Chapter 19

"Oh CHRIST!"

Emery's eyes flew open, her breathing a lot harsher and ragged, thankful he'd stimulated her enough or else this would've hurt. He wasn't a small man by any stretch of the imagination. Skilled, nimble and damn near perfect besides his asshole ways. His mouth sealed to her neck as her legs lifted to drape on either side of him, gasping when he was fully sheathed inside of her in a sharp thrust. Trembling from head to toe, Emery tried in vain to get herself under control and blinked, a few stray tears slipping down her cheeks. It'd been painful, but she also enjoyed it and felt him lick away her tears, finally capturing her mouth in another heated kiss while rocking in and out of her body. He tasted the salt from her tears on his tongue and buried her fingers in his hair again, meeting him for every thrust he produced inside her body. His fingers burrowed into her painfully as he set the pace, pulling away from her mouth.

She tasted delicious; every bit he had tasted tonight was delicious.

"Where's that runaway mouth of yours, Emery?" Mark demanded in a whispered growl, biting on her lower lip drawing it into his mouth. "Come on…" He rolled, catching her when she lost her balance and held her hips tightly, still refusing to let her alter the pace or take control. He had given the illusion of it, letting her ride him, but every time he felt her trying to move of her own volition, he stopped her. "Say. My. Name." Each word was punctuated with a sharp thrust up from his hips.

They were progressing to her screaming it. Shaking her head defiantly, a moan slid from her lips when his hand collided with the top of her backside. Once again, she was powerless against him and felt her resolve crumbling, glaring down at him heatedly.

"Fuck you, Mark…" Another sharp thrust inside of her sent her world spiraling, her nails digging into his chest, but he still wouldn't let her move. "Go to hell, Mark!" Another sharp thrust caused her body to burn for him, her nails leaving small crescents embedded in his skin. "Go fuck yourself, Mark!" He didn't say how she had to say his name and Emery still felt the defiance coursing through her veins, feeling SOME semblance of control she still possessed.

Mark, Calaway, Deadman, Undertaker, Phenom, Taker, he would answer to all of them and he bet he could probably get her to scream all of them. "That's right, my Queen, scream for me." He could feel her nails digging into him and arched up into it. "Go on, darlin', let it all out." This was him giving her permission to pretend she was in charge. When he felt blood, Mark let out a growl, sitting upright and drew her legs around his waist. "You'll beg me, curse my name, and call me god, all before the sun is up, Emery." That was a promise.

"You're not a god." Emery shot back, still breathless with him pulsating inside of her and moaned, feeling him thrust in and out of her once before sliding back in comfortably, not moving again. "You're driving me insane, Mark!" Resting her forehead against his, her hands caressed his broad shoulders and chest, sliding her tongue out to trace his lips teasingly. If he could tease her, she damn sure would reciprocate somehow. "You're just a man fucking a woman, nothing more, nothing less." When he didn't move and simply smirked at her, she gritted her teeth. "Mark." It was said through her teeth and she received a sharp thrust as a reward. "Mark." Another. "Mark…" Another. "I hate you, Mark Calaway." Then she plundered his mouth with hers, receiving a few more thrusts, but not nearly enough to drive them to that point of no return.

Putting her through multiple positions, Mark remained in control and allowed her to feel in control, when it was him pulling the strings the entire time. She cursed him out, told him how much she hated him and begged for mercy where there was none. He had already decided that they would not be stopping or climaxing, until she did call him god, because he was an arrogant son of a bitch like that. It meant his cock was in a constant state of bliss and agony, begging to release and then he'd deny himself repeatedly. Emery wouldn't be a notch, she was getting her own belt, the stubborn woman.

"OH GOD!" Emery shrieked out, not caring anymore and threw her pride out the window by hour 3 of blissful torture and couldn't take anymore, hoping Mark ended this game once and for all. "M-Mark, please…" Her voice quaked, stammering his name because of how much her body had been through in one night. She felt his tongue slide up the length of her spine until he bit into the same spot he marked her at hours ago. It would definitely be bruised for a couple weeks and Emery was shocked his teeth hadn't broken skin. "Please let me cum, Mark! Oh god!"

Emery would pass out, being reduced to begging like a bitch in heat. Tears burned her eyes as he began pounding relentlessly inside of her, doing her best to meet him for every thrust and finally sagged on the bed with her ass in the air, letting him have his way with her. Her strength was completely depleted. Mark had made it more than clear he was no one minute man. He wouldn't be rushed, taunted or goaded into giving Emery her way.

