Chapter 12

Going to dinner with Nyla had to be the most boring evening Seth had ever spent in his life.

She remained silent, sitting there with a stoic expression on her face and he had no idea what to talk about. They didn't like each other. They didn't want to get to know each other. Both were being forced into this because of the Authority – nothing more. This was strictly business and Seth felt uncomfortable, sitting there across from her at a fancy Italian restaurant, dressed to the nines in his tailor-made Armani suit, sipping wine.

Nyla had declined wine and went straight for hard liquor, a vodka martini with extra olives. If she was being forced to have sex with Seth tonight, she would be rip-roaring drunk to get through it. Something told her Seth preferred the journalist whore over her and that was fine; she really didn't want to have sex with this man after finding out he'd already dipped his dick in a woman he barely knew. God only knew how many other women he'd screwed, and those were the ones Nyla DIDN'T know about.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" Seth remarked, after watching her down a third vodka martini like it was water.

Nyla rolled her eyes with a snort. "Not nearly enough." She was only slightly buzzed and their dinner hadn't arrived yet, which was steak with the fixings. "Do tell me something, Rollins, why do you do it?"

"Why do I do what?" Seth didn't bother hiding the annoyance at her question and watched her lean forward in her chair a little.

"Why…do you do what they tell you to do?" Nyla kept her voice down to where only he could hear, tracing the rim of her martini glass thoughtfully with the pad of her thumb. "It's obvious you don't want to be here with me. You'd rather be with Dean Ambrose's journalist."

Aya…Seth had to admit he did enjoy tumbling around the sheets with her and she sucked his dick better than any woman ever had. "Nyla…I'm trying here, okay? I'm trying to…work things out with you and you're not making it easy."

Why should she? He was the one who cheated on her, even though they were in a forced relationship. "Trying to do what, exactly? Wine and dine me? Is that what Hunter instructed you to do instead of bending me over my desk and fucking me like an animal?" Vodka martinis had really loosened her tongue. "Or better yet, sneaking into my hotel room in the middle of the night and waking me up to your dick inside of me?"

Seth did not want to have this conversation with her in the middle of an Italian restaurant and had to down the rest of his wine, pouring himself another refill. "Let's just go back to being silent and tolerating each other, hmm?"

"Aww, what's the matter, Rollins? Cat got your tongue? Tell you what – how about I make it really easy for you? I'll stand up right now, bend over this table and you can have your way with me, like always." Nyla went to stand and he shoved her down none too gently back in the chair, making her blink up at him.

"You're pushing your luck." His face had grown red with anger and all Nyla could do was smirk up at him, her amber eyes nothing more than hardened gold. Seth wanted to slap the smirk right off her face, but doing it in front of all these people would only cause a scene. "I'm TRYING to be nice about this and pissing me off the way you are is NOT going to end well for you. So just sit there, enjoy your steak and have another vodka martini."

"You don't wanna be here any more than I do, Seth. You despise me as much as I do you. All you want to do is make the Authority happy – Stephanie and Hunter. I'm not stupid and I wasn't born yesterday." Nyla refused to let him play the nice act and try to weasel his way into her panties, folding her arms in front of her chest.

There was no point denying what she said because it was all true. Seth was tired of playing this game, but he had no choice. "You're right. I'm only doing this because they ordered me to. I don't really care about you. I don't like you. I don't respect you. I'm using you for your body and fucking you when they order me to. That's it. You're only being used and I'm making sure you stay under the Authority's thumb as long as possible." Seth watched the color drain from her face at his harsh words and smiled up at the waitress bringing their food. "Finally, I'm starving."

Nyla was no longer hungry, her stomach turning violently and couldn't look at the steak dinner in front of her. The way he'd been so callous with his words…Seth had never confessed the reason why he kept pursuing her and now she knew why. She'd been calling herself a whore – Seth's whore – the Authority's whore – and it was spot on. As long as she was a good little whore for them, and did as she was told as far as the scripts went, nothing bad would happen.

"So, what happens after we're done here? You take me back to your room, fuck me and send me on my way?" Nyla wanted to be prepared, nibbling on a carrot and immediately set her fork down, her appetite completely gone. "That's all I am to you, isn't it? A means to an end – a way to keep your golden boy status with the Authority."

