Warning: The following chapter is only plotless smut. If you dont want to read it, do not, if you do...Have at it, you freaks ;)~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~

Kane wasted no time crashing his lips down on hers, and he felt her draw back slightly at the force. He let his hand creep to the back of her neck but he didn't need to pull her back to him, she leaned forward after becoming acclimated to him, her hands creeping up to brace herself on his wide shoulders. Kane would have laughed in triumph if his mouth wasn't busy. His hand tightened around a thick mess of chocolate-brown hair and he pulled her even closer, she instictively crawled up to straddle his lap, right where he was hoping she'd go. The chair creaked under the now 420 pounds that writhed on top of it. Her hands worked at he buttons of his dress shirt, and he knew now she meant what she said. Her hips grinded on his lap, her fingers busy underessing him, his hands pulled her in.

No, no, no, no, this will not do. A voice from somewhere behind his mind said. She told you to claim her.

Kane could only agree. He needed to be in control. He deserved it. She was his, after all, she was goving herself to him. He braced a hand on the arm chair, pushing into her again, his hand sliding down to the small of her back. Her arms came up around his neck and he ran his tongue across her lower lip.

She gave a little whimper when he shoved his tongue into her mouth, and Kane swore it was the sweetest fucking sound he'd ever heard in his life. His fist clenched tight to keep him from completely losing control. The voice returned,

Ah, listen, Lita never moaned like that for you. Not when she meant it. That pretty little throat makes such nice noises for you...

Kane took advantage of the silence to explore his new wife's mouth. She was different, her body felt different. Her mouth was uncharted territory. He felt the voice in the pit of his stomach before it ever spoke.

YOU SHOULD RIP IT OUT.

Kane dismissed the voice with great difficulty. Bracing his arm against the chair arm and tightening his hold on her, he stood from his chair. Freyja didn't fight, instictively wrapping her legs around his waist to help him keep her from falling like she already knew he was going to try to stand.

He walked over to the wall, fist still balled up in her beautiful hair to control her movement. He slammed her body into the wall and drive a knee up it between her legs to slide her a little higher, then using his hips to pin her there.

"You're willing to give yourself to me, just for revenge?" He asked, breaking away from her to lap at her throat, nibble on her collarbone, and bite down hard at the hollow of her neck. All Freyja could do was push out,

"Yes."

Kane worked his way back up to her face, expecting fear, but finding none there, to his suprise. Not a single trace of fear was in the young woman. He saw only anger, and need, like she was under some spell. He kissed her again, grinding his hardening cock aganst her still-clothed sex. He unraveled his hand from her tendrils of hair and placed it instead on her thigh, pushing up on the little black hoodie dress she'd worn, a calloused palm running tenderly across her soft skin.

Until she began to shake her head. "Kane," she said, but he ignored her and continued on. She shook her head again and pushed him away, reeling her head back to fill what little space the absence of his hand had created. "No, not here. Take me to the bed."

Kant thought for a moment to have her up against the wall anyway, why should he have to cater to her needs? He thought better of it though, this deal they were makeling would be sullied by her lack of consent. It wouldn't seal right if she didn't want it. If she wanted it on the bed, fine, it was a simple enough request, easy to fullfill.

His free hand moved up to the back of her head again, bracing her to be tackled onto the cushioned surface. He set her down quickly but gently. His hand was still tight on her hair, but she didn't care about the control he needed. Her hands moved to the fastenings of his ivory button-down again, she'd never finished with all the buttons and her deft fingers worked hard at undressing him and a massive hand moved down her side, to her thigh to slide beneath the edge of her dress again, pushing it up past her waist. She bucked her hips up to make it easier for him to move the garment. Her hips brushed up against his groin, continually hardening in his dress pants and she heard his breath catch in his throat at he touch.

Finishing with his shirt, and getting tired of Kane's clumsy attempts to take the dress off without ever having to stop assault her mouth with his cursed lips, she pushed lightly on his chest, pushing the shirt down his shoulders so he'd get the hint. He shrugged it off quickly, giving her just enough time and space to pull the dress off over her own head.