Her words amused more than hurt him as the scratches and bites she had given him… love marks as far as he was concerned. Their mutual climax had them both gasping for air, every inch of him tense as his heart sputtered, trying to regain the blood flow that his lowers had taken over. He dropped lazy kisses along her back, easing her heaving body down onto the bed. In a minute, he would check to make sure he still had a penis, pretty sure the intensity of her orgasm had removed it.

Countless bruises formed on her hips, thighs, upper arms, collarbone, breasts and the huge one he'd made worse every time his teeth sank into her skin. Luckily, all of it could be covered up and she didn't mind, for the most part. Mark had been extremely rough with her. Angry sex with this man was no joke. Emery just lay there for a while, not sure how much time passed while her heart rate and pulse slowed back to normal, her entire body aching. Her thighs trembled and she was pretty sure her pussy was numb. She hissed out, trying to sit up only for Mark's arm wrapped around her waist to bring her down again.

"The sun is rising." She pointed out in a soft murmur, knowing he'd kept his promise to her about everything that would happen before morning came.

Now what would happen between them?

"Yeah." Mark was already half-asleep, contentment coursing through him, relaxing him in ways he hadn't known he needed to relax. He rolled her away from him, drawing her back so they were spooning and buried his face in all that luxurious hair. "That's what you get, darlin," He yawned louder. "For calling me out…" One-minute man, his ass.

"I stand corrected. You're still an asshole." Hearing and feeling his soft growl against her neck, Emery snuggled back against him and placed her hand over his on her chest, falling asleep moments later.

8 hours later, Emery pried her eyes open and felt something heavy against her abdomen, looking down at the tattooed sleeved arm. The previous night/early morning events flowed through her mind, the mind-blowing angry sex they'd had and Emery bit back a groan, not believing she'd actually slept with Mark. After telling him she wouldn't be another notch on his belt and trying to send him away, he'd called her…Emery immediately stopped that thought process and managed to somehow extract herself from his arms, his snores filtering through the room. Grabbing her glasses, she winced with every step she took and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door partially and turned the light on. "Holy fuck." It looked like she'd gotten the hell beaten out of her, though Emery did bruise easily and their bout hadn't been gentle at all. She'd given as much as she'd received, hopefully.

"Shower…need a shower…" Her body was stiff.

"Great idea, darlin'."

When she had extricated herself from him, he had woken up and now here he was. Mark took her in, a half smirk curving his lips. She looked like someone had mugged her. Yawning, he looked down at his own chest, pleased with the still vivid scratches she had left on him, knowing later a few of them would sting like hell once he began sweating in the ring.

"Get the water going, best make it as hot as you can stand it."

It'd help with some of the aches he bet she currently felt, his eyes dropping down to her bruised backside. Mark also spotted a few bite marks and grinned. He was very glad she wore jeans all the time, it'd hide those. The last thing he needed was people thinking she was a battered woman.

Nodding, Emery turned the sprays on and ran her fingers through them until the water was as hot as she could stand it, feeling satisfied. Taking her glasses off and setting them on the sink, Emery stepped in and groaned at how wonderful the hot water felt against her sore body. Mark joined her moments later, both taking turns with the water since it was a standardized shower. The sprays hit both of them, so that was good, but Mark took the brunt of it. After washing her hair and body, Emery rinsed off and felt his fingers sift through her hair to help get the suds out. So many questions ran through her mind, but Emery would not voice them and chalked last night up to a one-time deal. When Mark left here, they would go back to being coworkers because sex didn't mean a relationship had to be established…even the kind they'd had together.

The sex was great, but he wasn't about to dive into anything except a sexual relationship. Even that was tentative just because she was part of the writing team. That was a potential problem he didn't need if things went belly-up. Not to mention, Emery hadn't seemed overly pleased with him last night; he had just forced her to forget why she was mad at him for a while. He kneeled down, getting the soap out of the ends of her hair for her before rising again, cracking his back and neck with a satisfying grunt.

"Still hate me, darlin'?"

"No…god did I really say that to you last night?" The anger had blinded her and her mouth had run away with her apparently. "I never hated you, Mark. I hated how much you teased and tormented me last night, but…never actual hate."

