6: Sick and Twisted

"What do I want from you?" 'Taker repeated, chuckling softly when he felt her shudder almost violently and it only made his blood hot. Inclining his head until his mouth was right beside her ear, pressing his much larger body against hers. He knew the power and strength he possessed, how easy it would be to harm her without even really trying. "Are you scared?" He whispered, sliding his hand further up her thigh until it rested against her panty covered sex, his tongue flicking against her earlobe. "Tell me you're scared and I might let you go."

Something told Sine that he got off on people fearing him. Something also told her if she lied and said she wasn't scared, he would do his best to change her mind.

God, he was scaring her and turning her on all at the same time. Not a healthy combination.

She let out a long, shaky hiss, trying not to arch against his hand. When he tongued her earlobe for a second time, she turned her head, brushing her lips against his.

Out of everything she could have done or tried, that was not what he had been anticipating. The moment her lips touched his, the simmering desire he had been feeling began turning to outright need. He knew she had a dark side to her, hidden somewhere behind those deceptively calm gray eyes of hers it had been lurking.

When Sine's lips parted for him, he wasted no time in tasting her fully, feeling her returning the kiss just as passionately. In one swift movement, 'Taker was lying on his back with her straddling him, his hands running down her shoulders and sides before cupping her ass, feeling her rolling her hips against him.

Sine never broke the kiss, even when he turned positions on her. Her hands roamed what they could reach of his body before finally laying out on him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him.

This was wrong, this was sick. He was sick. She had to stop this.

"This is wrong." She groaned, tearing her lips from his and forced herself to sit upright again. She took several deep breaths, trying to clear her head.

'Taker wasn't giving her time to recover herself, gripping her shoulders tightly and brought her crashing back down against him, claiming her lips in another demanding kiss. She wanted him, she had proved it by initiating the kissing, and now she had no idea what she wanted, but he knew.

Growling softly, he rolled her onto her back, planting his knee between her thighs and purposefully dug into her with it. "Sine…" He coaxed in a low rumble, palming her hips gently. "This is only wrong if you keep thinking it is." He bent down, pressing his forehead against her chest, listening to her fiercely beating heart. "Just let go."

"No…" She shook her head, her body responding to him, completely against her wishes. "You've done horrible things…" Oh but now he was doing simply breathtaking things, like reaching underneath her panties and she couldn't quite hide a gasp of pleasure. Her hands moved to bury themselves in his long hair, her legs parting for him even more.

"You have too." He whispered in her ear, knowing she would probably count this as one of those horrible things in the morning.

~!~

Sine stayed awake long after Mark –or was it 'Taker?- had fallen asleep. She would have tried to get off the bed but his heavy thigh was draped over her legs, effectively trapping her. One of his equally heavy, tattooed arms was draped across her chest, just underneath her breasts. She was pinned good and proper.

What had she done? Oh, she didn't regret it. That was one sexual bout she could never regret but she wasn't too sure what was going to happen now. She felt a chill of terror run down her spine, recalling how he had growled "mine" against her lips when he came, hoping he didn't mean that literally.

When she wiggled, his eyes slowly opened. He had meant what he had said, she was his. While they might not always be physically together, she was always going to belong to him, especially after what had occurred between them. This woman had damn near tried to kill him and yet… perhaps that was part of the appeal.

Regardless of the why, 'Taker knew he couldn't just let her go back to her normal life, not for long at any rate. He tightened his hold on her, nuzzling her neck with a husky chuckle, feeling her shiver and reached down to pull the blanket over them. "Go to sleep, Sine."

~!~

"Are you insane? This woman isn't some… some regular person you can just yank off the street! You have to send her back before people come looking for her!"

"She hasn't asked to leave yet and when she does, then I will let her go."

Sine woke up to what apparently was a hushed argument of some sort, not moving from her place on the bed as she listened.

"What are you even doing here anyway, Paul?" 'Taker sounded agitated and she could picture him running a hand through his long hair, something she was beginning to notice he did when annoyed. "Vince told me he wasn't ready to unveil the higher power yet."

Sine tried puzzling that out, half-listening as Paul asked another sharp question followed by a door being slammed. Vince? Her mind was reeling, now struggling to wake up properly and piece this together. Stephanie had sent a plea for help, had been held prisoner and drugged for who knew how long. Stephanie had also told she had no idea why 'Taker had been so set on marrying her. Sine had assumed, from what Vince and Shane had told her, that it had something to do with a power struggle. So what was this higher power thing?

She didn't want to know, having a feeling she wouldn't like the answer. Her next thoughts centered on 'Taker's other words, concerning her. Would he let her go? She threw back the blankets and slid from the bed, looking up just as he stormed back into the bedroom. "Where are my clothes?"

"In a hurry to be away from me?" He demanded, nudging her back down onto the bed and straddled her, gripping her wrists in one hand when she tried slapping him. "I suppose you heard all of that?"

"Oui."

He arched an eyebrow at that. "Stephanie could never find out the truth, she would have never agreed to it. Vince paid me to… keep her away for a while."

"Did he also pay you to frighten her out of her mind? To drug her? Make her think you were going to marry her?"

He shook his head, a hint of a wicked smirk flickering across his face.

"That girl was terrified, Mark!" Sine's eyes were wide with disgust. She should have really put more effort into hitting him harder with that sewing machine. "I want my clothes."

"Calm down, woman, it was just for a storyline. He's my boss, it isn't like I can exactly tell him to go screw himself."

