A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1.

WARNING: MODERATE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE and SADISM. This chapter contains NON-CON LEMON.

Chapter 5: Tarnished

Heat marched through the campsite. It was almost dawn. He and Argilla were to leave at sunrise. Granted, he was tired. He had been deprived of a much needed session of sleep. But nonetheless, he hadn't forgotten his orders and he was ready for battle.

They were supposed to be at Muladhara before midday. Where was the woman?

As he found himself thinking of her, he growled. Her treachery the other night was still fresh on his mind. Even in her sleep, the bastard ruled her. He shook his head. Again, this was hardly the time or the place to be thinking of such things.

He stood by the boulder just at the outskirts of their depot, waiting for the sun to rise. And as its first rays hit the horizon, Heat could only look on; his amazement beyond words. However, his thoughts of admiration were cut short as a voice piped in from behind him.

Damn her. She had been doing that an awful lot lately. It was starting to get annoying; that was, if it hadn't already.

"Sir."

He gritted his teeth but did not turn around to face her.

"I'm sorry for the delay."

Heat blinked and continued to look at the horizon for but a moment before turning around to face her, "It's just sunrise." He rolled his eyes, "You're not late…yet. And don't call me sir. It's Heat." Clearly, he was irritated.

"Right." she replied curtly. Heat nodded.

As he gazed into her face, he couldn't help but smirk. So his little handy work still had some effect on his brave little soldier. Her face was still flustered. But of course, Heat would never let her in on the fact that he actually knew about her "condition".

He was getting that urge once more. She had thought that she was late. Oh, he could only wonder why. It was then that he decided to be "naughty". He wanted to test her.

"Why did you think you were late?"

Argilla's face became a deeper shade of red, "I…I just thought that…"

"Thought what?" his voice became husky and his eyes become foggy. Apparently, the change wasn't unnoticed by the woman as she instinctively leaned back, taking one step behind. Heat saw this too and he knew that she was being affected by his gestures.

The incident at Saraswati was probably still fresh in her mind.

"I didn't get much rest last night. I just thought that I might have overslept." she stated as a matter-of-factly.

So she was trying to be brave eh? Well, he'd just have to increase his interrogation skills up a notch huh?

"Not much rest? You were one of the first to retire for the night. You also didn't take a shift in taking watch. What could you have possibly be doing that could make you stay up?"

She blushed; "I'm not at liberty to say Heat."

"If it's personal, then I'm not interested in knowing about it." he drawled and brushed past her. He liked seeing her squirm. So she had been exhausted from all that eh?

"We leave in ten minutes. Go grab your breakfast…or do whatever it is that you do."

xxxxx

Their trip to Muladhara had been quiet. Heat wasn't really in a conversational mood and from the looks of it, neither was she.

Gale had greeted them impassively as they entered the strategy room.

"Well it's nice to see you too." Heat drawled, rolling his eyes.

Gale said nothing, still maintaining his cool façade, "I have received word from Serph from Saraswati. He had also informed me of your encounter with the Vanguards."

"Well?" Argilla asked a bit impatiently, "What were they doing there Gale? Do you think they're planning an attack?"

Heat merely grunted as he folded his arms; he really couldn't care any less if the Vanguards stormed Muladhara at that moment. Those Vanguard shit-heads were way out of their league. Did they really think that they could have any chance of defeating the combined forces of Embryon and Maribel? If they thought that, then they seriously need to replace their leader.

"I don't believe that they are going to attack; those were just scouts. They were gathering information as to the size of our forces. If you were right and that no transmissions were sent to their HQ, then it is safe to state that they are still ignorant to the size of our forces."

"So when will they attack then?" Heat growled, getting more impatient by the minute. Why doesn't Gale just cut to the chase and tell him what he needed to know?

"It is highly probable that they have already dispatched another team of scouts and are probably investigating the 'sudden disappearance' of their comrades; it is also probable that they have already discovered our depots. So, worse comes to worst, I would say that it is possible that they are preparing for a preemptive strike."

