Chapter 9

If that was her issue then, as far as he was concerned, it was a non-issue. Though… Anciana's last comment had piqued his interest. "What do you mean, Ciana, with someone like me?" He asked curiously, pulling away from her delicious skin in order to stare intently into her face. "Someone famous? Someone extremely larger than you? Handsome as the devil?"

Oh yes, he was an arrogant man and he could see she was struggling with the words. Cupping her face gently but firmly in his hands, he bent down and kissed her, swallowing whatever it was she was trying to say, letting her know with actions that it would be good between them. Good was likely an understatement; he was banking on explosive.

All she could do was kiss him back, her hands gripping his shoulders before wrapping around his neck, soft mewls escaping her. He made her feel beautiful, wanted and desired…what the hell was her problem? However, what he'd said bothered her and Anciana managed to break the kiss, his hands still holding her face.

"I…I don't care…about how much money you have. I know that's not why I married you." She had to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her body trembled against him in both desire and uncertainty. Mark had nailed what she'd been thinking – he was handsome as the devil and those eyes…they were filled with devilish intentions for her. "Your size is…intimidating. I'm really small compared to you, so that is kinda of nerve-wracking…and you are…you're gorgeous, okay?" She was out of his league completely and, yet somehow, they wound up married.

Gorgeous, she had called him gorgeous; that was entirely new, a definite first. Mark had been called many things, but gorgeous was not one of them. A small girl, back when he had been starting out, had finally grown his hair and then like an idiot, permed it because it had been the thing, had called him 'pwetty', but gorgeous was new. Mark blinked away his surprise, pressing his forehead against hers and inhaled deeply.

"I want you, Ciana." He growled bluntly, letting the desire lace his tone, letting her hear it, before running his nose down along the side of her face, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth.

When she moved her head, he gripped her neck, keeping his eyes fastened on hers while he traced the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip, his free hand moving down slowly to rest on her inner thigh. Agony…that was the ONLY word to describe how Anciana felt as Mark continued his advances on her. That tongue was evil…she had experienced it firsthand while camping in their tent. Mark had made her climax so many times, Anciana lost count after 50, truthfully. He had spent hours showering her with kisses and love, but when it came time to do the actual deed, to actually have sex, she denied him.

Sure, she had reciprocated the foreplay with both interest and gusto, wanting to make him feel as good as he made her. Sucking him off had been…interesting…because he was a lot bigger than she realized, especially hard. She'd only been able to fit half of his girth in her mouth and her jaw hurt the next morning from it. They had seen each other completely stark naked and tasted each other, doing everything EXCEPT actual sex.

"Oh god…" Her thoughts left her the moment his fingers began stroking her sex beneath her shorts and panties, his eyes still locked on her. "Mark, I don't think now…mmm…now is…a…" The words faltered and fell from her lips as his large fingers began pumping in and out of her, his mouth sealing to hers.

"Now is perfect," He murmured against her lips, feeling her hips begin to move in time with his fingers.

Her mind was saying no, but her body was eventually going to demand she give in and he would be helping her along the way. The road to hell would be paved with intimacy. They were completely alone, but he was still muffling her moans and cries and he could feel her slick walls clenching around his fingers, moving his thumb so he could manipulate her clit.

"Cum for me, Ciana," He ordered in a lusty baritone, gently biting at her bottom lip. "Give in."

"No…I can't…I want to, but…" Anciana kept shaking her head, even as her body betrayed her and gave Mark exactly what he wanted, what he craved. "Oh, Mark!" Her soft cry echoed around the kitchen; Anciana was very glad Patricia and the rest of the nurses were gone or else they would've heard what was currently going on.

Before she knew what was happening, her shorts and panties were off with Mark working her body into a frenzy with those skillful fingers of his. Her head was swimming, in a passion haze and her fingers buried in his hair as he knelt down in front of her. Even with her on the counter, his face was perfectly level with her sex and Anciana cried out again the moment his tongue touched her.

