Chapter 18
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Wrestlemania Weekend
Arianne arrived that afternoon at the hotel. She didn't see Randy though, so she texted him, but he didn't reply. After she'd rested, she decided to come down to the hotel's restaurant to get something to eat. That's where she saw him. He was by himself, reading a book.
"There you are!" She said as she sat down on the chair adjacent to him.
"Hey…when did you get here?" He asked.
"This afternoon." She said, "Didn't you get my message?"
He took his phone out and it was turned off, "Oh, it's dead. Sorry."
"That's all right, you're here now." She beamed. "So…did you lunched yet? Let's get something to eat. I'm famished!"
"You ready to go, honey?" Sam said suddenly from behind them.
Arianne was surprised to see her. So surprised in fact that she felt like she'd been splashed by a pail of ice-cold water and she couldn't react for a second. She didn't expect what Sam said at all.
"Oh, hello Arianne." She said, "It's nice to see you again."
"Uhm…Yeah…"
She looked at Randy, wide-eyed, and he nodded at her inconspicuously. He was basically telling her to go along, and she got that.
"I-It's nice to see you again…too." She said.
Sam sat at by Randy's other side. "I really wanted to see you. We have a lot to talk about."
"W-we do?" Arianne said, hesitantly.
She kept looking at Randy for any clue what Sam could've meant, but he just kept giving her the same signal. It's like being put on a spot, and she had to act out impromptu because nothing could've prepared her for that.
"Yes. I feel really bad about what happened the last time." Sam said, "I was mean to you…but now I know you and Randy are just friends. You've really done great writing for him."
"Oh…yeah…yeah, thanks." She said, "Forget about it, it's all in the past. I'm…I'm glad you're okay with our…friendship. It's really more professional than anything. Right, Randy?"
"Huh?" Randy said, looking like a deer caught in the headlight, for suddenly being sucked into the conversation. "Uh, yeah…professional. Really. That's all."
Sam smiled, "I believe you." she touched his arm. "So we're going to head out for lunch. Maybe you want to join us, Arianne?"
Arianne and Randy exchanged looks. "Oh…uhm…" She stammered, thinking of a something to say. "N-nah…I'm…I'm not really hungry…you guys go." She glanced at Randy, "I'll be fine."
He felt bad about it, but what can he do? Now he realized why Arianne didn't want to be there, but it's too late now.
"Well, all right then. Some other time, maybe." Sam said, as she stood up. "Let's go, Randy?"
"Yeah…" He stood up then too. "Let's."
"See you around, Arianne." Sam said.
"See you." She said.
And then they left her. Randy looked back at her and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry.' She didn't say or expressed anything back. She just felt nailed on the chair. She couldn't move. She couldn't leave. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes were warm and she felt like crying, but she fought hard not to let the tears fall. She just wanted to disappear right then, knowing that won't be the only time something like that was going to happen.
She didn't even try to contact him the whole day, and tried to focus on her work. But in moments when she's all by herself, she couldn't help but think about the situation and it kills her every time.
But then, she remembers Joseph's threats and thought maybe its best they keep away from each other for now, while his wife was around. It doesn't make it easier, but it made sense. That's why when he went to ask her to come with him to the fan axxess she declined.
"What do you mean you're not coming?"
"It means I'm not going with you." She said. She sat in front of the mirror. "I have other stuff to do. I can't come, I'm sorry."
"But we've talked about this." Randy said, "Sam already knows you're coming with me…"
"So am I supposed to feel better about that?" She snapped. But she caught herself in time and put the breaks on. "I'm sorry…there's just…a lot on my mind."
"No…it's all right." He said. He put his hand over her shoulder, "I know the situation is hard, but I'm trying to make it work for you…for us."
"You think it's working this way?" She looked at him on the mirror. "You have no idea of the gravity of our situation."
You only know half of it, Randy. She thought. But I'm afraid to let you know everything.
He sighed, "All right…if you don't want to go I'm not going to force you." He said, "I'll see you later?"
"That's all you can do…see me." She tried to joke, but it was obvious in her weak little smile that she didn't find it funny herself.
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Saturday, Hours before the Hall of Fame Ceremony
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Arianne was sitting on the bed in her hotel suite, staring at the dress she was going to wear for the night. She still doesn't know if she wants to go to the HOF ceremony and go through everything. She recalled how it went down last year, when she wasn't with Randy yet. It all seemed so easy then.