"Harley isn't stupid. Their scouting party disappeared 20 miles off Muladhara; their last transmission was probably a few meters from our sensors; the Vanguards would know that we have activity in that area. He'd know that we're trying to protect something in that terrain. He also knows that he can't beat the combined forces of the Maribel and Embryon. The best bet is for a preemptive strike; an assassination."

Argilla gasped; Serph was the prime target. Granted he had always been, but then, it had never been this dangerous before. Back then, they were just skirmishes and small battles, but now, it was the Vanguards or them. And there was no more time. Now, the Vanguards will put their all in the upcoming fight. They won't let up. There won't be any slipups. It was all the more reason that she feared for Serph.

Suddenly, her mouth had gone dry; why was she here and not with him? She needed to know that he was alright. She needed to be with him.

Heat noticed her agitation and he himself got aversely affected by it. Her female troubles and mood-swings were beginning to annoy him to a greater extent. It wasn't just her female troubles either; it was to whom the troubles were directed.

Of course, there was no question. Whenever she would be like she was now, it had always been because of that bastard. Heat clenched his fist.

He would make her his. Soon.

"So, what will we do then?" Heat asked in a bored manner, looking at Gale.

Gale nodded, "Nothing. Just stand guard. The Vanguards do not know of the existence of Saraswati. At best, they had only knowledge of our depots but not our new HQ. We are at a great advantage while they suffer a severe handicap. Saraswati will be fully operational by the end of the week. Another team of engineers and mechanics have already been deployed as we speak. Three platoons will be sent there at first light tomorrow."

"Gale," Argilla said, her hand balled to a fist, clutching her heart, "what about Serph? When will he return?"

There was no mistaking the worry and anxiety in her voice. Clearly, she wanted to be with him. It was as if Argilla wanted to say "Gale! I'm leaving for Saraswati and you can't stop me!"

"Are you that worried about Serph?" Heat asked, his voice agitated, his arms folded disapprovingly, his eyes piercing into hers.

"He's the leader of Embryon for Christ's sake and you're treating him as if he couldn't even hold a gun."

Argilla gasped as she heard him speak. Over the weeks prior, she had come to respect Heat more and thought him a comrade. But after the incident at Saraswati, she dared say that her opinion of him had changed and she found herself lacking her confidence when in his presence.

Like it was now.

Now that he spoke, she found herself mute.

"Heat is right Argilla." Gale said reassuringly.

"They do not know of Saraswati. He would be safe there; a lot safer than any of us here. You should worry more about this base and the people here rather than just focusing your attention on Serph."

Argilla's pink eyes burned in anger. What was it today? Everyone was just on her case. Her heart screamed for her to return to Saraswati; to Serph. But when she tuned out that voice, and listened to the rational part of herself, she knew that Heat and Gale were right. War was going on. She couldn't afford to be selfish.

Serph wasn't her only comrade; Heat and Gale were her comrades too. The people at Muladhara were her comrades as well.

'Stay alive Serph…' she inwardly thought.

"Fine." she finally said, averting her gaze defiantly. Heat smirked; she was still filled with spitfire. All the more reason why he coveted her.

"So, then," Heat drawled at Gale, "what are our orders?"

Gale nodded, "You both are to remain here for the time being. When the Vanguards strike, they will strike here thinking that Serph is here. We must fortify this place. Then, when Harley shows up, the pincer attack will commence. Forces from Saraswati will aid Muladhara in fending off the attack while the remainder of our troops at Manipura will attack Svathisthana."

"So it's basically sit tight and be a good guard dog?" Argilla asked, growling.

"Yes." Gale said curtly.

Heat snorted, "This is just rich. What are we supposed to do till then? Twiddle our thumbs?"

Gale turned his gaze from Argilla to Heat, "No. Who do you think would replace those who left here? There is still work to be done at Muladhara. You two would be assigned to your new duties tomorrow. Return here at 0600 hours. I suggest that you both get some rest now, especially you Argilla."

Argilla nearly jumped. Gale noticed it too? How embarrassing. Here she was thinking that she got herself under control.

"You seem fatigued. You as well Heat."

Well, that shocked her too. Heat was exhausted as well? She could only wonder why. But then again, it wasn't her business. She looked at Heat, who looked at Gale, glaring, "I'm not tired old man." with that, he left.

