He wanted to humiliate her, wanted to gloat over her, wanted above all to have her acknowledge his superiority, his authority, over her.

Had he been able to do this at their first meeting he would have been satisfied; if he were able to do it now he would be pleased.
"It's none of your business what I thought," he said, leaning over the table and leering at her.

"I'm goin' to run things to suit myself, an' if you an' your grandpap an' your brother don't like my style you can pull your freight, pronto.

I'm goin' to boss this ranch.

Do you get me ?" She seemed amused.