Instead of shedding tears over her unrequited love's return like a normal girl, Marie got angry. Angry at herself for letting it affect her...angry at him for bothering to come back. She'd figured life out just fine without him and him being there only complicated her simple life.
Eat. Drink. Fuck.
That asshole. Who the fuck did he think he was?
The love of your fuckin' life, the Wolverine in her head thought.
She growled out loud and stomped over to her dresser to find some clothes to get dressed for the day. She hoped she wouldn't run into him.
That was the last thing she needed.
Of course, as always, the universe wasn't so kind to her.
As soon as she opened the door to the mansion, she saw him coming down the stairs, wearing the same scowl he always did. Marie turned her eyes to the floor and immediately redirected her footsteps toward the office.
"Kid...we gotta talk."
She pretended like she didn't hear him, so she kept walking.
Logan caught up to her and snatched her around to face him, "Hey, kid! I'm talkin' to you!"
Marie glared, "Then when you wanna talk to me, address me by my fuckin' name. Don't call me kid anymore, old man."
He smirked, "Wow. You're really a piece of work now, huh."
"Yeah. True original...we ask that you don't touch the art", she grumbled as she removed her arm from his grasp.
Logan shoved his hands in his pockets, "Look. I'm sorry about last night...maybe I shouldn't have...ya know...thrown you in the shower like that..."
Marie put her hand on her ear, "Wait...what was that? I think I just heard you apologize for being a complete dip shit."
"Don't push it."
She sighed and walked into the office, "Well, that's nice. When you want to apologize for being a self centered asshole, come see me and we might be able to talk like adults."
He followed her into the office and closed the door behind them, "I know what I did might have hurt you, but I'm not sorry for it! I did what I had to do and I'd do it again."
"Good! In fact, I think I should thank you! I've taken your life's philosophies on as my own and they are serving me well. I don't get hurt...I don't get attached, I just live. Why?" She tapped her pen to her temple, "All because of The Wolverine up here..."
Logan cringed visibly, "You can't live like that-"
"Why not? I'm fine now that I realize how stupid it is to depend on people...especially people like you."
Their conversation was cut short by a knock on the door. A group of children appeared with a stack of papers, "Ms. Munroe asked if you could make copies for her..."
Logan was prepared to snarl at the kids and scare them away, but Marie stepped forward, "Come on in. I'll take care of it. Logan was just leaving."
He walked back into the office that afternoon to find her getting ready to leave for the day, "What are you doin' leavin' so early?"
"I only work a half day on Saturdays."
He rocked back and forth on his heels a bit, "So...you're going home?"
Marie shoved her things into her bag and spoke without looking up, "Not your business." Logan grumbled something, causing her to look up, "I've survived just fine without you this past year, I really don't need you swooping in to rescue me from anything. You gave up that right."
She started to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm, "So you expect me to just let you go on like this?"
Marie snatched out of his grasp and growled in his face, inexplicably turning him on, "You have no right to 'let me' do anything. I said it before and I'll say it again...it's not your business."
She pushed past him and left, walking back to her townhouse to take a nap, then wake up and get ready for her usual nightly ritual.
A few hours later, Marie took a cab out closer to the city, where she found a promising looking bar with a less familiar crowd than she was used to. Maybe here, she'd find some fresh meat.
She sat at the bar, removed her coat and ordered a whiskey double before flashing her fake ID. She started to pull out her credit card to start a tab, but a large clawed hand slid a hundred dollar bill across the bar, "That should be enough to take care of her for the night Mo..."
Marie turned to come face to face with a large, burly man whose smile was anything but warm. He was the first man she'd met since Logan who wore muttonchops...
"Name's Victor...and you are?"
She took his hand, "Marie. You know you remind me of someone."
"Oh? Well that ain't exactly promising...unless you tell me you've been wanting to fuck that someone for as long as you can remember."
Marie pushed the stool out beside her, "Have a seat."
Victor did, then watched as she took a deep swig of her drink. He let out a chuckle, "Whoa. Never seen a chick down whiskey like that."
"Well Victor...I'm not your average chick", she purred as she ran a hand up his thigh.
Many men she'd done that to before typically jumped and grabbed her wrist in surprise, but Victor just grinned, showing off his impressive canines. Damn...he reminded her of Logan...
They finished their drinks, then went out to his truck. At first, she thought he was going to open the door for her, but he suddenly grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the passenger door before burying his nose in her hair and licking her ear, "Are you scared, Marie?"
The wetness between her thighs grew so quickly, she didn't even have time to register why, despite the fact that the Wolverine was freaking out a little inside of her head. Everything seemed wrong with this guy to the Logan in her head. He was screaming for her to knee him in the balls and run, but alas, Marie refused to listen to that. Maybe if the Logan in her brain hated the idea of sleeping with this guy, real Logan would find out and feel equally tormented by the knowledge.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she bit her lip, "No..."
Victor jerked his head back to look into her eyes at that response. She should be scared. He was a pretty frightening guy and her entire little neck fit within his grasp. She had to know that all he had to do to end her life was squeeze...but he smelled no lie on her and saw only lust and passion in her eyes.
As she felt his large, clawed thumb brush over the tender skin of her neck, she let out a soft moan and shuddered. Marie suddenly grabbed his face and yanked his lips down to hers for a hungry, passionate kiss.
Victor yanked her legs up and around his waist as he violently ground his hardened manhood against her panties beneath her skirt.