The nerve of that man! He hadn't even been dismissed yet!

"Right then." she agreed; with every intention of taking Gale's advice, or was it an order?

"Dismissed."

xxxxx

It had been 2 days since their return from Saraswati. Heat was tired; actually that was an understatement. He was exhausted. He had been assigned at the weapons and artillery department. He was assigned at arranging trials for their new weapons.

He groaned; if that wasn't already troublesome, the new tanks and war vehicles from Saraswati would be arriving the next day.

They had another practice drill the next day. Weapons Testing wasn't as great as it could've been, in Heat's opinion. Sure, it was an alright sort of job; you get to try out new weapons and see if they work and all…but…Heat would prefer to use the weapons at actual combat; not at some cheap trial sessions. It was just plain too damn boring!

But, aside from these tedious tasks, he really couldn't be any happier. The bastard was still pretty much wrapped up with his duties at Saraswati. Argilla was here with him and wasn't going to leave either. Sweet.

Argilla had been assigned in the combat training of new recruits. Well, that must have been tiring as well.

'Well…at least all that training must be keeping her fit…'

Suddenly, Heat's mind began to wander and he began to see images of Argilla…

She was so tired. Her creamy skin glistened with sweat. Her cheeks were tinged with pink blush. Her hair in slight disarray. She was panting; breathless…waiting for relief…

Heat's eyes widened. In those few seconds…he found himself fantasizing again. He growled. The deed must be done now. There was no more stalling to be had. The timing was right. If Gale's predictions about the impending battle were to occur, he wouldn't have the time later on. He had to lay claim on her now; now that Serph was absent, it made the whole issue a whole lot easier.

He had been watching her closely for the last three days and nights. Actually, he had been watching her from the moment he started to desire her. He watched her every move. He watched how and when her mood would change. He knew how she would bite her bottom lip when she was frustrated. He knew when she would grasp her upper arms when she was afraid…or nervous. He knew when she'd think of 'him' as she'd unconsciously drift off to space. He knew that she liked her coffee black, with just a tablespoon of sugar, which she drinks every morning at breakfast at 6:15 AM.

He knew that she gets up by 5:45 AM and showers. She's ready by 6:10 AM and proceeds to the mess hall. He also knew how she slept on her right side, cuddling the pillow as she did so.

He knew all of this about her. She never noticed of course. As he watched her, he knew that his desire for her increased tenfold.

But all that had all been standard procedure for him. Now, the game was serious. He finally had his chance.

He grinned sadistically. It was time to make her bleed.

xxxxx

Argilla trudged through the concrete floors of Muladhara. She just couldn't wait to get into the barrack, into her room and get a nice, cool shower. Yeah…that was what she needed. She couldn't stand herself any longer; she felt hot, flustered and terribly dirty. There was nothing more she would have liked than to rip her uniform from her skin. She felt so filthy as if her uniform, through the fit of training, had transformed into some sort of fungus that was beginning to merge with her own skin!

Talk about creepy. Whatever it was, she just wanted clean clothes damn it!

She continued to trudge when she felt another presence. She turned around and saw no one; she looked around and saw no one…no one suspicious. Being on guard, she walked again, being careful to walk every corner carefully. Strange.

She had been having the strangest feeling that she was being watched. It had been happening for the past fortnight. But again and again, she found no one.

Even when she was alone, she couldn't help but feel a lingering presence. But, time and time again, she dismissed it as a mere fancy of a girl sorely missing her friend.

'Friend…? He's more than a friend…oh Serph…' she thought hopelessly, 'When would you see 'me'…?'

Again dismissing the irritating and persistent thought of being watched, she entered the barrack with every intention of getting that damn shower!

xxxxx

She walked out of the shower, tightly clutching her robes. That had been refreshing. As she moved into her room, her hand reached out to flip the light switch when someone had snaked an arm around her waist, and a hand grabbing her arm, twisting it behind her. She opened her mouth to scream but the person quickly put its hand over her mouth and twisted her arm tighter.

She hissed in pain.

