Disclaimer: I have no claim with the WWE or to do with the character, The Undertaker. I wrote this story for the pure enjoyment of the character, and as a fan fiction. No profit will be made from it.
Note: The Undertaker in this story has the appearance that he had when he was in the Ministry of Darkness
Chapter Nine
Maybe if I make a break for it, I can get away from him before he can keep me from escaping him. She took a breath as she stepped outside the door with him, and proceeded to take a side step. Her body was pulled back suddenly. Looking up, Christina found herself looking up at his face as he had her front side pressed against his.
"I don't think going that way would be a very good idea." Mark said. Speaking deeply, he motioned with his free hand as his other was on the small of her back. "Take a look for yourself."
She didn't know if she should or shouldn't look. After all, this person could get into her head, and read her thoughts. Slowly, Christina turned herself around, and looked in the direction that she had gone to run to. She discovered a team of four men to be pouring concrete cement just three feet away from where she was standing with Mark.
"I believe it is a good thing that I stopped you before you made the mistake of rushing into that area."
"I guess…" She replied. Turning her gaze towards him, Christina managed to work herself away from being so close to his body. Her hand straightened out her jacket as she glared at him. "I guess that is your one good deed for the day."
"Don't you mean my third good deed? I did send you those other two items today for you to wear tonight at the ball."
She immediately stopped moving her hands over her white jacket and pants from him mentioning that he had sent the other two things as a good deed. Rage began to consume her from the mere notion of it being a sympathy gift. Her eyes filled with unbridled rage due to what he had said to her. "In other words…the gown, slippers, gloves, and the returning of my books were just sympathy gifts?"
"I-"
"You cock, arrogant, self-righteous bastard." She growled. Moving around his body, Christina went moving down the sidewalk in a huff. Her rage wanted her to lash out at him for saying that the things that he had sent for her, as well as paying for her hair at Karen's salon, to be good deeds. She crossed her arms across her chest as she kept walking.
"Christina, will you please stop?"
"Not on your life." She proceeded to keep on walking when she felt herself pulled backwards. After a moment, she found her back pressed against a brick wall of a building in the slower part of town and him standing in front of her. Her eyes gaze up into his, and shuddered a bit from the piercing emerald green eyes looking down at her.
"I did not mean for what I said to be taken to be Sympathy gifts." Mark replied. "I am not that cruel of a person to do such a thing to someone as kind, innocent, sweet, and beautiful as you." His frustration for her wanting to run away from him became evident in his voice. He reached up, and caressed a side of her face with several of his fingertips as his voice begun to sound much deeper to her. "My only wish is to make you happy, and I am prepared to do whatever it means to make that a reality."
Her body tightened up inside from the mere brushing of his hand against her face. His fingertips felt like liquid fire dancing deep into her soul. No man had managed to do something to pierce her deep inside like he had done to her. She drew in a breath of air as her eyes noticed his face to be close to her own. "You have been a little forceful with me, Mr. Callaway." She said. Her voice escaped her mouth in a soft whisper as she looked up to him. "Using force with me is not going to win you my heart or happiness."
"I am not always forceful." He replied. Moving his head in a little closer, Mark brought his mouth within an inch of hers. "I can be very loving at times…and have you feeling very…very good."
Oh god damn it! He is making it so hard for me to hate him right now! Why is it so hard for me to not hate him?! She pulled in a breath of air and swallowed it down her throat. Her eyes lowered down, and gazed upon his mouth to be dangerously close to hers. Christina shivered all over from the space between them getting smaller and smaller. "What are you doing?" She spoke in a soft whisper as she kept her eyes on his approaching face. "What…are…?"
"You cannot deny that you don't feel something right now between us." Making his voice even deeper, he spoke with pure sensuality dripping from every single word that came out of his mouth. "I know that you want me right now, and that it is taking every bit of strength that you have inside of your body to keep yourself from kissing me right now."
Deep down, Christina knew that he was absolutely right about what he was saying. She wanted him. She needed him more than anything else on the planet. Seeing his mouth so close to hers was too big of a temptation to resist. Her mouth trembled a bit as she fought desperately to keep her distance from making contact with his mouth.
"Don't hold back, my lady. I know you want me as much…as I want you right now."
Unable to keep herself away from him, Christina leaned in the rest of the way, and pressed her lips against his mouth. She found herself locked into a passionate kiss like no other with him. A soft moan of release escaped from her mouth as her hands moved around the back of his neck a bit. Her lips moved with his, finding a rhythm within there. Shivers ran up and down her spine from the sensation of his hands moving down the sides of her body to her hips. Slowly parting her lips, Christina discovered his long tongue to be invading her mouth. Another soft moan escaped from her mouth as she welcomed it within her lips.
"What in the hell do you think you are doing, Christina?!" her brain screamed. "You are making out with the same exact person who hurt Jennifer just the other night! Snap out of it! Break out of the kiss with him!"
She completely ignored her brain, holding onto the moment with him. There was nothing more in the world that she wanted than to be there within his arms, kissing him with just as much passion as he was kissing her. After a few moments, she noticed him to be pulling back from her. Christina eased her eyes opened, and looked up towards his piercing emerald green eyes.
"That wasn't so bad…was it?" He asked, catching his breath.
"No…it was quite nice." She replied. Christina caught the sound of a car pulling up as she was looking into his eyes. Looking around him, she discovered Paul to be standing in a spot with one of the doors opened up. She looked back to Mark, and found him showing her one of his hands. Christina swallowed a lump down her throat, knowing very well that the chemistry that she had with him was very strong and hard to ignore. Sliding her hand into his, she made her way towards the awaiting limo with him.