Even when he smashed her laptop by tossing it on the ground or destroying her favorite Kingdom Hearts t-shirt or writing in black ink on her forehead. Though she should do it herself and write 'Undertaker's slut' since that's all he thought of her. A closet slut. Maybe she was. The rage she felt last night was gone and Emery wasn't sure how she felt now. However, she would NOT apologize for the things she'd said because he'd also said terrible things to her as well.

"You said a lot last night, Queenie." He reminded her, now taking his turn at washing his hair, obviously not bothered in the least by whether or not she hated him.

Mark doubted it. He had just given her the best night of sex in her life; she probably loved him for it. Popping one eye open to stare down at her, Mark took in the way she stared at him and bent down to kiss the tip of her nose before resuming with his hair.

"So did you." She mumbled, clearly feeling bad about it and helped him with his hair since he'd done the same to her. "You also called me your Queen."

Emery cracked a small smile at that memory, assuming he said it in the heat of the moment. Her fingers ran through his hair, getting all of the soap out of it and noticed the scratch marks on his back. Some were deeper than others, eyes widening at the damage she'd inflicted on him. Emery moved to the front of him and slid her fingertips over the marks on his chest, being very gentle and kissed a few of them, not realizing his backside also had claw marks. Very aware of the fact that his backside bore battle wounds, when he had let that hot water hit his cheeks, it hadn't felt all that good. Totally worth it, however, and Mark smiled remembering just how he had gotten them.

"I did." Mark concurred, finishing up with his hair, with her assistance, before reaching for the body wash, eyeing her. "And you called me god." Just as he told her she would.

Only because he wouldn't let her climax until she did! Emery didn't say that aloud though, enjoying the peace between them for however long it lasted. While he finished washing his body, Emery stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around her body, reaching up to touch the mark between her neck and shoulder blade. She'd already washed herself with her own body wash while he lathered up his hair.

"Oh wow."

The bruises were even darker against her skin now after the shower, but at least her body didn't feel stiff anymore. No doubt it would get worse as the day progressed. Smiling regardless, Emery brushed her teeth and began doing her hair when Mark finally stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. Her glasses were back on so she could see clearly again.

Mark dried himself off, ignoring the minor aches that zipped through him and when he was finished, he hung the towel up to dry over the shower bar, finally looking down at her. Smiling, he pushed her glasses back up when they slid down, shaking his head. The bathroom was filled with steam, they were both still damp and they slid down again. He opened the door to air out the room, goosebumps appearing on his skin when cold air hit him. He stepped out into the main room, looking around for his jeans and vest.

"Lost cause, Queenie."

"I just have to tighten them."

Walking over to her bag, Emery sifted through it for a minute and pulled out a small black case, sitting on the bed still in her towel. She opened it and took her glasses, finding the very tiny screw on the side where the nose guards were located. Carefully, she took the small screwdriver and twisted the screw on both side, then did it on the arms of the glasses. While she did this, Mark had dressed back in his clothes and ordered them something to eat. She had no idea what time it was and didn't care, solely focused on fixing her glasses.

"There we go." Sliding them back on, she smiled when they no longer slid down her nose and put the kit away before grabbing clothes to change into. "What did you order us?"

"I ordered you whatever their ultimate breakfast is and myself a coffee to go." He answered, not missing the way her gaze lowered and shrugged on his vest, having already pulled on his jeans, socks and boots. "Darlin', I've got to get going. I've got my own stuff to grab and that promotional bullshit to do." Crouching down before her, Mark rested his hands on her knees. "The next time you decide to go out catting around a bar, let me know." He'd definitely be there to take her home.

She smacked him on the arm none too gently, sky blues narrowing. "Not funny. I wasn't 'catting' around a bar. I just went out with Cheryl and let her dress me up. I don't plan on doing it again." She softly kissed him, a lot gentler than the previous night and caressed his face, the side she'd slapped the hell out of twice, with the back of her hand. Once again, Emery became lost in his eyes and cleared her throat after a moment, pulling away from him to finish getting dressed. "I'll see you around." This would probably be the only time they slept together; Emery had come to terms with that fact.

"You were catting. A woman don't go out like that, not like you did." He argued, refusing to back down. "That's not your style. So tell you what, Emery, the next time you're feeling that itch, you come to me." It hadn't been him doing the scratching, his arms, chest and backside were proof of that, but he was speaking figuratively. "And I'll take care of you."

Mark was definitely up for another night with her; the woman was an enigma and he was enjoying seeing the pieces come together. One minute she was utterly predictable, then she just tossed out everything he knew about her and sent him spiraling. It was addicting.