Who was this? Why was this person doing this to her? A spy? An assassin?

It was a man. She found out as her attacker pressed her body against his. He chuckled. Argilla's heart rate climbed. What did he want?

"Ssh…Be still…Don't do anything stupid…Otherwise, I'll have to hurt you…"

Heat could feel a bulge grow at his pants as he pressed the woman against him. She was only wearing a thin robe and he could feel her flesh from the flimsy material. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent. Ah yes…tonight he would relish in her smell…in her taste.

She squirmed as his lips made contact with her cheek, his face closely nuzzling hers. She wanted to scream into his hand but all that came out were muffled words.

When he had finished, he whispered into her ear once more, "Now…don't scream…If you do, I'll have to scar your pretty face. Do you understand?"

Argilla slowly nodded her head. There was something familiar about her attacker. But she did not have the time to ponder about it as he quickly spun her around and slammed her into the wall.

The room was pitch-black and try as Argilla squinted, she failed to recognize the silhouette that was before her.

"Who…are you? What do you want?" she asked, attempting to quell the growing fear within her. The man didn't reply but instead pressed himself against her and crashed his lips to hers. She groaned in pain as the force from his face had caused her to hit her head on the wall. Now she was getting angry. Her hands had attempted to punch him but he saw them from a mile away and quickly countered her move, twisting her wrist painfully, while he pinned her other hand, on the wall, just beside her face and all the while, using all of his bodyweight to keep her body on the wall.

His lips begged for entrance but she openly refused him and turned her head sideways. He was beginning to get angry as well. As she slightly turned her head, he twisted her arm further and she screamed into his mouth, unwittingly granting him the access that he sought while returning her face right against his.

His tongue had darted into her mouth wildly. He ravaged her lips as if he were a starving wild animal. Heat had chuckled. In all this while, she still had no idea of his identity. Well, he was just going to have to tell her, won't he?

He slanted his mouth to hers adding more pressure into her mouth and she could have sworn that he was trying to suffocate her. She gasped once more and Heat was having second thoughts as to telling her his identity now…or after he had had his way with her. It was just that she was damn too intoxicating and now that he had her, he just didn't want to let go.

His dream, his fantasy was about to become a reality. He pressed himself harder against her. She whimpered against him, her lips, now swollen and bruised, still prisoner against his own. Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, but she won't let them. He was twisting her arm too much! It was going to break!

She screamed. That got his attention and he forced himself to tear his face from hers. She stared at him, his red-blood eyes, gleaming into her pink ones. He bared his teeth as he smiled…or was it an evil grin?

She gasped and he twisted her arm again, while his other hand flew to her mouth silencing her. His gaze, his lustful gaze, although it was present, was now overshadowed by a menacing look, "I told you not to scream…"

He removed his hand from her mouth and it began to wander through her body. She gasped as his hand slid beneath her robe, "What do you…think you're doing?"

"Whatever I want…" he replied huskily.

She gritted her teeth, "You…"

"Me…"

"…Why…?"

"Why what?" he asked seductively, his lips nipping her ear.

"Argilla…I want you…"

She growled as he bit her ear playfully. "Stop it!" she hissed.

His hand, which was wandering below her robe, had untied the knot and her body was now exposed to him. His hand caressed her breast and she moaned. Heat chuckled, "You're such a hypocrite…I know you want me…"

She growled again, "I don't want you Heat!!"

He smiled as he continued to fondle her, his lips now resting on her neck, nipping at it. So she knew after all. Argilla found this to be a very difficult position as his other hand was still twisting her arm, "Heat…! Let go!! You're hurting me!"

"Tell me that you want me…"

"What?!" she hissed.

The moon that hid behind the clouds had now moved and now illuminated her room, giving her sight of her attacker. Heat growled, removing his lips from her neck to look her fully in the eyes, "I want to hear you say my name…and my name only…"

Argilla was taken aback, and from the looks of it, it would seem that he was taken aback as well, as his molesting hand had ceased its activity.

"Fuck you!! Get off me!" she yelled.

