled him. Completely forgot about that little tidbit.
But he was still pulling, still yanking hard toward himself. His teeth were gritted but his eyes were bright--a game, it was just a game, they were playing his very favorite game.