So much has changed in that one year. It was the same night they shared their first kiss inside that empty hotel restaurant. She remembered how he held her as they danced, just the two of them. She wondered what would've happened, where would they be now, if that didn't happen. She couldn't even picture it.
Suddenly someone knocked on her door. She half jumped out of bed hoping it was Randy, but it wasn't. It was Cody.
"Oh…hey, Codeman." She said.
"Wow, thanks, I feel so welcome." Cody said sarcastically. "You seem so happy to see me."
"Sorry. Come in." She smiled weakly. "So…what's up?"
"Nothing…I just thought I'd check up on you. How you're doing." He said, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine…relatively." She said, sitting back on the bed.
"Is that what you're wearing tonight?" He asked when he saw her dress. "It's gonna look great on you."
"Yeah…I'm not even sure if I'm really going."
Cody dropped his head, "I hate to say it Ari, but…I told you so." He said, "I told you before, I warned you…you're only gonna get hurt."
"I know that, Cody." She said, "I feel that…pain, every single second that I know he's with her, whether I see them or not. But Cody…if I'm to choose between that and not having him in my life…Cody, I'd rather hurt."
"Well then you better attend the ceremony." Cody said, "It'll raise more suspicions if you don't…especially since we're not the only ones who know anymore."
He really wanted to rub the situation in her face, but seeing her looking as downtrodden as she was at that moment, he just didn't have the heart to.
"We can go together like last year if you like." Cody said, "So you don't feel awkward."
She looked up at him and took his hands. "You're a good friend, Cody." She said, "You're right…I chose this, I should take everything that comes with it, all the baggage. Besides…I promised him I'll go."
So Arianne decided to go to the HOF ceremony with Cody, hoping that somehow she was prepared enough to face all the pain she knew she was going to feel. But she was wrong. When they came down to the hotel lobby and saw Randy and Sam, she could feel her heart starting to crack that she could almost hear it.
She tried her best to divert her attention, but just the knowledge at the back of her head that he was there, with her, was already killing her every second. She didn't even look at him when he and Sam approached her and Cody to complement her dress. Randy on the other hand just stood there silently, looking at her, perhaps knowing how she must have been feeling at that very moment.
Unfortunately, the seats were assigned and she couldn't sit with Cody during the ceremony. She was sitting several rows behind Randy and she could see the two of them clearly. She tried to focus on what was happening on the stage but her attention just gravitates towards him.
And every second she's staying there was putting a strain in her heart. It was like she couldn't even breathe because her chest was so constricted, and crushing in on her heart. She thought her heart was going to shatter into million little pieces if she didn't go. So she did the only thing she could to avoid it.
She stood up and went outside to get some air, hoping nobody would notice. But Randy noticed her as she sneaked out the side door. He wanted to tell Cody to check up on her, but decided to do it himself. He saw her talking with Drew (McIntyre) because she accidentally bumped into him, literally, and suddenly felt his temper flare.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Drew said, handing her her purse.
"It's okay." She smiled, "It's my fault I wasn't looking at where I was going."
"Neither was I...Well, I'll see you inside then." He said, touching her arm before he walked off.
"What the f*ck was that about?" Randy said suddenly behind her, startling her.
"It was nothing. We just bumped into each other." She said, walking away.
He followed her, "I don't want you talking to him." He said, "And where are you going anyway?"
She shot a look at him. "I will talk to whomever I want, and I'm going wherever the hell I want to…it's none of your business." She said, "Why don't you just go back there and be where you're supposed to be!"
Then she just stepped in the ladies room. She's just a mess, with all different sorts of emotions going through her and she didn't exactly want to confront it. Randy almost followed her there too if he didn't get blocked by someone coming out from it. So he just stood there outside the door and waited for her.
There were only three other people inside and they've all came out one by one, but Arianne stayed inside longer because she didn't want to talk to him. She won't admit it to herself but she blames him. How could he let her go through with it? What did he want to prove? That she'll do anything for him? That she's his property? The attitude he had telling her not to talk to Drew just added to her annoyance.