She wasn't buying that even for a second. He had taken it too far on purpose, he had enjoyed it, he had enjoyed frightening Stephanie and making her believe she was going to wind up married to him. "You are crazy." She said flatly, trying to free her wrist, baring her teeth when he wouldn't let go. "This isn't amusing anymore. You kidnapped that woman because you were afraid to tell your boss no. Then, you tormented me all over this damn earth! You're sick in the head! Let go of me, right now!"

"I'm sick in the head?" 'Taker snorted, releasing her though he didn't get off of her just yet. "You are just as twisted as I am, sweetheart. You have enjoyed every single thing that's happened between us, last night was proof of that."

Her cheeks were slowly turning red.

"You are sick in the head for fucking the man who tormented you, who murdered your precious cat and who you KNEW was a sick and twisted bastard! Admit it, you're just as damaged as me!"

"No, I am not." Sine protested quietly, flinching when he pushed himself violently away from her, sitting up as he got to his feet. "I do not confuse what my body desires with who I am. Now for the last time, give me my clothes."

He just glared down at her.

In response, she stood up and ripped the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around herself. "Fine." She would leave this way if she had too. Before she could even take two steps away from the bed, his hand was wrapped around her upper arm, stopping her. Reluctantly, she looked up into his stern face, trying and failing to meet those venomous eyes.

"It wasn't just your body I claimed last night, repeatedly, Sine and you know it." He said, anger seeping into his tone. "Maybe if you would have minded your own business and stayed out of mine, none of this would have happened. This is all on you, little girl."

She shook her head in denial.

"You loved what happened last night, even though you're trying to deny it."

At this point, Sine was dressing since he had finally released her arm, trying not to cringe as his voice steadily rose. She didn't even bother zipping up her jeans, or locating her shoes, she just flew out the door, aware the only reason she made it was because he allowed it.

Considering what she now knew about Stephanie's little abduction being 'fake' and everything that had resulted from it, McMahon would be really damn lucky if she didn't slap his ass with a lawsuit over all this.

~!~

"So she knows?"

"Yes."

Vince sighed and folded his hands in his lap, contemplating what this could all mean for him and his company. "I didn't expect her to get involved in this mess, 'Taker." He said after a moment, and then scowled. "But then again, I didn't expect you to go as far as you did."

Hunter was standing off to the side, leaning against a wall and listening to the conversation. He began shaking his head, knowing Vince was an idiot and 'Taker was certifiably insane. "'Taker stalked her throughout the world Vince."

That was what had Vince worried, especially if this woman was as well-known and popular as Shane had insisted she was.

'Taker regarded Hunter out of slit eyes, a cold smile on his thin lips. "For my own personal amusement and I didn't harm her… physically."

Groaning, Vince buried his head in his hands.

"Dad, we got a slight problem." Shane interrupted, walking into the makeshift office with a newspaper clutched in his hand. He dropped it down before Vince, pointing to the large image of Sine, standing at a podium. She had held a press conference to explain her disappearance. She had apparently been scheduled to present an award at some fashion show and when she hadn't shown up or even called to cancel, people began to worry.

As far as Shane knew, she hadn't said any names or gone into any details, she had given a very generic explanation as to why she had been gone. He chewed on his thumbnail while Vince scoured the article, trying his best to ignore the Undertaker who was merely sitting there calmly, like he hadn't gone out of his way to harass an internationally renowned designer.

"Compensate her." Vince said when he was finished with the paper, pushing it off his desk and to the floor.

Hunter cocked an eyebrow, wondering if Vince really thought buying this woman off was going to do anything to smooth things over.

Shane simply nodded.

~!~

"Sine?"

Sine looked up from the ledgers she was reviewing when she heard a familiar voice, smiling hesitantly at the sight of Stephanie McMahon standing in her office doorway, looking uncertain.

Stephanie was taking in the woman she somewhat knew, recalling jeans and flannels with messy hair, not this supermodel in an elegant pantsuit with flawless hair and make-up. "What are… do you work here?" She asked lamely.

"The sign on the store says Reneire's, which is also my last name."

"Oh, right."

Sine was a bit curious why Stephanie was even here, wondering if she had strolled in purely by chance but… she had had enough coincidences to last her a lifetime recently. "So…" She cast around for a topic. "Have you finished the storyline yet?"

"What storyline?"

"With your dad paying Calaway and the wedding and…" Sine trailed off, frowning when she seen Stephanie's face draining of color. That would be a no.

~!~

Several hours later, Sine's patience was officially gone when Shane McMahon walked through her door. She idly wondered why she had even bothered to come in today, she could have just done the work from home, but no… she felt she needed to make an appearance and show that she really was back. Well forget that, next month when it came book balancing time, she was doing it from her home office.

"If this is about Stephanie, I don't want to hear it." She said flatly, peering at him from over the rims of her reading glasses. "Paying a man to kidnap his own daughter…" She shook her head, turning her attention back to the paperwork in front of her. "By the way, that check is currently on its way to WCW."

Shane's eyes narrowed at that and he had to grit his teeth in order to prevent himself from lashing out at her. "I'm here to give you a friendly warning, Miss Reneire."

She still didn't look up.

"Keep out of affairs that do not concern you and do not discuss anything you may have heard within our company with anyone." When she shot him a look that clearly said she thought he was an idiot, he bit back a growl. "As of right now, you have lost the WWF as a client."

"And I am sure my wallet will suffer greatly for it. Thank you, Shane; you may let the door hit your ass on the way out."