Even if he had to use his mouth and tongue for hours on end to get his way, it wouldn't be a chore. She was delicious. She was clean, well groomed, and tasted like ambrosia. In a bed would have been preferable, but the fact of the matter was: Anciana was taking this therapy thing seriously and the fact she had brought up sexual counseling was… problematic. Mark would support her of course, that's what a good husband did, but the reality was, she needed to be dissuaded from that course. Binding her physically and emotionally to him was the key to that and her body was BEGGING for attention. It was her mind that was the problem. He had absolutely no problem breaking her body, bending it to his will; he knew the mind would follow after.

The alarm bells ringing in her head slowly began diminishing, fading away in the far recesses of her mind. However, there was only so much gas in the tank and Anciana didn't want to waste all of it on foreplay. She had no idea how long Mark kept her planted on that counter, devouring her with his sinful mouth, but eventually, he pulled away to rise to his full height. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and her breathing erratic. He kissed her hard, delving in his tongue in her mouth and Anciana once again snaked her arms around his neck, feeling her backside leave the counter. Her legs had wrapped around his waist instinctively as they kept kissing and touching.

"Y-You're not making this e-easy for me…" She mumbled in a stammer against his mouth before he kissed her again, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom. "Mark…"

That was the point. It wasn't exactly like she had made things easy on him either. It was hard being committed to one woman. A beautiful woman with crystalline blue eyes, sun-kissed hair and a body he would murder other men for, just to make sure it was his and his alone. Once in the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind them and deposited her on the bed, peeling off his own tank top. Mark towered over her in nothing except his jeans and his erection was really testing the material tonight, his darkened gaze drinking her in. The only thing she had left on was her top and he could see her juices -what he hadn't caught with his tongue -glistening on her thighs. Licking his lips, he moved so he was kneeling between her spread legs, bending down to trace those areas with his tongue, growling hungrily.

"But therapy…"

Anciana could barely hear the alarm bells now and sprawled back on the bed as he licked the juices from her thighs, moaning. She was ready and willing, for the first time since being brought here from the hospital. Anciana watched as Mark's mouth left her thighs to kiss up her body, dragging the material of her tank top up with each kiss. She sat up long enough to remove it along with her bra, those emerald stones nothing more than dark forest green pools.

"Mark…" Bringing his mouth down on hers, Anciana pulled him on top of her as they kissed almost brutally, the need for each other far greater than anything on this planet. "Please…" She wasn't sure what she was begging for, whether it was for him to take pity on her and stop making her senses reel or to take her to heights only she knew they could reach together. Just as he shed his jeans and slid the tip of his cock up and down her quivering slit, they heard a voice that was unfamiliar to Anciana, but VERY to Mark.

"Ohh Deadman, I'm here!" It was Paul.

"W-Who is that?" Anciana asked breathlessly, the passion haze diminishing from her mind and she immediately pulled the comforter up over her body while her husband looked ready to either scream or kill.

He had been RIGHT THERE! Mark had felt the heat of her, engulfing just a fraction of him and then that shrill, fat bastard had… "A dead man walking…" He growled, tearing himself away from her and began stuffing his legs back into his jeans. Mark was going to reach underneath those chin folds, find that fat neck and squeeze the life out of the old man.

"I'm not coming up those stairs, Taker!"

"Because you're too fucking fat!" He bellowed after opening the door. Instead of being offended, Paul began giggling and he rolled his eyes, slamming the door and turning to look at his wife, his eyes venomous though it wasn't aimed at her. "That is a coworker of mine and a very old friend…" Of sorts. And why that bastard was here… Mark was guessing he wanted to come see the fruits of their destruction. Her. "I'll go… get him settled. He always stays a day or so when he comes by." Then, Mark needed to go splash ice water on his balls.

