What? Afraid to fight me now or are you finally figuring out that you love me?
Hunter Helmsley smirked at the woman pacing the floor in front of him. She was mad as hell and he found it highly amusing.
"You have no right to do what you're doing!"
"No? That's funny because if I remember correctly, we're married. Daddy is gone, your brother is gone and we are running this show. Key word, WE," he shot back.
"Yes, and the agreement was that we would do this together. Now you're making over the top rope bra and panties matches, you're assaulting everybody you get your hands on, you're embarrassing anybody that ever crossed you and you're doing it all without my permission," Stephanie yelled in frustration. The only reason he was in this position was because of her and her last name. How dare he think he can run riot without consulting her first.
His face screwed up and he took a step closer, getting into her face. "I don't need your permission to do shit, princess. You're my wife. I held up my end of the bargain by driving the old man outta here. Now it's your turn to hold up yours and help me get back the WWF championship."
"You think you're some big shot now is that it? Don't make me laugh. The fact is, without me you'd probably be lying in a hospital bed by now at the hands of my father."
"You don't really believe that do you?" Hunter murmured into her ear, letting his hands briefly run over her hips. He had to admit, seeing her all riled up never failed to turn him on. She was the fieriest woman he had ever seen. The change between the woman before him now and the almost pious Stephanie McMahon the world had been subjected to just a few months ago was ridiculous. The low moan that escaped from her lips brought a small smile to his face. They went through this routine nearly every other day now. He would do something, she would get pissed, they would argue and then they'd fuck like it was their last day on earth. If it were up to him he'd rather go without all this verbal foreplay and get straight to the fucking.
Stephanie took a moment to let his words wash over her before pushing him away. She wasn't about to let him off the hook just because she wanted in his pants. God knows it was all she ever thought about lately. Somewhere between wanting to screw her father and destroy her family, she'd ended up screwing her 'husband' and potentially destroying herself in the process. Because whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was starting to develop feelings for him. His deviousness, his cunning and his outright evilness was so attractive to her. And he wanted to rule this company with an iron fist, just like she did. He wanted to be WWF Champion, he wanted to end careers, he wanted to embarrass people for his own amusement, he wanted to beat the shit out of Test just because he could and so did she. That's why she approached him with this whole marriage charade in the first place. Because she knew he was the only man heartless enough to go through with such a plot. Shame on her for thinking that he actually might want to include her in the decision making along the way. That's why she got so upset when he did things on his own, because she wanted to be part of it. She wanted to do it with him.
"Because we both know I'd fuck daddies shit up harder than I fuck you, sweetheart."
His words overwhelmed her and she lashed out in rage, slapping him viciously across the face with a force that surprised even her. His eyes glinted oh so dangerously, with a hint of sick amusement shining through from behind the danger and she moved to slap him again but he caught her arm, gripping it tightly and staring a hole right through her. His lip curled into a snarl as they stared at each other, his face drawing closer. She tried to get her arm free and was surprised when he basically threw it back at her. She wanted to slap him again but something in his expression was stopping her. His brown orbs had changed from dark and dangerous to playful and teasing. He was laughing at her.
Hunter ignored the stinging pain in his cheek and actually offered it to her, his head tilting ever so slightly. He'd be damned if she didn't pack a punch. "Go on, Steph. Free shot. You wanna hit me again? Come on."
She simply stared at him, not knowing what to do. He was crazy. His face was glowing red and he wanted her to do it again. All of a sudden she wanted nothing more than to push him back on to the bed and make him suffer the only way she knew how. That cocky smirk was driving her insane.
After a whole minute passed where nothing happened, Hunter faced her head on and closed the distance between them, his lips dropping to her neck. "What? Afraid to fight me now or are you finally figuring out that you love me?" he hushed against her throat. Her head snapped back but he immediately pulled her lips to his, kissing her possessively. It took a second before she began to respond, her tongue stealing into his mouth as she pushed him towards the bed.
"I don't love you," she lied, shoving him on to the mattress and straddling his lap.
Hunter sat up and caressed her face gently, his thumb running over her bottom lip. His expression changed again, this time soft and delicate as he looked into her eyes.
"I don't love you either," he lied right back.