That had done it. Whereby Heat had been extremely tolerant, here, he drew the line as he hit her square on the jaw. She groaned in pain and spat out blood on the floor. Heat let go of her twisted arm and pushed her on the floor. Argilla fell with a thud, landing on her palms. As she turned around and tried to scoot away, Heat had followed suit onto the floor and now straddled her.

"Don't make me break your jaw Argilla…It'll really hurt…" he warned her honestly. Argilla trembled in fear. Where was her comrade? Where was the Heat that had saved her life during the battle with the Maribel?

Whoever this man was, he wasn't the Heat she knew.

"Ugh…" she groaned defiantly as she put both her hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away. Heat was growing impatient and so, he aimed to strike her face once more. She smirked inwardly and intercepted the blow. She twisted his arm and used that instant to roll him over and straddle him. As she was on top, her other hand balled into a fist and punched him in the face.

Heat smirked. It was just driving him crazy with desire. He liked it that she was resisting him; it only made the case all the more interesting. He countered her twist with a twist of his own and kicked her off him. Argilla groaned as she hit the wall. As she saw Heat advancing towards her again, she leapt to her feet and grabbed the nearest object in her hand as a weapon.

It was a dagger. Heat chuckled, "What are you going to do with that? Are you going to stab me?" he taunted her.

Argilla stood there, her hands slightly shaking, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can…" he replied, seizing this moment when she was doubting herself, to lunge at her. He tackled her to the ground and grabbed her wrist that belonged to the hand that clutched the dagger and banged it repeatedly onto the floor until she squealed in pain, dropping the weapon.

He straddled her yet again, now pinning both her wrists above her head and he smirked. She glared at him; what she wouldn't give to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Say my name…and maybe…I'll let you go."

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?!" she hissed at him. Heat bared his teeth in a toothy grin. It would take more than this to break her. "Say my name or I'll hurt you…" he urged her, his voice gentle as it was husky.

"Get the fuck…off me!!" she shouted at him, thrusting her knee upward to hit his groin. It was a standard female response to every male attacker, Heat mused. And so knowing that, he moved out of her knee's way and now straddled her stomach instead.

"You're a naughty girl Argilla…" he said huskily. He slapped her. She hissed in pain. Heat then proceeded to smash her into the floor repeatedly giving her back bruises.

"Say my name…" he commanded softly.

"Fucker!" she whispered, defiance clearly written in her eyes. Heat smirked. He liked this about her; so brave…so…utterly stupid.

"Have it your way then…" he said as he reached out for her dagger and now pointed it at her. Argilla's eyes widened a bit before narrowing them into slits.

"Say my name…" he commanded.

"Fuck you!!"

Heat brought the knife down to the valley of her breasts and set it against her soft, creamy skin. "Don't make me carve my name on you woman."

She shook her body again. Heat groaned; didn't she know that her movements were driving him crazy?

"Get off!" she yelled.

Heat had set the knife on her skin and cut it, drawing blood. She yelled in pain and he crushed his lips to hers once more.

Her scream became muffled as his tongue surged through her mouth. She, at the fit of her anger, bit his lip, drawing blood. He slowly withdrew from her face, "This is not going to make it any easier on you… Argilla…" he drawled and set the knife on her skin once more, "Say my name…"

She said nothing but just glared at him. He shrugged his shoulders in mock indifference and began to carve. The dagger imbedded itself onto her skin. He moved the dagger about slowly. And for every inch the dagger move, did Argilla scream. Blood flowed carelessly from the wound. She moaned and writhed beneath him. He looked at her and saw the very definition of the word "suffering".

He smiled evilly.

He didn't care. After all, it was she who brought this upon herself.

"Aaarghh…!" she screamed and received another slap on her face. "There…" Heat smiled at his handiwork.

"What the fuck did you do?!" she moaned in agony.

"Now's not the time…Now…say my name…" he commanded; feeling all the more empowered. No matter how proud he was of his carving on her chest, now was not the time to discuss it. Blood flowed from her wound and he lapped it up.

His lips traveled back to her neck; he was completely intoxicated by her taste. Her blood wasn't salty…it tasted sweet…He just wanted more…

She was moaning now, beneath him, still testing his grip on her wrists. She just couldn't let him win.

