Cracks in the Crystal

Eight

Stephanie quietly made her way around the room, picking up her clothes and slipping them back on as quickly as she could. Once she was completely dressed she turned with a sigh to look at the bed and bit her lip as she let her gaze take in the man sleeping soundly. He looked happy and content in his sleep somehow and Stephanie couldn't help the guilt that racked her body as she realized she was the reason for that.

He had confessed his love for her without realizing it, thinking she'd been asleep obviously and she had done her best not to cringe. She had always known his feelings for her were more then just lust and attraction but as long as he hadn't said anything, she could pretend she wasn't being a complete and utter bitch. She could never give him everything he wanted and while a part of her hated what she was doing; another wouldn't allow her to stop.

She smiled sadly at his sleeping form, slipping out of the bedroom and then out of his hotel room quietly. She glanced around the hallway as she headed towards the elevators. It may have been almost 4 in the morning but that didn't mean she shouldn't be careful. It'd do no good for anyone involved if someone, somehow found out she'd been sneaking out of Randy Orton's hotel room this late at night.

Stepping onto the elevator she quickly ran a hand through her messy hair as she pressed the button for her floor. She looked at herself in the reflection of the elevator doors and she frowned at what she saw. She didn't look like herself, she looked and felt like an alternate version of herself and suddenly she just couldn't bear to look at her own reflection. She was disgusted with herself. How had she let this happen?

As the elevator stopped on her floor she breathed a sigh of relief, stepping out quickly and heading straight for her room. She wanted, no needed a shower to wash away the feeling of Randy on her. Regret washed through her, as it always did whenever she'd been with Randy and she couldn't help the hot tears that burned her eyes at her own stupidity. She unlocked her door hurriedly pushing it open as she wiped at her cheeks, not registering the light that was already on in the room.

"Where the fuck were you huh?"

Stephanie jumped as she heard her husband's voice and she looked up, eyes wide as she saw him sitting tensely on the couch. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she looked at him, the guilt flooding through her quickly. He had come back and she'd been out fucking Randy. Again.

She was too stunned to speak as he continued on. "I came back to talk to you. I don't know why I fucking bothered," he growled angrily, looking her over with disgust.

Stephanie immediately shook her head, "Paul no, don't leave again," she begged, stepping closer to him, grabbing his hands to keep him from leaving.

"Why the fuck shouldn't I? You were obviously out fucking Orton," he scoffed, pushing her hands away. "What is it huh? Are you in love with him? Or do you just like being a whore? Is he bigger then me? Fuck, I know he isn't bigger then me. Does he fuck you better then I do, is that it? How many times does he make you cum Stephanie? What is it?" he yelled angrily, stepping closer and closer until Stephanie was backed against the wall.

Tears streamed down her face as he yelled at her, shaking her head in a weak attempt to get him to stop. She had never, ever seen him this angry and even though any other person would be scared of him at this point; she knew he'd never hurt her. She wanted desperately to calm him down, to erase the anger and hurt she could see plain as day on his face.

"Paul, please," she cried, looking up at him pleadingly.

"Just answer me dammit," he shouted, slamming a hand against the wall behind her. "What the fuck is it huh? Am I not fucking good enough for you anymore? Don't you love me? Do I not give you enough attention? Do I not fuck you often enough? Does our life together mean fucking nothing? Why? Why Stephanie?" he continued angrily, tears burning in his eyes as he looked at her.

Stephanie's heart broke as she looked up at him and saw the devastation on his face. She didn't know what to say or how to answer him all she knew was she hated that she was the cause of his devastation and she hated herself for it. She wanted to ease his pain and so she did so the only way she knew how; she leant up and captured his lips in a kiss.

It took him a moment to register what was happening but when he did, he couldn't bear to push her away. Instead he kissed her roughly, pushing her back against the wall as he pressed himself against her. His hands palmed her waist for a moment before they started pulling her clothes off harshly, stripping her as fast as he could as he felt her hands doing the same.

He bit at her bottom lip and sucked at her tongue as his hands tightened on her waist before he lifted her up in the air and slammed her back against the wall. He didn't care at the moment how rough he was being with her; all he knew was that he wanted to fuck her until she forgot everything Orton had ever made her feel. He slipped his hands down to her ass, gripping tightly as he bit hurriedly down her neck, thrusting into her without warning.

Stephanie gasped loudly as she felt her husband push into her and tightened her arms and legs around his body. He was still angry, she could tell by the way he'd slammed her against the wall and bitten his way down her neck to suck on her collarbone. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly and she was sure her nails would leave marks as he started to slam into her, her back banging against the wall.

Her eyes fell closed as she moaned and gasped loudly, her head tilting back to rest on the wall behind her. "Fuck Paul," she gasped out breathlessly as she opened her eyes a little to glance down at him.

"You're fucking mine Stephanie," Paul growled out as he looked at her, his pace quickening as he fucked her harder.

Hearing his possessive words along with the way he was pounding into her Stephanie felt her body begin to tremble. She was close and with only a few more powerful thrusts he was sending her over the edge of pleasure as she cried out his name loudly. Her body was shaking with the intensity of her orgasm as he held her, continuing to slam into her hard. She clung to him still and it didn't take long before she heard him groan and felt him emptying himself inside her.

His hips continued to move, even as his pace decreased and he buried his head against her neck. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty skin as he held her there for a moment before he put her back down on her feet. He pulled out of her and pulled away, eyes closed tightly as he ran a hand over his face. He felt dirty as he remembered where she'd been and whom she'd fucked before him.

"I need a shower," he grumbled, not looking at her at all as he headed towards the bathroom.

Stephanie watched him on shaky legs as she leant against the wall; tears still welled up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and that hurt Stephanie more then she thought it could. Her arms wrapped around her body as she suddenly felt insecure and used; he'd fucked her like they didn't even know each other and then walked off. It didn't feel right and she couldn't help the tears that started to fall.

She didn't know if anything would ever be right with them again.

AN: I know a few of you have been wanting angry sex, so here it is. :)

Now to my latest reviewer; Divorce. Since you reviewed as a guest, this is the only way to respond.

1. Fuck the author? Honey this is my story and if you don't like it or don't agree with what I do in it? You don't have to read it. No one is forcing you to read a story you do not like.

2. Punished physically and emotionally? What do you want to happen to them? Do you want them stoned to death for infidelity? The world is not that black and white and that's not the world they live in. Everyone is human and being punished 'physically and emotionally' isn't always the way the world works.

3. Can you really trust ring rat reports? Let's be honest, any ring rat reports would have been from the 90's at least. There's no way he would've fucked around with ring rats once he started dating Stephanie. He's not that stupid. If he was going to cheat on Stephanie McMahon it would not be with ring rats and he's smart enough to keep it locked up tight. No one would know, that's for sure. He wouldn't risk his future and his family for a pathetic little fuck. Not to mention, 11 inches? You'd be able to see that through his ring gear.

4. Fill the hole which Trips widened? You obviously know nothing about female anatomy. A woman's vagina can't be 'widened' or 'loosened' by a dick. If Trips really is as big as you think (doubtful) she may have stretched a little over the years. BUT, giving birth to three children is more likely to have changed her vagina then continuous sex with Triple H has. Vaginas pretty much snap back to their original size no matter what's been put into it.

So, guest reviewer Divorce, if you want to come into my reviews spewing your idiotic crap again, please don't bother. I'd much rather you silently seethe about how horrible the story is then letting me and everyone else see how narrow minded you actually are.

Anyway! Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Please review. :) LT.