"Yeah, pretty much." Seth didn't sound sorry or remorseful at all, a smile crossing his face while eating his steak. "Mmm this is so good, you should try yours."

"No thanks…"

"Now come on, Nyla. I brought you to this beautiful restaurant out of the kindness of my heart, so the least you can do is eat your food. You're going to need your strength for what I have planned tonight." Seth informed her, waving his knife at her to point at her plate. "Eat. Now. That's an order."

Forcing herself to eat was a chore, especially since it was steak. Done to perfection, but still hard to eat because of zero appetite. Seth had cleaned his plate, finished off the rest of the wine and paid the bill. He grabbed Nyla's hand, guiding her out of the restaurant and into the waiting limousine. Hunter had really pulled out all the stops for him. There was no way he was taking her back to his hotel room and soiling his bed. He'd rather soil the inside of the limousine with their inevitable sexual activity.

"On your knees."

"What?" Nyla wasn't sure she heard him right, amber eyes wide in both confusion and fear.

"On. Your. Knees. You're my whore, remember? Time you start acting like it, listen and do as you're told." Seth growled, pointing at the floor of the limousine and shoved her down when she didn't move right away. "That's it, on your knees. Good thing you wore a skirt tonight, baby…" With one quick yank, her panties were torn from her body and left it a shredded mess beside her.

Nyla knew the words she'd spewed at him earlier would come back to haunt her. She was a little soberer ever since eating that steak and wished she would've kept drinking. This might've been easier to deal with in a drunken stupor and she had to bite back a cry of pain as his fingers jabbed inside of her roughly. Her body shuddered against him, not enjoying the invasion and Seth didn't care, already unzipping his pants to push them down.

He was going to do it. He was going to fuck her in this limousine right after they just got done eating!

"Gotta get you wet a little, baby. Don't worry, I can fix that." Opening a compartment, Seth pulled out a bottle of lube and put a healthy dose on his fingers before gliding them back inside of her. "Mmm yeah, sucks I can't get you wet on my own, but nothing some KY Jelly can't handle."

"Seth, please don't do this…" Nyla whimpered out and gasped in pain when he ripped her up by her hair, his mouth hovered over her ear.

"You're my whore, Nyla. Whores don't beg not to be fucked. They beg TO be fucked. Now start begging and screaming for me." Seth shoved her back down, forcing her backside to lift in the air and slid the tip of his cock up and down her lubed slit. "You have to understand, we have no choice except to do this, baby. This is what Stephanie and Hunter want. Hunter wanted me to go easier on you, but…you just couldn't accept the nice side of me." He smacked her left cheek, then her right, repeatedly, until they were both rosy red. "You couldn't just be a good girl, enjoy your dinner and share a pleasant conversation with me." Now he'd taken his belt off and began hitting her, her screams echoing around the limousine.

The partition was up and it was soundproof, so nobody could hear her except him. "Seth, please don't! NO!" Nyla tried scrambling away from him, her nails clawing at the floorboard of the limousine and wished the driver would stop. "PLEASE! I-I'm sorry!"

"No you're not, but you will be." Seth promised in a dark voice, tossing his belt away once he saw the red welts form on her backside, squeezing the cheeks to add more suffering. "Now you're gonna stay put and let me have my way with you just like you offered in the restaurant. And if you don't put effort into this, I may just have to go to Stephanie and tell her you're not trying hard enough in our 'relationship'."

Beating beaten with his hands and then belt had crossed a line. Nyla had never been in so much pain in her life, not even when she was in labor with Neela. Her backside was on FIRE, the welts stinging and it didn't help with every thrust Seth produced inside of her, he slapped them with his hands. All she could do was lay there and take the punishment he dished out. Seth had never abused her up until this point and Nyla knew it was because her mouth had sent him over the edge. She wrote checks her backside couldn't cash and this was the result. Being beaten and raped in the back of a limousine.

"Come on, baby, don't make me do all the work now." Seth grunted, pulling out of her and grabbed her by the hair again to turn her around forcefully. Dark eyes met teary, bloodshot gold and he sneered, pulling her to straddle his lap. "Now ride me. And you better make it good."

