When a Man Loves a Woman

Summary": Very dark fic about Dom finding Letty and the games they play to get back to one another

Rating: Severely M...you have been warned

A/N: I am really proud of this fic because its different than anything I've written thus far. I also want to give a shout out to MmmSuite... who read the entire fic while I was writing in and encouraged me when I was scared of the direction!

Lastly...this fic is completely done...I will post chapters as feedback inspires!


Dom sat weary and rugged starring at her house from across the street. He hadn't shaven in almost a week, his 5 o'clock shadow long turning into a full blown goatee and his head sporting short stubble.

His heart ached at the slow burning feeling that had consumed him when he realized God had been both merciful and cruel in the same breath.

When it came down the pipe that his dead soul mate was in fact living an easy breezy life in Spain, he got to her so quickly he couldn't remember if he'd travelled by plane or boat.

He'd take up residence in a loft across the street from her villa and had been watching her for 5 days now. He noted the olive tones in her skin that were purely from Mediterranean climate and her thin, toned body. Her hair was more stylish than he ever remembered it being while they were together; gone were the natural waves and curls, instead he found bone-straight, voluminous tresses.

It gnawed at his insides that she could be alive and perfectly healthy and not want to make that a known fact to him and the people who loved her.

The evening of the 5th day, he'd calmed himself enough to make his way to her front door.

When she swung the door open, staring at him, he realized she was furiously angry with him, before promptly shutting the door in his face.

He hadn't bothered to knock again, instead almost blowing his shoulder out as he broke it down, entering her home as though he were an intruder, and not the love of her life.

He'd never felt so unwelcome in all his years.

"You can leave. I don't want you here." she had commented, not bothering to turn and look at him as she continued walking down the hall away from him.

Away from him

He stalked after her, grabbing her roughly, throwing her into the couch. He straddled her legs as she kicked out at him, landing a foot in his stomach as he groaned, pinning her down.

She flailed her arms, her fists connecting to either side of his face is rapid succession before he grabbed them, pinning them above her head.

He wanted to rage back at her, release his own pain and anger and sorrow, but he held back, never wanting to hurt her again.

"Let me go!" she yelled, her body bucking under his until she realized she would never be able to get him off.

"Who are you?" he asked brokenly, his voice cracked and full of anguish.

"I'm the woman you left, Dominic. This is what you made me." She replied, breathing hard, trying to calm her blood as it coursed through her body.

"Why?" he managed to get out, trying to find reason as to why she'd allow him such pain.

"Why not? You didn't want me and for once in my life, I got to live for me. For Letty." She bit back, trying to wound him as deeply as he had done to her.

"I don't want you here. I don't want to be a part of your life Dom. I don't ever want to be that person ever again."

Dom released her so quickly, she almost cried out at the absence of his hands on her. He pulled his body off of her and sat beside her, his head resting back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling.

"I suffered every night I wasn't with you. I buried myself with you when you died. You couldn't make a fucking phone call to put me out of my misery?" he asked, fingers going to his eyes, squeezing.

"Misery loves company." She admitted sullenly, before standing to look over him. She noticed how run down he looked, how confused and broken. Her heart told her to take her words back, but the scars she bore advised her against it.

"I don't want you here. Leave!" she commanded, and at her words, he snorted.

"No." he answered evenly.

"Dominic!" She warned, her fists clenching and her body tensing.

"NO!" He roared, standing to look at her, eyes full of passion and equal fury.

"Just LEAVE! You're so good at it. No one's ever done it as best as you did. As a matter of fact, this time, you don't even need to sneak out like a coward. This time, I'll walk you to the front door!" she yelled, pushing him with all her might.

He retaliated by flipping her furniture over, punching holes in her walls as she wailed on him, her hands scratching and tearing at his flesh.

"Fucking leave!" She continued to holler, jumping onto his back, kicking and biting him as he knocked portraits from the walls, threw vases and put his foot through her television.

He grunted at the feel of her teeth on the side of his neck, pleasure bursting through him until she bit down harder, causing him to curse, attempting to pull her off of him.

"Got-dammit, Letty!" He howled, knocking her off his back and spinning to face her.

She ran at him pull speed, knocking him into the wall, her fist connecting with his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

Recovering, he grabbed at her, trying to stop her fist as he held her firm to his chest, both heaving in gulps of air.

Dom couldn't stop pure instinct from taking over as he pinned her back to the nearest wall, slanting his mouth over hers in a crazed kiss.

Letty tried to make it as uncomfortable as possible, biting brutally into his lip, drawing blood, but aside from groan in pain, he didn't pull back.

Instead he pushed harder.

When he felt her respond, he released her hands, kissing her wildly, eyes closed in relief.

Letty lost all will to fight, flinching as her body shuddered, managing to croak out 'just leave me already', before she found her pants and underwear gone.

He wasted no time in hooking his arms under her thighs, bringing his lips back to hers as he allowed himself to savor the taste of his mate.

He whispered the word 'no' into her mouth as he pushed into her, hissing at the feeling, instantly drenched in her elixir.

Her mouth and eyes opened at the feel of him, stretching her almost painfully as he pumped against her, almost in rhythm of his heartbeat. Their eyes locked and the unspoken words passed through the gazes were so intense, it brought tears to Letty's eyes.

He groaned as he continued his stroke, wanting to melt into her, show her he wouldn't ever let her go again.

As their mouths reconnected, he whispered her name into her lips, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck, trying to leverage herself against him.

He kept the pace, kissing her and looming into her eyes until she squeezed hers shut, careening over the edge of orgasm. He followed behind her, not letting her go. Instead he hoisted her further up his body, allowing her to wrap herself around him as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom.

Depositing her into the sheets, he crawled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress as he lay his head on her chest.

As his eyes began to close, he noticed a framed picture next to the bed of her and a man, kissing on the beach and his blood turned cold.

Within seconds, he was asleep, and she lay there, staring at the ceiling, tears spilling down the corners of her eyes and onto the bedding as she realized she was doomed to remain in love with him until it killed her for real.


TBC...wait until you see what direction this goes in...I'm excited for my readers!