"Caroline as a courtesan and Klaus is one of her clients, he gets too possessive so she lets him go because he scares away her other clients and then Klaus decides to kidnap her."

This is probably extremely inaccurate in terms of history so you know, if those things bother you, then I wouldn't read and this is mainly just angry sex so yeah, rated M for a reason. Also, he doesn't kidnap her so sorry!

*Warnings for couples other than K/C though it is extremely brief.*

- Shauna! xo

"You can't do that," Caroline growled at him, white teeth gleaming in the light.

"And why's that, little love?" Klaus snapped right back at her as he crowded her against the wall at her back, pressing his hips into hers as he pressed against every inch of her.

"You know what."

"Caroline-"

"No," she bit out. "I'm not yours and I never will be."

He raised an eyebrow at her, though he was still growling at her, "Is that so?"

"Yes," she hissed. "So stop acting like a-"

She cut herself off on a deep moan as her head tipped backwards, Klaus' lips nipping at her throat and his teeth biting her luscious skin, tongue soothing it over immediately afterwards.

"Klaus," she brokenly gasped out, voice high pitched as she moaned out his name. "You're going to leave a mark."

"Good," he growled against her.

"No-"

"Yes," he hisses, hips rocking enthusiastically to meet hers as she spreads her legs slightly, meeting the heat of her.

Soon enough, he has her skirts pushed up out of his way (with little objections from her) and his bottoms are pushed down just far enough to free his aching erection. He pushes slowly inside her and pauses when he's buried to the hilt. He has a death grip on her thighs as he encourages them to encircle his waist, gritting his teeth with the effort not to move.

"Now, Caroline," he begins, hips rotating in figures of eight while he's still buried inside her and then pulling out so only the tip remains.

Her eyes are dilated as they gaze up at him, blues turning into dark blacks as she bites her lip, thighs clenching around him.

"I want you to tell me," he thrusts back in so slowly it's practically torturous. "That you're mine."

"No. No, Klaus," she tells him though her voice has taking on a shaking tone and she's biting her lip in contemplation as he freezes inside her.

"No?" he raises his eyebrow. "Okay, then."

He begins to pull back, his intentions clear.

"Yes. God, I mean yes, Klaus," her head is flung back as she rotates her hips to meet his, trying to encourage him to thrust back into her.

He grins, lips moving languidly against her throat as he places a row of kisses there, thrusts gradually increasing in pace.

"Say you're mine," he rasps against her throat, the words an order as he bites harshly into her skin, groaning at her taste.

"I don't belong-", she cuts herself off on a groan, his name falling from her lips as he grinds dirtily into her. "God, Klaus."

He's still got a huge grin on his lips as he increases the pace of his thrusts, feeling how close she is from the way she clenches tightly around her cock.

"That's it, Klaus," she's groaning out his name repetitively and her hand is suddenly sneaking down to where their two bodies are entwined together.

He snarls, pushing her hand out of the way and pinning them above her head with a ferocious expression on his face.

"No," he tells her, pumping in and out of her erratically. "This is mine to give you and mine alone."

She's a vision, Klaus thinks with the picture makes. Her head is thrown back and her blue eyes are closed tightly shut (though, he knows if she opened them they'd be pitch black with her arousal) with her breasts swaying enticingly in her corset, heaving up and down. Her mouth is parted into an oval shape as she moans loudly, her continuous moans of "Klaus" and "Oh" turning him on more than he ever though possible.

Then, she's suddenly clenching around him and he knows she's about to climax around him so he slows down, coming to a gradual stop inside her.

"Klaus," she growls, clearly frustrated as she glares at him.

"Say you're mine," he pleads, vulnerability spreading across his dynamic features.

"Klaus-"

"Because I'm yours," he tells her slowly. "I have been for longer than I care to admit."

Her eyes are soft when she directs his attention back to her face, hands gripping onto his face so that she can look at him properly just like she did before-

-His eyes are glued to the sight in front of him, unable to look away but wanting to do so more than anything.