When the others left the ladies room, that's when she went inside one of the cubicles and sat there and tried to make herself calm down to no avail. Randy was getting impatient waiting for her to come out, so he pushed the door slightly open with his foot, enough to peek in and see if there was anyone else inside. He didn't see her or anyone else, so he looked around to see if anyone was looking, and when he was sure no one was, he went inside and locked the door.
"Ari, where are you?" He called out. She didn't answer. "I know you're here, just come out…let's talk about this."
"Damn it, Randy, just leave me alone, will you?" She said.
He knew then which cubicle she was in, so he went there. "Open the door, Ari."
"No. Just go back inside, leave me alone." She said, "I don't want to talk right now."
"I said open the damn door or I'm going to break it." He said, with more authority, which she didn't appreciate.
"Fine!" She opened the door, and stormed out. "You don't want to leave? Then I'm going to leave!"
But he caught her arm, "Get back here!" He said, "Why are you acting up?"
"Let go of me, Randy!" She glared at him, and struggled to let herself loose. "You're not my boss! You can't tell me what to do about everything! I've done too much and you don't even know!"
"Stop it! Ari, stop struggling!" He held her then, forcibly, in his arms. "Stop it! You're gonna get hurt, you're gonna make me hurt you!"
"What? You don't think you've hurt me enough already?" She said, as her tears suddenly burst out of her eyes, and she just felt all her energy depart her. "You don't have any idea how much all this is hurting me, do you? What the hell are you trying to prove?"
"No, you're wrong." He said, softly. He held her up and wrapped his arms around her. "I do know…And I'm sorry. I didn't realize until it was too late." He cupped her face in his hands, "I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I just wanted you to be here…I want to have you around. I'm sorry."
She wouldn't look at him though, and she turned away when he tried to kiss her. "I just want to go." She said weakly.
"All right…" He sighed, and let go of her. "I'm not gonna stop you."
She walked over to the sink and cleaned off the mascara that had smeared around her eyes. He just stood there and watched her quietly, with every movement she made eating at him. He should have never coerced her to come. She didn't even look at him or said anything as she walked towards the door.
"I-I'll come tonight, I promise." He said, in an attempt to make her feel better.
"Whatever." She said before she went out the door.
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Later that night…
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[Meet me at the parking lot. I'm waiting in the car. ]
The message read. She deleted it immediately. It was from Randy. She didn't want to do it, but figured if she kept the message, she'd keep looking at it and might even change her mind. All she wanted right then was to be with him, but the past couple of days made her wary. She's always worried that someone's watching her every move, especially when she and Randy are together.
She turned her phone off because he keeps calling, and she didn't want to pick up. Then she decided to just try and get some sleep.
Randy on the other hand was getting frustrated by the second. He felt even more hopeless when she turned her phone off and his calls were redirected to her voice mail. Sam had decided to go back to the hotel after the ceremony to take care of Alanna, but he told her he wanted to stay for the after-party. At least that's where he said he'd be. He only stayed for a bit and then decided to go see Arianne, but she wasn't making it easy.
Finally, he decided to just give it up and go to his suite. He thought she wasn't coming. That's why he was surprised when he came out of the car and saw her a few feet away as he locked the door. She was standing by a post, in the dark, inconspicuously.
"Ari?" He called.
She took a few steps forward, and he could see the hesitation in her face, so he walked over to her instead. He was going to kiss her but she turned away and pulled back.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"We need to talk." She said, "I need to tell you something very important. Can we go someplace else?"
"Yeah, sure." He said.
He led her to the car and they drove off. She didn't tell him where she wanted to go, so he just drove until they found a motel along the highway and got them a room. She wasn't talking at all, so he thought it's what she wanted too. But he was wrong.
As soon as he locked the door behind him, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him as he claimed her mouth. He kissed her so passionately, as if making up for the times he wanted to but couldn't, that she almost gave in and forgot what she had to do—what she had to tell him. She regained her self-control soon enough.
"Wait, Randy, hold on…" She pulled away from him. "Let's…let's just talk first. Please?" She held his hands. "It's really important."
"Okay…" he said. He felt a little nervous about what she was going to tell him. "Let's sit down."
They sat at the foot of the bed, and slowly, nervously, she started to tell him everything that she'd been hiding from him from the start. She told him all about how her parents died, and about her brother and how they initially planned on destroying him.