So much bare skin. Skin to mark. Something in Kanes head snarled at Freyja. Pretty, blank skin for scars and bruises. Hurt her.

His fingers pressed into her skin, making little dents. He kept his hand moving to keep it from squeezing too tight, to keep it from bruising his partners skin.

Freyja was doing this for her own gain as much as his, he knew it, and he didn't much care. She had to open herself up for him. She needed it, a deal sealed with a kiss. Or, sealed with much more than that.

She's not Lita. Someone else said. Don't you hate her? For not being Lita?

Kane ignored the voice. It was true, she wasn't Lita. Her mouth didn't move the same, her breast didn't feel the same, her neck didn't taste the same. She wasn't Lita, but he didn't want her to be right now. He didn't want Lita anymore.

Kane never in his life felt sorrow. He hated it, and he was intent on drowning it. Lita had hurt him. He wanted her to feel the pain this woman promised. She would hurt Lita right back for him. And all he had to do, the only thing he had to do right now, was get hard. And he was already there.

It seemed to good to be true.

She's going to use you. Everyone does. Look at her, pawing at you like a cat. End her. You'll regret it if you don't. Freyja's hands ran down his toned chest to his abdomen, and finally to his belt buckle to free his straining member. She barely knew him, but that didn't matter. She knew what he wanted from her and she wanted to give it. This was her time to show what she was willing to do for him. Her time to bind him to his word, make him let her have Lita. It would be easy, if his hardening cock was any indication.

Kane wasn't paying attention to her. He was busy vainly attempting to banish the voices from his head.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? How much nicer she'd sound with your fist around her throat, gasping for air.

His hands kept roaming, feeling them come up to brush his fingertips against the side of her neck, he withdrew them quickly, too long in that area and he'd break her. He instead ran a palm over a soft breast and gave it a squeeze. Freyja arched her back up at his hand, and he rolled a sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rewarding him with a shuddering sigh, her eyes closed and she bit her lip, then opening her huge green eyes looking right into him.

He liked that response, but the voices did not. The room closed in on him as he heard over and over...

Do it.

She deserves it.

DO IT.

"SHUT UP!" Kane roared from on top of his partner, eyes squeezing tight. He shook his head quickly and held still for a while until they voices finally and reluctantly went away. Only then did he risk cracking his eyes open.

Freyja was right in the middle of pushing his slacks and boxers down his hips, but she had stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agape, brow slightly furrowed.

"Uhm..." She breathed. "I didn't... say anything."

Kane sighed. "Not you!" he snapped.

After one more confused look from Freyja, she just nodded and thought better not to ask any questions. She resumed her chore, finally pushing his pants down far enough, his member snapped to attention.

She met his eyes, those mismatched eyes, and dared to grab hold of him and give him a few strokes to ensure he was ready. She took her thumb and rubbed it lightly over the head and watched him close his eyes tight. His fists had balled up in the sheets and he groaned desperately.

Having enough, her shoulders were pushed back on the bed and what little clothing she had was ripped away. Freyja didn't care for that bra, anyway. A large, meaty, hand grabbed tight to her forearms, pinning them above her head. He kicked off the slacks the rest of the way and positioned himself at her entrance.

Kane's free hand cupped her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed one final kiss to her lips, running his thumb over her bottom lip as he regarded her. "You're a very beautiful woman, Freyja." he told her. She blinked and held his hand to her cheek, she knew he was trying, anything he could to make this... normal, and a part of her was thankful he was, but she knew what this was really about. They both knew. Nothing about this was normal.

"You don't have to do that, Kane." She smoothed, placing a kiss to his palm, emerald eyes half-lidded and gazing up at him enticingly.

He nodded, grateful, and finally, after far too much waiting, eased his cock inside her, filling her fully. Freyja gasped at the sensation and hooked her legs around his back. The was a dull ache there, and Freyja's thoughts started to scramble.