"You won't take me…! You won't!" she promised him.

He sneered, "Won't I now? No one will come to your rescue Argilla…It's just you and me…"

"Now…why don't you be a good girl…and say my name…"

Argilla had had enough. This had got to come to an end. She looked at him straight in the eye and saw the gleam in them. They were foggy with lust and for a moment, she felt her resolve waver. But she mentally shook her head, 'No…'

And with a proud and dignified stare she uttered a simple word.

"Serph."

Heat was shocked. She had said 'his' name. His blood boiled. She was his; no one else's. She was just going to have to learn that the hard way. He wasted no time and grabbed her by her robes, his other hand grabbing her hair. She gave a sharp yelp and she was pulled to her feet. As soon as she stood, he slammed her into the nearest wall. Heat then grabbed her head once more and threw her onto the ground.

She whimpered in pain and curled herself into a ball. Heat advanced on her and kicked her on her stomach. She coughed up blood. He kneeled down and yanked her to her feet once again and slammed the side of her head on her nightstand. She yelped in pain. He pressed her head harder on the nightstand and whispered, "How do you like that…?"

She said nothing and he grew impatient. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her on the floor. Argilla lay there for a moment. Heat hadn't made a move yet.

Was it over?

Her answer to her question was quickly delivered as she heard the rustling of clothes. She forced her head to look at him and saw that he had discarded his clothes on the floor. For the first time…since…that time…a long time ago…she felt frightened.

He walked towards her and noticed the fear within her. Finally, she was beginning to see things his way. She tried to crawl away from him but he grabbed the back of her robe. She didn't give up and attempted to yank her robe from him. It was torn in two. It didn't matter to Argilla; she needed to get out!

'Serph…help me!' she screamed inwardly.

Heat grabbed her shoulders and turned her around; he looked into her eyes and saw nothing but fright. He laughed; this was what he wanted. This was what he had been wanting; what he had been lusting for. Finally, she knew he existed.

"Please…"

She was begging him. Heat was being driven into the point of insanity. She was begging him to stop…It was the most beautiful thing he had heard from her tonight…but there was something else that he needed to hear.

And he wasn't going to leave until he heard it.

Not heeding her pleas, he tore up the remnants of her robe from her tired and beaten body. Her hands meekly went to his shoulders to put distance between herself and he. He easily overpowered her and positioned himself directly above her.

Her eyes widened in fear and her heart quickened its pace. She tightly pressed her legs together and with a least amount of effort, he parted them. Without hesitation or warning, he plunged his manhood within her.

He felt her barrier and didn't care. He pressed on and felt it break. He knew that she was going to scream out of pain and so he kissed her savagely. His left hand stroked her leg while the other cupped her breast. He felt her blood drip from her popped maidenhead and it seeped onto their limbs and onto the floor.

The pain must have been overwhelming as the hands that were pushing him away were now imbedded in his skin, tearing it. He didn't give her the chance to recover either. No; she didn't deserve it.

All she had to do was say his name…but she couldn't do even that. And to top it off, she had uttered the bastard's name. In his presence no less! She was going to pay for that. But nonetheless, Heat felt euphoric. This was his deepest and darkest fantasy in fruition. Many a time did he imagine, dream and fantasize about this moment. It was this moment where he felt his absolute triumph.

He had claimed her; he had taken her innocence. Not anyone else; it was he. This was the moment that he finally conquered the proud and strong Embryon member. Heat allowed himself to paste a dreamy and hazy smile on his face, absolutely drunk on his own success. He had achieved it; he had made her bleed.

Yes; she bled for him and him only.

He quickly set an insane pace within her, burying himself up to the hilt. Argilla could only hang onto him. The pain was unbearable; it was as if it was ripping her apart, then put back together once more, only to be ripped apart again. It was an unending cycle. As his lips and tongue continued to devour her, she couldn't help but let her tears fall onto her cheeks.

'Serph…it was all for you…I…I'm sorry…'

Heat withdrew his lips from hers and looked into her eyes and as soon as they met, she turned away, shutting them tight as the pain eroded her senses. Each of his thrusts was like knives stabbing her. Heat was loving every moment of it; here she was…writhing beneath him, he was the one who took her; the one who laid claim on her purity. But for some reason, it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

He grabbed her face, "Look at me!"