Nyla had no choice. If she didn't please Seth, Stephanie would go after her family, her daughter; she didn't have a doubt in her mind. Reaching down between them, pushing her own pain away, Nyla slid his cock back inside of her willingly and gripped his shoulders, rising and falling on him. Seth was staggered and knew it was because of his threat she had begun putting effort into this. Gripping her hips, Seth began thrusting up inside of her as she slammed down on him, groaning. Who would've thought sex with Nyla could actually be decent when she put effort into it? The blouse she had on was buttoned up and he tore it open, the buttons flying in all directions. The bra she had on had a clasp in the front instead of the back, so with his teeth, Seth unfastened it to free her breasts from its confines.

"Is this…good enough for you?" Nyla rasped out, tearing his own shirt open to caress his hairy chest and gasped as his hands collided with her sore backside.

"Yeah…keep going." Seth ordered, his breathing ragged and bent down to take a nipple in his mouth, swirling around his tongue while her hands buried in his hair, her body tilting back.

Her hips gyrated and rolled against him, feeling him go deeper and Nyla shut her eyes, trying to envision doing this with someone else. Someone who didn't rape her and force her to give her all in the bout – someone who wasn't threatening her family's lives. For some reason, Roman popped in her head at that moment and Nyla began to relax further. Roman hated her because of the horrible storylines she wrote him into, against her will, though he didn't know that part. Still, he was bounds and leaps better than Seth Rollins, those grey contact-tinted eyes of his always boring into her very soul whenever he'd come see her to yell at her. His chest was massive, along with his arms and the way he carried himself…not to mention that sexy long black hair of his.

Nyla suddenly met his lips, forcing her tongue past his and tasted him, rising and falling faster to where she began to bounce. "Oh god yes…" It wasn't Seth fucking her, it was Roman.

Not having any idea Nyla was picturing another man screwing her, he went with it and could feel his balls tingling, knowing he was close to climaxing. He reached down between them, stroking her bundle of nerves and could feel how wet she was, the kiss never breaking. Maybe this could work between them. Maybe he could deal with being in a forced relationship with this woman, especially if she would put effort into it. Seth found himself enjoying her crying out in pleasure instead of pain and slid his hands up her back beneath the blouse, which was halfway down her arms.

It wasn't Seth's hands, it was Roman caressing and touching her, his cock she was bouncing on, riding him for all he was worth. It was the only way to get through this without completely shutting down mentally and emotionally. Nyla could feel the coil within her belly form, threatening to spring free and broke the kiss to cry out, sucking in oxygen. Just by the molten gold in her eyes, Seth knew she was on the verge of climaxing for the first time with him, without assistance, and growled, pulling her tight against him to bury his face in her neck.

"Yes, oh yeah…I'm there…oh god, I'm cumming…yes, YES!" Nyla cried out, reaching her end and her body shuddered against him, her juices flooding his cock just as the explosion erupted inside of her. ROMAN, her mind screamed that name and Nyla kept her eyes shut the entire time, her body coated in a fine sheen of perspiration.

However, when she pulled back and opened her eyes to see Seth Rollins smiling back at her, Nyla felt her heart drop in the pit of her stomach. Reality crashed over her at who she'd actually been screwing and couldn't believe how this night had turned out. Seth slid the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip before softly kissing her, his dick sliding out of her after growing limp. All Nyla could do was kiss him back, knowing she would have to hold the tears at bay until she was alone in her room at the hotel.

The only silver lining to this evening was Nyla had found a way to get through sex with Seth Rollins by picturing his former Shield brethren, Roman Reigns.

"Baby, I don't know about you, but I think we need a repeat upstairs in my room." Seth had completely changed his mind about her, thinking she actually enjoyed being with him. "Mmm, what do you say to that?"

Nyla wanted to tell him to go to hell because he had started off raping her and then threw Stephanie in her face in order for her to comply. "Okay." Seth helped her out of the limousine a few minutes later, after managing to cover up her up with his jacket.

An hour later, after satisfying a now sleeping, snoring Seth a second time, Nyla slipped out of the bed to go to the bathroom, turning the water on and let the tears flow freely down her cheeks.

If only it really was Roman Reigns she was with.