She wasn't a virgin, why did it hurt? His body was too hot now, it happened when he got worked up, the fire inside him moving through his blood, it felt like she was fucking a space heater. Freyja's breath started to quicken, it shouldn't hurt. Something's not right. She panicked, and started to fight against him a little, she needed to get away, now. Something was wrong with him, or wrong with her, her thoughts raced but Kane's hands only clamped down harder on her wrists. A few deep breaths and he reeled in his body temperature, it was scaring the girl. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have minded her terror, but damnit, they were in the middle of business here.

"Shhhh, shhh," he soothed. "Hey, relax, it's not gonna hurt long." Freyja reluctantly held still, letting Kane take the lead, snapping his hips into her, he kept it relatively slow until he felt her relax, her trust pvercoming her fear. Slowly but surely, he had her gasping again, a feeling of victory washing over him.

He picked up his pace, keeping Freyja's hands pinned over her head. She didn't seem to mind either. She was determined to make the most out of what she was given.

And what a blessing he was. What an absolute specimen of a man. Freyja felt a small twinge of guilt for taking her pleasure in him, if only for her family's sake. She kicked herself for it, she shouldn't want him, because the whole reason she was here was because Lita made it happen. And she wasn't about to be grateful to Lita.

But Kane plowing her into the wood frame of the hotel bed had nothing to do with Lita. She told herself this because she had to, to keep herself from going mad. He hit her a little deeper this time, and another groan pushed out of her throat. She bit her lip and looked up at Kane again, grunting as he pushed in and out of her. She noticed his eyes weren't closed anymore. They stared right at her.

He tried vainly to hide the crazed look in his eye. Her loud-ass moaning was not helping the fact that his mind was trying so hard to convince him how fucking good it would be to feel the life leave Freyja from beneath him.

Kill her. That will show Lita to fuck with you. Oh, the guilt would eat her alive. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Kane slammed his fist into the headboard. Hard. The wood split with a loud crack and he growled a rare expletive, "Fuck!"

Freyja didn't ask any questions this time, and he was grateful for it. He didn't need to deal with stupid questions while he was trying to end it to get the voices to stop. He didn't want to hurt her. But he would end up doing so if this kept up, so he just sped up his pace. Of course, Freyja moaned out loud at the change of pace but was caught off guard by an exasperated Kane.

His sweaty palm clasped heavily over her mouth and he took a few slow, deep breaths. He seemed like he was at war with himself. When his eyes finally opened, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Freyja, look, I love how you're willing to let the entire hotel know how good I am at this,"

He shoved himself as deep as he could go, resulting in a muted gasp from his new wife from under his hand. "But right now I just... really, really, need you to shut up, okay?"

Freyja, eyes wide and caught quite by suprise, just nodded wordlessly. The only sound she made then was a soft pant but she swallowed her voice. Kane kept the hand over her mouth and Freyja felt like she was being kidnapped, like something was being stolen from her. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she felt something building up deep inside her.

Kane kept going, almost done himself, when he felt Freyja start to tense around him. He finally withdrew his hand from her mouth, covering it with his own lips instead. He kept her mouth so busy with teeth and tongue she couldn't have made a noise if she wanted to. He finally pushed her over the edge with his tongue deep in her throat and his cock even deeper in her womanhood. Her back arched up toward him, her breath came ragged and irregular. He held her close as he started to follow, finally releasing himself inside her with a soft grunt, pleasure coursing through all his nerves, all the way down to his fingers. He pushed in a few more times for good measure, before collapsing on her, crushing her beneath his weight, unable to stay upright.

Freyja lay there for a few deep breaths, let him lay on top of her, placing an oddly affectionate kiss on his jaw. Kane laboriously got up, and eased himself off her. She just lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling, the truth of what she'd done finally crashing down on her with more weight than any dump truck could ever hope to lay on her. Her choice wieghed on her more than any 300 lbs of Kane could ever crush her with.

"Alright." Kane finally spoke to the stale hotel room air. "You can have your revenge." He flipped over, propping himself up on his elbows, torso over her once again. "I look forward to seeing you carry it out."

Freyja nodded, and plastered on a smirk. "Goodnight, Kane."