Chapter 11

"Yeah, I did, Mark…" Alice murmured, not a single ounce of regret in her eyes or her tone of voice, her hands gently pressed against his muscular chest. It was so easy to get lost in this man, he was dangerous and calculating…he could very well destroy her physically, mentally and emotionally if she wasn't careful. Far worse than Dallas and Shane ever thought about. "They forced me – Shane did, actually. They forced me to be with Page…and I don't wanna be. He scares me…and he's hurt me twice. And I know I'm being punished because I…I won't help them hurt you. I made you the only exception and Shane didn't take kindly to it…"

"No, I'd imagine not." Mark said slowly, letting his hands move down to rest on her hips, kneading her gently. "I bet you smilin' pissed them off all the more…" He could only imagine the fallout from this at the next show, she would have Page and Shane both gunning for her. If Stephanie decided to get her shrew ass involved just for giggles… Alice was looking at exile or early retirement. "Why won't you hurt me, Red?" His voice had dropped to a husky whisper, applying pressure to guide her forward, only stopping when their bodies were firmly tucked into each other.

"At first, it was because I didn't want to get on your bad side like he did." Alice admitted, being truthful enough and slowly slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders and down his arms, her eyes never leaving his. "But I know it's more than that. I'm not sure what it is, honestly. I just know I don't want to hurt you, Mark."

Why couldn't they have met normally, like at a diner or store, some place not associated with professional wrestling? Why did these feelings have to be so complicated? Usually, a man liked a woman, or a woman liked a man – it was cut and dry, but the fact they were associated with separate companies caused a huge rift. There was a matter of trusting each other too.

"Why do you keep popping up and saving me? How did you know I'd be outside of the arena tonight?"

"I'm a mind reader, darlin'." Mark teased, grabbing hold of her hands and began walking backwards, pulling her with him. When he felt his legs hitting the bed, Mark let himself fall backwards, taking her with him and caught her before she could nail her face against his. "I was bailin', before anyone could jump my ass again and I saw you come flying out that door, so I swerved to grab you." He ran a hand up along her face, threading his fingers through her hair. "Hard to miss you, Red."

"My hair, I know." She rolled her eyes playfully, enjoying being this close to him and idly wondered if Torrie knew he'd be out there waiting. She had instructed how to get out of the arena without detection. "I don't blame you for bailing. I would've too – I did actually."

Even though it was the end of the show and everyone was on their way out of the arena. Alice had waited just long enough, and Torrie had been the diversion. She just hoped her friend was alright and had made it back to the hotel unscathed.

"Thank you."

Then she did the one thing both her heart and mind were screaming at her to do and made the first move, covering his mouth with hers to softly kiss him. Given that he had pulled her down onto a bed, on top of him no less, Mark really hadn't been expecting much in the way of anything besides a knee to the balls. Even then, he had been doubtful. Something was clearly off with this woman if she liked him of all people. Kissing him first…that was just icing on this crazy cake. Her kiss was soft but firm and he allowed her to set the pace, one hand burying itself in her hair, the other moving to the small of her back.

The feeling of his mouth on hers, how surprisingly soft his lips were, made something surge inside of Alice she couldn't explain. If Mark didn't know she liked him, before the kiss, he was out of his mind too or simply blind. She had gone out of her way and went against her boss in order to protect him, for reasons she still didn't understand. All Alice knew was it hurt her to see him in pain, she didn't like it and witnessing him being beaten down several times made her anger at the Alliance heighten. Hell, as far as she was concerned, she was no longer in the Alliance and had shown where her loyalty truly lay…with herself. Slowly breaking the kiss, Alice stared down at him, her hair a curtain of red around them and gently rubbed her nose against his, breathing a bit heavier than before.

