A/N: Fair warning, this chapter is mostly smut... which is unusual for me as I generally don't write smut but... here we are.

8: Claimed

Paul stared down at the still unconscious Sine with a frown on his face. He took in the black slip she had been changed into –not by him, definitely not- and shook his head. "I can't be a part of this, 'Taker." He said finally, turning to look up into the other man's face. "This is…" He cowered under the evil look shot his way, swallowing hard. "This is your decision and I will support you one hundred percent."

'Taker allowed a smirk to curl his upper lip, patting Paul on his fleshy shoulder. "Smooth recovery, old man."

"Oh…"

Paul looked back down at her again, blanching when hazy gray eyes opened.

"Leave us." 'Taker ordered, watching as Paul quickly vacated and shook his head at the other man's obvious cowardice. This time around, there was no balcony for Sine to attempt using as a method of escape. There was nowhere for her to run, nowhere for her to ride. He studied her, his smirk turning into a feral grin as she took in her new garb before landing on him. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" He drawled almost teasingly, his green eyes narrowing to slits.

"Why are you doing this?" It was all she could whisper as she tried sitting up, groaning when her head began doing revolutions, dizziness trying to force her back down. What did he want from her? Wasn't it enough he had chased her through several continents, and then actually had her? What more did he need? He already knew she was afraid of him, that should have been enough to satisfy him. Sine closed her eyes; blocking out the image of him and hoped that Hunter hadn't been caught helping her.

'Taker regarded her quietly, stroking his goatee as he took in the way she defensively drew her pale legs up to her chest, hunching over them. "I find you interesting and I want another round." He shrugged, it wasn't exactly something he was ashamed of. He was sick, perverted, and he made no apologies for it. "Now then…" Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his navy blue, drawstring pajama bottoms, he pushed them down over his hips and down his muscular legs, kicking them aside. "Enough with the questions."

"No! Stay away from me!" Sine ordered, forcing herself to roll away from him when he kneeled on the bed, instantly regretting it when her head began doing circles. She didn't want another 'round' with him. She didn't want to play this sick game of his anymore. What, they would have another encounter, and then he would let her go only to kidnap her all over again? No thanks. "I mean it!" She shrieked when he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back and dragging her legs over his hips. A hand planted against her shoulder blades forced her upper body down against the mattress.

"Now we both know that's not what you really want." He murmured huskily, his hands moving to gently grip her hips and positioned her so he was pressing against her, his erection brushing against her black satin panties. Sine was fighting him this time and he growled, knowing it would be a rough encounter, mostly for her if she didn't stop this and just admit she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Sine let out a muffled scream when she felt the panties being ripped from her, feeling the material catching painfully on her flesh before giving under the force he exerted. "Not again, not again!"

"Yes, again, and many more times after." He hissed, trailing two fingers up her inner thigh until he reached her sex, chuckling darkly. "You're screaming no, pet, but this tells me otherwise…" He slid his fingers into her wetness, hearing her mewl softly.

Damn it, he was doing it again, making her mind and body go to war against each other. Sine tried closing her legs though that was impossible considering they were held a part by his waist and bit down on the pillow when she felt his fingers stop stroking her only to be replaced with another part of his anatomy she knew too well. "No, I don't want you!" She gasped, pushing herself off the mattress and turning her head to look at him from over her shoulder. At the piercing look he was giving her, she felt her cheeks staining crimson.

They both knew that was a lie.

He tormented her, inching in her only to withdraw and do it again. He kept this up until she was whimpering and wriggling her hips, pressing her delicious ass back against him. "And you said you didn't want me…" He murmured, running his fingertips down her spine lightly.

Sine shivered, knowing this was never going to end. He would constantly pull her back until one day he finally tired of her. She felt him leaning over her, felt his fingers caressing her cheek and turned her head, catching a finger between her teeth and bit down as hard as she could, drawing blood.