"You what?" Randy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can't be serious!"
"I'm sorry. It's the truth. I just want to come out and tell you everything…"
"I can't believe you!" He yelled, as he stood up abruptly. "How could you do that to me? After everything?"
"It was before all this!" She said, trying to touch him but he pushed her away. "Listen to me; I changed my mind a long time ago."
"And I'm supposed to believe you now?" He snapped at her. "How would I know you're telling me the truth now? That you're not still going through with your plans? Why should I believe you?"
"Because, I love you!" She said, "I gave you everything I had! I gave you all of me! Isn't that enough proof?"
"How do I know you only gave yourself to me?" He said, "For all I know you slept your way to get here just to go through with you and your brother's plan!"
Something came over Arianne when he said that. Suddenly she felt herself about to blow up. She felt angry and betrayed. After all the sacrifices that she'd made the past few days, all the heart aches, all the alarm and worry she'd felt for him from the people who wanted to hurt him by using her for the last month.
After everything that she'd given to him and given up for him, he had the audacity to tell her that—to question her like that? It was too much a blow to her honor that she lost control of herself and slapped him across the face with all her might.
"How dare you say that to me?" She said. Her tears began to fall out of her eyes because of anger. "How dare you imply that I used my body to get ahead?"
She tried to hit him again, over and over, but he shielded himself with his arms then.
"You should know! You should know that's not true! You should know!"
"Stop it!" He said. He didn't understand what she was saying—what he should know. "What should I know? Stop it!"
She wouldn't stop hitting him though, so on one desperate attempt to avoid getting hit again, Randy pushed her towards the bed. Unfortunately, he miscalculated and pushed her too hard that it shocked the both of them.
"I-I'm sorry." He said.
"Get out…GET OUT!" She screamed.
She threw anything she could get her hands on at him, and kept screaming for him to get out.
"Ari, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…" He pleaded, trying to come close but he couldn't.
"I said get the hell out you son of a bitch!" She yelled, as she kept throwing stuff at him while crying. "I hate you! Get the fuck out of here! I never want to see you again! Get out!"
She threw her shoe at him and it hit him hard on the shoulder, and that's when he lost his patience completely.
"Fine! You hate me?" He said, erupting in anger, his eyes glistening and his face red. "Well I hate you too, you bitch! I HOPE I NEVER see you again!"
Then he stormed out of there, slamming the door shut on his way out. He went back to his car and tried to put the key into the ignition, but his eyes were so blurry because of his anger that he couldn't slip it in. In his frustration he threw the key to the floor of the car and slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He tried to tell himself to calm down, but it doesn't seem to be working.
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Meanwhile, Ari sat there on the bed of the motel, trying to get herself together, but having a hard time doing so, with all the mix of emotions she had going through her. She could feel herself shaking in anger that she decided to take a shower to cool herself down, but it wasn't working.
Then she heard someone come inside the room. It was Randy, and he slammed the door shut again as he stepped inside. She grabbed the robe and put it on and went out of the bathroom, her anger boiling even more because of him having the nerve to come back.
"Ari! Where are you? Get out here!" He yelled.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She yelled back, as she came towards him. "You have some kind of nerve coming back!"
"Shut the fuck up!" He said.
Suddenly he grabbed her and pinned her hard against the wall and kissed her fiercely. She struggled to break free from him, and as soon as she did, she slapped him across the face, with more force this time. There was fire in her eyes from the anger burning inside her. She was breathing hard, feeling the intensity of emotions rushing through, her heart pounding, beating a hundred miles an hour.
He was looking at the floor for a moment, feeling his temperature rising. He could taste his own blood in his mouth. He turned towards her, gritting his teeth, with his eyes ablaze, trying to keep himself from erupting. But it was getting harder by the second. He licked his blood as it trickled down the corner of his lips. He was puffing and huffing as he looked at her.
Without warning, she lunged at him. He was caught off guard, thinking she was going to hit him again, but she didn't. Instead she grabbed around his neck, pulling him down, and kissed him. It took him a moment to react, but then he kissed her back, violently, driving her back up against the wall again with a loud thud, almost lifting her off her feet as he pressed himself against her body, ravaging her as if he was a hungry beast and she was his prey.