Marie arched and gasped as he dry humped her relentlessly against the truck, in front of anyone who had the misfortune to walk by them.
She yanked his face up, "Take me somewhere and fuck me."
Victor looked around, cursed, then opened the truck before practically throwing her in. He rushed around the front of the vehicle and climbed in, speeding off. During their ride, Marie pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt and tossed them onto his lap. He growled in approval before picking them up and stuffing them in his own pocket for safe keeping. She definitely wasn't going to get those back.
Ten minutes later, he pulled up to the front of a small house set a ways off the road.
As soon as the truck came to a stop, Marie reached over and unfastened the buckles and buttons on his pants, then yanked out his hard on. She started to lower her mouth onto it, but he pushed her head back, grabbed her hips and yanked her onto his lap. She pressed against his chest as she felt the wet lips of her pussy brush against the tip of his erection, "Protection?"
He grinned sinisterly. He didn't use protection...he didn't have to. His healing factor made him completely unsusceptible to diseases.
Victor grasped her hips and yanked her down, immediately impaling her on his cock as he hissed in pleasure, "Hope you're on the pill..."
Luckily, she was.
Victor snarled in pleasure as she gasped and began roughly rolling her hips onto him.
Marie put her palms against the roof of the truck for leverage as she intensified the speed and depth of her movements. In response, he growled and gripped onto her ass, his nails leaving marks and cuts on her soft flesh.
Victor gritted his teeth and came with the force of a thousand trains as he roared at the sky.
The pain of his nails against her skin only maximized her pleasure as she screamed out and threw her head back, cumming hard as her ass hit the steering wheel, honking the horn.
Marie's movements gently slowed to a complete halt as she panted and ran a hand through her hair. Victor snatched her face back down to his and kissed her hungrily before she looked down into his eerily familiar hazel eyes.
She blinked and shook her head to destroy the connection her brain was building between Victor and Logan before sliding off of him and landing ungracefully in the passenger seat, "I should go."
Victor smirked, "Come in for a second. I'll take you home."
Marie eyed him cautiously for a second before nodding and opening the truck door, "OK."
He let her into his house and directed her to the couch, "I'm just gonna go clean up. You can wait there."
Victor disappeared to the back of the house for several minutes. In fact, he was gone for so long, she thought something might be wrong, so she stood and began cautiously venturing toward the back of the house, "Victor?"
He suddenly appeared in the door way, completely naked, "I did some thinkin'...and I don't think I'm ready to take you home just yet."
Marie raised her eyebrows at his body. Phew...she wouldn't mind doing that again.
Before she had the opportunity to say anymore, he rushed her and slammed her up against the nearest wall, yanking her jacket off her shoulders and ripping her shirt open. He roughly squeezed at her breasts before running his hands down her body and roughly spinning her around.
He licked up the center of her back, then up her neck. She gasped and hissed when he bit down on her neck. Victor used his nails to cut her bra from her body, then walked her over to the couch, where he promptly bent her over and aimed his cock up with her entrance.
She threw her head back and screamed when he wasted no time in plunging his entire length into her.
His pace was fast, rough and erratic. Her entire body violently jerked and jiggled from his relentless thrusts as she let out soft, helpless pants of pleasure.
Victor ran a hand up her side, leaving a few more light welps on her skin before reaching up and gathering her hair in his hand, using it as a type of reign to drive into her harder and faster.
"Oh god! Oh god!" she wailed as she felt the familiar rising of another orgasm.
He slammed into her one last time before emptying himself inside of her. Marie's eyes rolled closed as her drained body fell forward on the couch. She laid there, completely unable to find the energy to stand or move, so she stayed there, obscenely sprawled out on the couch as Victor stood leering over her, grinning as she fell into a deep slumber.
Marie awoke with a start the next day in her own bed. At first, she thought what happened to her the night before was nothing more than a deliciously lewd dream...but one look under the covers at her tattered clothes and marked body was the indication that she had been with the mysterious sex god, Victor.
She rolled over to find a note on her pillow. It read...
"Found your address in your purse on your real ID. If I want more, I know where to find you."
The last little part sent a shiver up her spine. Victor did seem a bit volatile. The bite and scratch marks on her body were proof enough for that...
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of her front door opening. She relaxed only slightly when she heard Logan's voice call from downstairs, "Marie?"
She plopped back in bed and closed her eyes, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Marie covered her body when she heard him come up the stairs. He stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking around and sniffing, "What the-what's that smell?"
She rolled her eyes, "What smell?"
"Who was with you last night?"
She rubbed her face, "Again. Not. Your. Business."
Logan took a few steps closer to her and scrunched up his face, "That smell..."
"Would you please go away?"
He suddenly snatched the covers off. In the brief moment it took for her to snatch her covers back over her body, he saw the bite mark, tattered clothes and red welps. He suddenly growled, "Who the fuck did this to you?"
"A god among men", she said, squirming delightfully beneath her covers. She knew it wasn't necessary, but she thought it would be fun to make Logan uncomfortable.
He sucked his teeth, "Christ, Marie...do you always allow guys to do this to you?"
Marie shrugged, "Nope. He was the first...but dammit, he was good. I'd sacrifice a couple more outfits for what I had last night."
"What kind of a sick fuck bites a girl he fucks?"
She laughed and hopped out of the bed, temporarily distracting him with her partial nakedness, "You! You forget I got some of your memories, mister!"
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