"I enjoy a little pain." He rumbled, not phased in the slightest and waited until she stopped tearing into his finger before pulling his hand away. A second later, he had delivered in quick succession, three stinging blows to each side of her ass. The sounds of her indignant, pained yelps brought a slight smile to his face as he took in his handiwork. "Beautiful…" He purred, caressing his palm over the red, raised areas.

Sine had never been more humiliated, or turned on, in her life. She could feel tears wetting her cheeks, not daring to look at him as she hung her head, her hair cascading down over her face.

He could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs and that told him that she apparently enjoyed a good spanking. "Naughty girl." He murmured, following it up with another series of quick slaps.

The first few slaps, Sine had liked though she would never admit that to him. However, he was getting a bit heavy handed now and she knew he was doing it on purpose. She had never been able to tolerate pain very well but then again, she had never had too before either. She also didn't play games all that well and that was all this was: a game. "Stop!" She pleaded, reaching back to grip his bare knees, digging her fingernails into his skin. "No!"

"YES!" 'Taker roared, positioning the head of his cock against her with one hand and the other moved to bury itself in her hair, wrenching her head back. "Mine." He growled before burying himself to the hilt in her very, very receptive body.

He had her and he knew it. Sine was crying while at the same time she was enjoying it, hating her body for betraying her like this. When he got tired of her clawing at his knees, he took hold of her arms, pinning them behind her, once more forcing her head down against the mattress. Between that and the hard, rapid thrusts as he slammed into her over and over, there wasn't much she could do, except respond to him.

When he felt her responding and was fairly certain she wasn't going to try clawing him to hell and back or get away, he let go of her wrists, watching as her hands instantly went to the bed, fisting the sheets. Keeping one of his own massive hands on her hip, he snaked the other beneath her, trailing his fingertips down her stomach. "Damn… I missed you…"

She hadn't missed him, at all. The terror and constant looking over her shoulder were things she could live without. But she'd also be lying if she didn't acknowledge the fact that her body had missed what he could do for her. Though the stinging of her ass was also a reminder of just how vicious he could be when provoked. "I hate you." She whispered passionately.

"I know, part of me hates you as well." He whispered in return, bending down to nip at her side. "On some level, you also love me and the things I make you feel."

She shot him an incredulous look. There was no love on her part and if he honestly thought there was then he was truly delusional. How could anyone lover a monster such as he? Another ragged moan escaped her unwilling lips, knowing she was seconds away from being claimed by him, again. Turning her head, Sine drug a pillow towards her, biting down on it to stifle her cries.

'Taker wasn't having that, reaching forward to jerk the pillow away from her, throwing it across the room carelessly. "You'll not deny me, Sine." He growled, beginning to slap her ass in time with his thrusts. He soon had to stop in favor of grasping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled her back to meet his strokes. "We were made for each other…"

"No, no…" It was a ragged denial, her breaths now coming in harsh pants. "Mark!" Sine screamed suddenly, grinding back against him for all she was worth, her hips twisting in jerky circular motions. She refused to call him 'Taker anymore, that showed she was afraid of him and he seemed to get off on that, and in her. Feeling his movements becoming wilder told her they were both moments away from the end.

She heard her own name coming from him, feeling the briefest amount of satisfaction from that before what was left of her air was driven from her, feeling a dull pain from where he was holding into her. He pulled her back so tightly she could feel him pressing in spots that she hadn't been aware were erogenous zones until just now.

Deep down, she knew that it would never be this good with anyone but him and the thought of that broke her heart. When she could finally move without shivering, and when she felt his hold on her loosening, she slumped forward, letting her upper body sprawl on the bed tiredly.

Her reprieve was short lived as he moved away from her, letting her legs drop unceremoniously with the rest of her before moving up to join her at the head of the bed. He lay down and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him when she tried squirming away from him and buried his face in her damp neck.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." He whispered, running a hand down to rest on her slightly swollen cheek, feeling her tensing beneath his palm. "You clocked me with a sewing machine and set my house on fire, while I was in it. If I was going to truly hurt you, Sine, I would've done it by now. I couldn't harm you… much." 'Taker was giving her a dose of his brutal honesty, tightening his hold on her a fraction more when she squirmed in an effort to break away. "Relax."