Growling, Mark rolled so she was pressed with her back to the mattress and he hovered over her, his eyes feasting on the lovely vision she made. Her red hair splayed out on the pillow, cheeks flushed and her eyes dark, her chest gently heaving beneath that Undertaker t-shirt Alice wore. It had to be kismet. Bending down, he caught her full bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently, using one arm to hold the bulk of his weight off of her tiny frame and the other… his free hand was gathering the hem of that shirt, fisting it. He shifted, feeling her legs spreading and settled himself between them, kissing her all over again.

His kiss burned, igniting an inferno inside of her and turning her blood to molten lava, the t-shirt suddenly feeling like a nuisance. Alice couldn't pull away from his addicting lips, enjoying the weight of him on top of her and dealt with the current heat. The smell of him, a mixture of sandalwood, gasoline and leather…it was intoxicating as her fingers found the band in his hair, pulling it out to unravel his delicious red auburn hair, burying her fingers in it as the kiss deepened. This man had invaded her thoughts and dreams ever since WrestleMania, and she couldn't explain why. Then the night he stopped her outside of the arena, rather rudely, that just drew her further to him like a magnet to metal.

"My, you are an eager little thing, Red…" He murmured against her lips, smirking and pulled away from her, seeing the disappointment flashing in her eyes. Oh this woman wanted him and Mark felt his lips stretching in a grin as he took her in, sitting back so he knelt above her, his palms skimming down her thighs and then up onto his own. "You sure you want to walk down this road with me, Alice?" Because if she did, she needed to be aware there was no turning back, no matter what happened next. Hell, if nothing happened next.

He wasn't above a one night stand.

Alice's heart immediately screamed 'YES!', but her mind reminded her of the fact they were supposed to be enemies. Hell, she was more than likely out of the Alliance now, unless Shane wanted to keep her around just to torture her. Would Mark protect her? The passion haze that clouded her mind began dispersing, breaking apart and allowing her to think clearly.

"I kissed you. I don't kiss men I don't want or desire." Sitting up on her knees in front of him, they were nearly at eyelevel only because of his hunched position. "But if you're unsure about this…if you don't want to go down this road with me, I'll understand. What happens between us, stays between us though. What we do for a living, and who we work for, have zero to do with whatever happens here. Or anything between us in the future." That was her only stipulation; everything else would be worked out later.

Mark studied her thoughtfully, wondering if she honestly thought they could fool around and not have their work lives mixed in to some capacity. He knew that was fairly impossible, especially given Alice was WCW and he was WWF. Somehow, that would probably come into play and he really didn't care at the moment. He had itches he had gotten scratched, but those had been itches, not full blown desire and he made his decision. Moving off the bed, Mark stood up, hands dropping to the waistband of his jeans, green eyes darkening as he took her in.

"Strip."

Instead of obeying, she only did it partially and pulled the Undertaker shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor, her own eyes turning stormy and chewed her bottom lip, slowly shaking her head. That left her clad in the black lace bra and skirt with matching panties beneath, her sneakers already off. She'd removed them the moment they stepped into the room. The way his hand moved down to unsnap his jeans and the sound of his zipper gliding down, just the faintest sound, drenched her panties. Good thing she was wearing them tonight. Sometimes, Alice didn't, and it just depended on what type of outfit she had on, such as her jumpsuits. She was fond of them, had one in every color, though most were back at home in Florida currently. At his raised brow, a devious smirk curved her lips and her mouth watered, thoroughly enjoying the view before her.

"You first."

"Only if you promise not to faint, Red."

Mark snickered, having absolutely no problem in shedding his jeans. He did so and then rose, rather proud of the way her eyes zoomed in on his erect cock, the way her mouth dropped into a perfect O. Mark was a bit on the hung side, he'd admit it, and most women had issues taking him all the way. He was pretty sure… he was going to break her, but it would be delicious.

He could break her all he wanted, she would enjoy every second of it and slid her tongue out to wet her lips. "Not bad." She remarked coyly, lowering her voice to a sultry tone and stood up from the bed to unzip her skirt, pushing it down her legs.