Caroline. His Caroline being fucked by another man.

Her skirts are yanked up below her chest and her leads are spread wide open while another man drives into her, again and again and again, grunting as he chases his release. Klaus briefly recognizes him as Lord Lockwood.

Caroline's eyes are wide and open as they stare back at him, her lips pressed tightly together like she's trying not to speak as he stares. Probably right. She's probably trying to not scream out the man's name as she does in ecstasy like she does with him. The thought has his eyes darkening.

She opens her mouth to speak but he's finally figured out how his legs work and he races out of their as fast as his legs will carry him, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.-

She presses a long, lingering kiss and when she pulls back, there are tears glittering along her cheeks.

"I can't."

Her teary tone breaks his heart a little bit.

He nods stiffly and pulls back to detach himself, slipping out of her and trying not to notice how she winces. He has tucked himself back into his trousers and is about to stride out of the room when Caroline finally reaches towards him, fingers digging into his waist as she cries out, "Wait!"

Sighing, he breathes through his nose and his tone is more harsh than he intends, "What do you want, Caroline?"

"I just-" she sighs, cutting herself off before starting again, "I just want you to comprehend the roles and responsibilities I have-."

"Responsibilities?" he hisses. "Caroline, you're selling your body. You have no connections to those men."

"Exactly," she confirms, voice wobbling slightly and he knows she's upset that he just basically called her a whore. "I have responsibilities to stay alive."

Now, he's confused, "What?"

She's sighing as she replies, "You're from an extraordinarily wealthy family with status, Klaus. You have no idea what it's like to be me. I have to do this, be this way with men to survive. Do you honestly think I like being a whore?"

His eyes darken as she calls herself a whore. He didn't like anyone speaking that way about Caroline. Not even herself.

"So that's what this is about?" he asks her, voice quiet in his own insecurity. "You just need the wealth?"

Her eyes are wide and confused as they direct back to his, "What else would it be?"

He hesitates in replying for a second but that seems to be enough for Caroline.

"Oh, Klaus."

She runs her hand through his long hair, peering up at him from beneath her lashes and a brilliant smile is suddenly overtaking her beautiful face, "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything."

He grins, pouncing on her and lifting her chin up with his finger to press a soft kiss against her lips which soon becomes heated, his tongue slipping into her mouth slyly.

However, she abruptly pulls pack with a hand pressed firmly on his chest and a serious expression on her face.

His eyebrows push together, "What?"

"This doesn't change anything," she tells him slowly.

"What?"

"Klaus, it's exactly the same situation," she sighs. "Nothing can change."

"It can," he insists. "You're mine and I'm yours. You don't need them. Besides, I have more money than I know what to do with."

She's still shaking her head at him, though, "I don't want it to be like that. Not with you."

"But you'd fuck other men behind my back?" his tone is incredulous as he stares at her.

"I don't have a choice," she mumbles as she stares down.

"How about you just let me take care of you?" he proposes, hand stroking her cheek lightly. "Just for now."

"Okay.

"Okay," he smiles, bringing their lips closer together and smirking as she lets out a needy groan against him.

"Now," she says, almost casually as he grips his hips to pull him back into the cradle of her greedy thighs. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

"You know if any other man heard you talking out of turn like that-"

"Klaus," she groans, bringing his lips towards hers, forcefully. "Just fuck me."

"With pleasure," he hisses, burying himself back into her addicting heat and looses himself in the feel of her as she clenches around his cock.

Soon enough, she's coming with his name on her lips and is dragging his own orgasm from him. He collapses against her as he struggles to maintain his breathing, her previously having slumped against the wall.

He barely has enough sense left to carry her to the bed but he manages, nose sniffing into her hair as he pulls her into him.

"I was serious before, you know," he starts, a teasing note in his voice. "If any other man did-"

"Klaus," she groans, hand flaffing him slightly to push him away slightly.

"My love," he sighs as she twists towards him, their hands entangled on her thigh.

"And mine."