"Please, just let me go." Sine pleaded softly. "What's this going to lead too, Mark?" Besides a whole lot of pain and agony, all of it most likely on her end. "You can't keep having people following me and you can't keep me with you."

"Yes, I can." He felt her chest stop, knowing she was now holding her breath anxiously. "You're not leaving me, not again Sine."

Sine did her best to look up at him, feeling her neck cricking at the odd angle.

"We've tried going our separate ways and it didn't work out, I want you with me."

She began shaking her head no, ignoring the pain when his hold on her just got even tighter, nearly cutting off her circulation.

"I cannot be without you and regardless of what you say, you cannot be without me. We belong together." He continued, as if she wasn't struggling against him but as if they were having a civilized conversation, loosening his grip enough to haul her up so they were face to face. "In my own way, I love you, and I know you're scared but we can work through this."

Sine felt like one of those bobble-heads she seen in gift shops, her head was shaking and wobbling that much. "No."

"Precious, I hope you have a wedding gown."

"No."

"It'll work out, you'll see. Of course, you're going to have to give up traveling. You can still work; you'll just have to do it from our home."

He wasn't listening to her! Sine could feel panic threatening to overwhelm her, reaching up to grab his wrists when his hands cupped her face. "I said no!"

Laughing, he grabbed hold of her wrists, pinning them between their bodies and brushed his lips against hers, growling lustily when she actually bit him. Pulling back, he tongued his lip, tasting blood and regarded her out of narrowed eyes.

Sine held her breath.

"We're going to be married Sine."

"You can't, I'll never agree to it." She whispered, staring at him desperately. Somehow she already knew he didn't need her consent, he would find a way around that like he did everything else. "I don't love you, Mark. I will never love you."

His acidic gaze never left hers as he transferred both her wrists to one hand, his free hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. He snorted when she squirmed, not bothering with niceties and simply thrust two large fingers in her still wet hole, knowing it was a mixture of both his and her juices he was feeling. "You will." He vowed, watching her face intently as he began pleasuring her, seeing the flush coming back to her cheeks. "You will."

~!~

"You want to what?" Paul could not, could NOT, believe he had been woken up at six in the damn morning to be told this. "Have you lost your mind, 'Taker?" He demanded shrilly. "You can't marry her!" He actually slapped his face, wondering if he was actually seeing the Undertaker smile. Granted, it was sort of an insane smile, but it was a smile. Paul could hear Sine crying softly in the bathroom, not even wanting to know why –unless it was the obvious and she wasn't a happy bride. He simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "When and where?"

Paul was pretty sure he was still asleep as 'Taker passed over a list of instructions, his eyes skimming it and groaned. "Vegas? That'll attract attention." He warned after a moment.

"I'm not giving her the chance to run and I will not wait a week or however long it would take for a license through the traditional channels." 'Taker began laughing, ignoring it when Paul jumped at the sound. "Besides, this isn't exactly a traditional sort of engagement, now is it, old friend?"

Honestly, it was more like a forced engagement, literally. He almost felt bad when Sine emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and a resigned expression on her pale, tear stained face. Almost. He hadn't forgotten this seemingly delicate, helpless woman had actually tried killing him and the 'Taker both, via arson.

Holding onto that thought in order to stave off the guilt, Paul simply nodded up at the Phenom. "I'll see that arrangements are made." He said flatly, turning to walk out of the room.

"Paul?"

The almost too casual tone of voice sent a shiver of fear up Paul's spine though he tried not to show it. "Yes?" He asked, turning his head just slightly.

"If anyone finds out about this and tries to stop it… I'll hold you personally responsible. Understand me?"

"Y-yes."