She whimpered but refused to open her eyes. He thrust into her deeply. She cried out once more and forced herself to open her eyes. What she saw frightened her; she saw the lustful, murderous and psychopathic gleam in his eyes.

He loved her suffering. That was what he wanted from her. He wanted to see her suffer; he wanted to see her suffer by his hand and by his hand only.

"That's better!" he replied, his breathing ragged. She was damn tight and every time he'd thrust hard into her, her walls would clench around his member. Oh yes, how he would cherish this moment forever.

Confident that she would no longer look away, he let go of her head and grabbed her hips to gain more momentum. Argilla moaned beneath him, pleasure starting to creep in. But no, she wasn't going to let him win again! She had to hate him! To hate all of this!

But her resistance could only last for so long, and soon, she stopped fighting. Pleasure had glazed her consciousness. The hands that once clawed him now held him, no longer tearing or ripping, but rather, clinging to him.

The legs that were once tensed under his touch were now soothed and relaxed. And the eyes that were once filled with fear and hatred were now filled with pleasure and submissiveness. Heat smirked to himself. Now, he had her.

"Say my name!! Say it!" he shouted in the heat of the moment.

Argilla had lost herself, and in the throes of passion, choked out her reply, "Heat…!!"

He let out one final thrust and deposited his seed within her. He had arrived at nirvana; with her. He collapsed on her, still buried deep within her. Argilla didn't know why, but she found herself running her fingers through his hair in a gentle caress.

She had said it. She had uttered it. To Heat, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. His name rolled off her tongue like a velvet carpet. She didn't just say it; she moaned it, like it was the most important thing in the world. Yes, clearly he had succeeded.

Argilla lay there, still feeling him within her. It was…an experience that knew not words to describe it. But before she could ponder about it, she heard his chilling voice, "You're mine…Argilla…"

She said nothing, still feeling the euphoria of sex. Heat smirked before getting off her.

"Turn over." he commanded.

That snapped her out of her daze, "What?"

"I said turn over." he said again, becoming slightly irritated. She gave him a confused look.

"On your hands and knees. Now." he commanded. The euphoria was beginning to be replaced by fear once more and so she did as she was told. Heat smirked as she did so. He no longer needed to use force to get her to comply. He had truly won her.

He gazed appreciatively at her rear. It was round and perfect.

Argilla didn't know what he was doing and suddenly she felt him within her once more. He had entered her from behind and was on his knees.

She squealed. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her, over and over. She began to panic and her body tensed once more. Heat felt this and only thrust into her deeper, "Relax…don't be so tense…"

Soon, she took his advice and met his thrusts with thrusts of her own. He continued to pummel her while his hands soothed her back. Argilla shivered from his touch. It was as if his touch was electrifying. Their act seemed to go on for hours…nothing but moans and groans echoed in the room.

The cool air within the room became stagnant and mixed with the heat that the two bodies were emitting. Soon, the air around the room became heavy with moisture as the temperature rose. Argilla was being drained and so she dropped onto her elbows, consequently thrusting her hips upwards.

He groaned in pleasure, he was near…and so was she.

"You belong to me…Say it!!"

"I'm yours Heat…!!"

They lost themselves in their nirvana.

He grunted and spilled his essence within her. Argilla felt him surge through her body. Unable to support her weight any longer, she collapsed on her floor, with him behind her.

They lay there as the minutes went by, unspeaking. Then, he moved again, closer to her and turned her around to face him, "You are mine now Argilla…Don't ever forget that…I'll be watching you…"

"Don't even think of telling anyone about this…Because if you do…you'll regret it…and you don't want to cross me any more than you already have…"

The fear in her eyes was evident. He felt content.

Not giving her a chance to reply, he sealed her lips with his in a gentle but passionate kiss. Her hands immediately to his muscled chest and she held him to her. Soon after, Heat noticed the lack of her warm fingers on his chest. He broke the kiss and saw that she had passed out.

He smirked.

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