But she wasn't going to be just a willing prey. She tasted his blood in her mouth and it woke up something in her, something more feral, something…wilder. She matched his ferocity and intensity at every turn, fighting him off and fighting him back. The photos on the wall shook and crashed on the floor because of her struggling.
This excited him even more. Maybe it was the adrenaline surge that running through his veins. Or maybe it was just the beast in him. He could sense she felt the same. Whether from anger or passion, they didn't know-it was hard to distinguish at the state they were in when they've let their primal instincts take over.
She pushed him off of her, but grabbed a handful of his shirt and it ripped off, right down the middle. He was surprised at her show of strength for a second. He took the torn shirt off and threw it on the floor as he spat out blood from his mouth. Then he lunged at her, turning her around and making her face the wall, wrenching her arms behind her with one hand, as he unzipped his pants.
"Get off me, you bastard!" She said.
"Or what? Huh?" He hissed in her ear.
He put his knee up between her legs a forced them apart. She could feel him, hard, pressing and rubbing against her butt through the thick cotton fabric of her robe.
"Or I'll scream!" She growled, struggling still.
"Scream then!" He growled back, biting at her ear. "I don't give a shit!"
She had to get out from under him, but she couldn't move. She was not going to let him have his way, so she did the only thing she could think of and head butted him.
"Dammit! What the fuck?" He yelled, as he backed off of her, covering his mouth because she hit him where he was bleeding inside his mouth already.
She pushed him down a chair and he fell backwards. It was a good thing it was standing next to the wall so it supported his weight but not without making a loud thud on the wall.
"Think you can just have your way with me like that?" She screamed.
She swung again but missed so he caught her arm and pulled her towards him. She crashed on top of him, and he grabbed her and kissed her forcefully slipping his tongue into her mouth, and searching for hers. She was resisting him at first, and he had to wrap his arms around her to lock her in place and also so she'd stop hitting him.
But then he felt her slowly kissing him back, accommodating his advances, and she stopped struggling to get away. She even straddled him, putting her legs on either side of him, rocking her hips and rubbing up on him, so he relaxed his hold. She bit his lip, not hard, but enough to make him groan. But it wasn't really because of the pain anymore. No, he wasn't feeling pain at all. It was all pure unadulterated excitement that was coming over him.
And then he felt her sliding down, little by little, licking, biting, and nibbling at his searing hot skin. He released her completely, thinking she'd been tamed. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, and let her take control. But he was suddenly pulled from his reverie when he felt her bite him below, hard, on his lower abdomen.
"Aaarrgh!" He roared, as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up off of him.
"I hate you!" She said, trying to set her hair free. "Let go!"
"Stop it!" He yelled back. "You're making me angry!"
"And you think I'm not angry?" She said.
She swung again, but he caught her this time. He scooped her up on his shoulders and carried her towards the bed where he slammed her down the mattress. She tried to get up but he pushed her back down. She wasn't wearing anything under the robe and she was exposed then, especially when he untied her robe and spread it open.
He got on top of her pinning her arms above her head with one hand, as he slithered out of his underwear with the other, and afterwards clutched and gripped at her soft, feverish flesh. He was moving in such a frenzied manner, as if he doesn't know where to put his mouth on. But anywhere he does felt like coals burning her skin, making her moan in pain and pleasure. Her senses were on high and every little thing he did was magnified a thousand times over.
He pulled one of her legs up and positioned himself between her thighs. He had only one thing on his mind right then.—to take her, whether she likes it or not.
"Hmm…Randy…Stop…" She said.
She tried to say it with more conviction, and sound like she didn't like what he was doing, but she found it hard to do so.
"Stop fighting me." He said through gritted teeth, his breath hot on her skin.
But those words reminded her that she was supposed to be fighting him and not let him get in control. So she gathered all her strength and stuck her knee on his side, throwing him off of her.
"Aaahhh!" He screamed in pain, wincing.. "The fuck, Ari!"
She tried to escape by crawling to the other side of the bed, but he caught her robe and pulled it off her. She almost slipped out of his grasp, if he had not grabbed her foot and dragged her back down to his side of the bed and mounted her.
"Randy, let me go dammit!" She yelled, her voice muffled.
"Not until I'm done with you!" He yelled back.
