Sydney -

His cheekbones throbbed with rage, and he was not about to let me walk away.
" I have to know. Was my love insufficient? I should despise you, yet I can't get rid of my desire for you. If my memory serves me well, you were rather fond of my touch, weren't you moaning my name when I last fucked you?" he brutally remarked.

I was furious with him because he had hurt her. All this time, he has been toying with me. He never loved or trusted me.

"You are right. I was moaning your name but you know who I was thinking of? It was Mike. I was thinking about his body......" I blurted out in anger without caring about the consequences of my words.

"SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP!" He shouted.
He had me backed up against the stone wall with two swift steps, his right hand pinning my hands over my head.

"What -" he cut me off. His mouth settled over mine as he ripped and plundered my mouth.
I fought him like a wildcat, scratching, punching, and kicking him.

I yelled, "LET ME GO!"

"Did you like fucking Mike? You imagined it was him, did you?" His voice was low, ragged and reckless.

I glared back at him, " Yes, every single time."

His scorn was apparent. "How very...fickle, you are, Sydney my dear. You claim to be his woman and yet you are more than willing to respond to my touch..."

His hands moved from my shoulders to my arms, then across my breasts to stroking across them, pulling me in tighter.

"You lie," I gasped. "I was unwilling, and you simply - manipulated me, and then just took me." I was aroused and wanted him right away, but I could barely control my anger. I know I was hurting him, but I couldn't stop myself.

"I took you," he agreed, "But you were all too willing. As you are now." He slid a hand inside my tee, pushing it up to a toy with a peaked nipple. "I could make you come, right now."

"Aiden, let me go!" I was now afraid.

"How can I let you go? We have a contract, Sydney. I can do as I please, my love." He murmured, peering into my eyes with a look of mingled rage and fire.
"And now, I shall deal with you. I'll fuck you till you forget about Mike ! I'd fuck you a thousand times to make you forget about him." His hands advanced to my neckline and pulled my tee in half with a rapid, violent motion. The remainder of it slipped to the ground, leaving me standing in just my bra and pyjama bottoms. He rubbed his strong, manly body against mine.

Aiden breathed against my mouth, easily unclipping my bra. "You're mine, Syd," he said. "Whatever it takes. Nothing is going to change that." My payjamas were also gone after a fast rip and tearing sound.

"No," I said desperately, my hands fisting against his chest. "No, please, Aiden..."

He didn't ignore me, but instead took her hands in his and linked my fingers with his. He pushed them against the wall and peered at me. I trembled against him.

"Why Syd?" he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "What were you thinking?"

"I didn't," I stated emphatically. "But you won't believe me no matter what I say." He had a hopeful expression on his face.

"Probably, but all the evidence is against you. Tell me what should I do ?" He sounded almost helpless.

I sighed," then there is no point in talking about it. You don't trust me.....and all this while I thought....."
He gave me a blank stare.
I continued helplessly, "I was wrong, you are nothing more than a selfish, conceited bastard. I wish I had never met you! You would never be half as good as Mike," I snapped at him.

He was suddenly staring at her with renewed vigour. "You lie..."

"You only crave my kisses. Only my touch can turn you on? Only my body can satisfy you? Is that right, Sydney?"

I was silent, my face was burning with shame. I turned away from him.

"Well, is it?" he repeated.

When I didn't reply, he tilted my face and brushed a kiss against my mouth.
"Sydney?"

"Yes," I said, frustrated and angry. "Yes, damn you!"

He kissed me with a smug smile. I shuddered with delight as his lips ran down my throat and his tongue flicked out to taste me. He sighed, "Delicious."
I whimpered when his mouth enveloped my nipples, his teeth grazing, his tongue laving at them. He suckled and I moaned, arching at him, and he sucked harder, driving me into a frenzy. He was marking me.

"Are you wet?" he queried, rubbing his body sensuously against mine. "I think you're dripping, my dear. I think you're just about to come..."

"Fuck you Aiden," I breathed, in anger.

He let me go only long enough to fiddle with the zip on his trousers, freeing his manhood, then hoisted me against the wall, impaling me with his hard, throbbing length.
I shrieked with the sensation of having him, full, deep, and embedded firmly inside. "No!" my protest felt fake to even me.

"Oh, yes," he growled, seizing my hips and slamming them against him once again. I moaned and clung to him. He warned, sliding me up and down on him, "no screaming this time."

No one screams? I pondered dazedly. Impossible. He sank deeper into me, and I bit around his neck to keep the scream contained. He groaned happily, his fingers pushing into my ass as he pushed deeper and harder.

"You're mine," he stated as he drew me closer to him. "Mine, do you hear? You belong to me. Say it."

"Never!"

"Say it, Sydney."

He growled in frustration, driving himself up inside me, forcing me to take more of him. I screamed, wrapping my legs around him, realising that while I was nude and defenceless, he was nearly completely dressed, powerful, and impervious to weakness. I spasmed around him, clenching around him, clinging firmly to his neck, sinking my teeth into him once again.
He shuddered, groaning and thrusting into me one last time, and I felt the hot flood of his seed filling my body as he stood immobile for a moment, recovering from the aftermath. I clung to him, breathing hard, feeling an incredible sensation of being small, and weak and helpless...and completely taken.
After a while, I had stopped moving and had even stopped whimpering. And that was when he suddenly snapped out of his madness. He looked down at my face.
He released his hands and pulled me close, still embedded inside of me. I did not move but just let the tears flow. My silent cries turned to heart-wrenching sobs. I pushed him away and fumbled for my bra, and put it on. My mind was dazed and confused. He'd taken me, completely and irrevocably, and somehow, in the meantime, I had - or at least my body had - accepted that. I pulled on my track pants, and looked for my tee, realising the futileness of the act as I saw that it had been ripped down the middle.

"Here," Aiden said softly, shrugging out his jacket and wrapping it almost tenderly around me.

"I am sorry," he whispered.

I would have burned him right there if that was even possible. Wordlessly, I stood up and ran back to my room and slammed the door shut. He did not pursue me and I was glad. I hated him.