All Anciana could do was nod mutely, watching him storm out of the bedroom and looked down at herself, immediately flying into the bathroom. So close…no, scratch that…she'd already surrendered to him down in the kitchen, even as the faint words left her lips, trying to stop him from pleasuring her. Now that she was alone again, Anciana let a few tears slip down her cheeks, her body trembling from being denied, yet again, what it wanted. Mark. She wanted Mark in every way possible and had been ready, willing, to give into him.

"Shower, I need a shower…" Wiping the tears away, Anciana stepped under the sprays and made them cold, planting both of her hands on the shower wall as they beat down on her.

What was her problem?

Did she not like sex or something?

"You looked irritated, what's got- HEY!" Paul let out a very feminine squeal when he was actually physically lifted by two hands on his shoulders. He began kicking his short legs, aiming for Taker's thighs – not the balls, that'd get him killed.

"How dare you come uninvited and unannounced, old man."

Paul had, in all fairness, tried wrangling an invite from his Phenom, but Taker hadn't done it. He got the impression he was hiding Anciana away for now. "Your wife may see you." He cautioned, seeing the viciousness in those acidic eyes burn even brighter before going blank. Paul was back on solid ground and brushed off the shoulders of his now rumpled shirt. "Temper, temper."

"Push your luck, Paul; eventually, you'll regret it."

An hour later, Anciana felt back to normal and dressed in fresh undergarments with a tank top and shorts, her everyday wear when she was at home. Sometimes she opted for jeans, but…for the most part, because of the Texas heat, it was shorts. Padding down the stairs, Anciana heard voices coming from the kitchen and her curiosity made her go in that direction. She stood in the doorway, just out of sight, and listened in as Mark proceeded to berate his 'coworker and friend' for interrupting what would've been an explosive reunion between husband and wife. Indeed, it would have.

Mark hadn't outright said what his actual deal was, however, given the fact that he had been having this fit for an hour, Paul was going to guess it was something to do with Anciana and the lack of sex. He had known that was an issue, one that needed to be fixed to make this marriage proper in all ways, but he was also a bit curious why Taker hadn't bothered with ring rats. It wasn't like he hadn't dipped his toes in that pool before.

"Are you quite finished?" He asked, turning away from the sink where he had been making a pitcher of sweet tea and reached up for a glass. "Your wife rearranged everything."

"It is her kitchen."

"True." Paul nodded, knowing better than to mention this marriage being a sham, making a reference to it or anything that had brought Anciana to this point. "I do hope I'll finally get to meet her."

Mark was advancing, quietly, his hands outstretched. One quick rap and Paul would be unconscious. He had acres of land.

"Don't even think about it, Calaway." Paul warned without looking backward.

"You can meet me now if you'd like."

Anciana made her presence felt, walking into the kitchen to start cleaning up the mess from dinner. It was nightfall, no surprise there. They had been quite…preoccupied to notice the sun had set on the horizon already. It was one of Anciana's favorite things to do, but having sexual relations, or almost, with her husband had been more important.

"I'm Anciana." She extended her hand to the rather enlarged man and instantly recognized him, smiling softly. "Paul Bearer, right?"

Paul chuckled, gathering she'd watched some of Taker's old videos. "Yes, well I was, but now I'm behind the scenes for the time being. And the name is Bill – I'm only Paul Bearer on television." The whole Mankind business didn't really work out and the company was currently figuring out a new route to go with his character as well as Taker's. "You are as beautiful as Mark portrayed you to be, dear."

"Thank you."

"No, you're Paul."

"Do tell?" Paul let go of Anciana's hand with a smile, turning back to his sweet tea and began pouring each of them a glass. He had come one time to find sun made plain tea in the refrigerator. Texans were barbaric.

"Because Bill is a nice, sweet old man and you are not nice nor sweet, old man."

He snorted, more than used to Mark's mercurial moods. The man was an enigma to everyone, including those closest to him. "You can call me whatever you want, it doesn't bother me." He said, sweetly no less.

One of these days, he really was going to wind up murdering his friend.