She was sprawled; face down on the mattress, with him on top of her with all his weight on her as he clenched his hands on her hips. She tried to twist and turn around to escape, but it was difficult to maneuver with his weight on her.
They both stopped when someone started knocking on the door loudly.
"Hey, is everything all right in there?" A man said.
Randy recognized the voice as the guy who was at the reception. Somebody must've called and reported about all the noise they were creating.
He knocked again, more frantically. "Is everything all right in there? Hello?"
Randy and Arianne looked at each other, waiting for the other to react. For a second he thought he was going to go through with her threat and scream for help.
"Now's your chance." He said breathing, panting, and sweat forming on his forehead.
"Yeah!" She said suddenly, to his surprise. "Everything's fine!"
He looked at her straight in her eyes. They were so full of life. They were burning, burrowing through him, dilated with desire, and passion. It made him hotter, made him want her more, feeling his own desire and passion elevate.
"Are you sure?" The man said outside.
"YES!" Both of them hissed at the same time.
"Well, keep it down!" The man said, "There are other people here and they're complaining!"
The man said something else, but they weren't really listening anymore. She was done fighting him. There was no sense to it. But then again, nothing between them makes sense. It just is.
Still sprawled, and pinned under him, she reached behind for him and kissed him with fervor. He pushed himself up, propping his hands on the mattress to allow her enough leeway to get on her hands and knees.
There was nothing left to do. She was his for the taking, and took her he did. He thrusted himself, hard, all the way inside her, that made her let out a muffled cry, and him to grumble. But the pain was nothing in contrast with the pleasure and ecstasy enveloping the both of them.
He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his whole entity, like a car engine pumping gas to power him up. He pulled himself out for a moment before he thrusted again, harder. She threw her head back as her spine buckled, biting her lip from the brunt of it.
He began to move in rhythmic fashion at first, and then faster and more erratic, grunting as he did. He held her steady, gripping at her pelvis, his fingers digging at her flesh. He wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Her body was rocking back and forth with each impact his body makes with hers. Each impact making the fire building below and inside her burn hotter by the second.
"Oh, god….Randal…so good…Randal…" She moaned.
The way she said—moaned his name was like music to his ears, stimulating him. He had all his weight on her, and her arms were getting tired. He maneuvered their position so they would be lying on their sides, her back still on him, snuggling her. He lifted her outer leg up and over his thigh for easier access and freer movement.
He wrapped himself around her, his arms and hands all over her body like a snake, clasping at her tightly. He had a hand over her breasts, moving from one to the other, clutching, squeezing and rubbing them for his pleasure, while his other hand stimulated her from below, adding fuel to the fire she was already feeling down there.
She couldn't even say anything, but to moan and whimper. She was in too far and too deep into the nirvana he has taken her to. She strained to kiss him, twisting her body to reach him. She could feel all of him, inside her and all over her body. The pulsating, throbbing, pounding, burning, and nipping—she felt it all, and it was taking her to some place in her psyche she'd never been nor ever imagined she could go.
"Uhhh…Ari…f**k…damn it…" He groaned his voice low and gruff, reverberating on the skin of her neck. "So f***ing tight…Hrrmm.."
"Hmm…god…Randy...aahhh…so deep.." She said, breathlessly, her voice, no more than a soft squeak. "Baby…I'm gonna come again…"
"Oh….yesss…god…Ari…" He hissed, "Oh, I'm almost there…"
In a few seconds, they climaxed at the same time, resulting in an orgasmic explosion neither of them had ever experienced before. But it didn't end there. They wanted more. The adrenaline in their system was too high and there was no slowing down for either of them at that point.
Whenever it seems like he was relenting, she was there to take control, maneuvering to take the lead, giving him back everything he did to and for her. But when he finds an opportunity to take back the reign, he doesn't let it pass. He seizes it fully, manipulating her, twisting her around and turning her over in every which way he wanted to take her. And when he does, she lets him and she likes it. She knows resistance is futile and challenging him only makes him do worse…or better, depending on how you see it.
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A/N Hi, everyone! Thanks for subscribing and favoriting this story! There's only a few more chapters left, so I hope to hear from you, what you think of the story. It will be greatly appreciated. :) Well, I hope you enjoyed this and continue reading the next few chapters! :D ↨3