Alice was a fan of thongs, especially when wearing a skirt, but she also enjoyed her regular panties too. Currently, she had a black thong on and turned teasingly to unfasten her bra, looking at him over her shoulder. Before she could fully remove it, Mark came up behind her to cup her breasts beneath the dangling material and the sound of his groan filling her ear sent shivers down her spine.

"Now who's eager?" It came out as a purr.

"Eager doesn't even begin to describe it, Red." He rumbled in her ear, pressing himself against her.

She was quite a bit shorter than he was, he was basically humping her back and he chuckled, palming her breasts one more time before stepping away. Mark watched as she finished slowly, teasingly shedding those underclothes of hers. His eyes strayed to the jacuzzi, it was tempting, but so was the desire to just pick her up and power-fuck her through the mattress. Decisions. Decisions. Then again… they did have all night, providing Alice wasn't the one and done type of woman.

No, she wasn't, not unless he didn't know what to do with a woman's body, how to keep her stimulated for more than one session. Alice highly doubted there'd be a problem, not with the way he carried himself and how big he was. She slowly turned to face him, her red hair hanging down her shoulders and back, covering her breasts as they tried to peak through the tresses. One hand slid up his chest before gliding back down with her nails and she enjoyed the red marks they left behind.

His strong hands gripped her upper arms to pull her up against him and his mouth lowered, his body bending, to capture her lips in a searing kiss, their naked bodies pressed together. Somehow, they turned to where she guided him back down to lay on the bed with her on top, their mouths once again meeting. Honestly, Alice could spend the night kissing and caressing Mark's body from head to toe, wanting to explore every inch of him.

He had a few decades under his belt, could definitely hold his own and control himself. So, with that in mind, Mark folded his hands beneath his head and let Alice have at it. He somehow got the impression that she had very little control in her life right now. Mark knew at work she was cornered and, every time she tried asserting herself, it backfired. Spectacularly. He was also a man; if a beautiful woman wanted to explore his body, he was inclined to let her. However, when she kissed and caressed just under his breastbone, he chuckled. He was a mite ticklish there.

Looking up at him, she slid her nails along the spot her mouth had occupied seconds ago and enjoyed the sound of his chuckling. Then she blew raspberries, another experiment, and heard him chuckle harder, almost a full-blown laugh. The sound of his laughter was erotic, low and deep, much like his voice. After doing a few other things like nipping, licking and kissing that spot, she made her way lower to where his BSK Pride tattoo was, beginning to trace it with her tongue. While she did that, her hand snaked down between them to stroke his cock, which was still hard as a rock and that pleased her immensely. It told her Mark enjoyed what she was doing to him and loved how his body responded naturally to her.

"Mmm I do enjoy a man with ink…" She purred against his surprisingly soft skin and stroked him a little harder, sliding the pad of her thumb over the tip. "So sexy…"

Wait until she went a little lower… Mark kept himself pretty tidy and trimmed. When he was a lot younger, he had been ballsy enough, no pun intended, to get a tattoo on the pubic bone. It was tiny, it was a demon head, not great on detail due to size and location and had been a bad, drunk joke on his part. It wasn't noticeable right off the bat because most women tended to gawk at his cock, not the area around it.

"Mmm…" He propped himself on his elbows, staring down at Alice and smirked. "Do you now, darlin'?" He hadn't seen any ink on her… maybe he hadn't been looking hard enough.

"Uh huh…if done right, of course."

Alice was ink free, though she'd always wanted to get a tattoo. There just never seemed to be enough time in her hectic life, however. Maybe that could be changed. She did go lower, noticing the tattoo of the demon head surrounding his cock and giggled seductively, shaking her head.

"Whatever possessed you to get inked down HERE?" Alice asked almost incredulously, fingering the tattoo to the point of nearly tracing it and heard him hiss, looking up at him. "Sensitive area, hmm? Let's see if we can work on that a little…" Starting on the left side, she traced it with her tongue, ignoring his bulging cock for now, too enthralled with tormenting him.

What would push Mark to his breaking point?