Taking off the rest of his eveningwear, he watched her fists clench, then release. James licked two fingers, then ran them up her open slit. "I've had fuck dolls wetter than this, but as you wish..."
Maura exploded off the bed, aiming a hard kick at his ribs while her hands came up to box his ears. He staggered back, genuinely surprised his pet went straight to her feet and fists, without any crying or yelling first. She was on him, taking advantage of his hesitation to land a kick at the side of his knee, trying to break it. James turned in time to land the blow on his muscled thigh. Grabbing her foot on its way down from the strike, he twisted it ruthlessly, flipping his enraged and naked opponent onto the floor. She was back up in a second and they circled each other.
James laughed breathlessly. "You thought you could take me down by boxing my ears? Trust me, that was utterly amateurish. Is that what you teach those poor, silly girls in your class? Hardly a wonder they keep getting knocked around."
As he expected, Maura let out a shriek of rage and volleyed a rapid set of kicks and fists at him. He managed to block most of them, but the foot that landed on his cheekbone was enough. Yanking a throw off the bed, he elbowed her abdomen and threw the fabric over her head, trying to subdue her.
She was having none of it, snatching the throw and snapping the end sharply into his face, attempting to blind him.
James swept a leg and knocked her off her feet. Leaping onto her, his hand went for her throat to choke her out. Maura looped the throw around his neck, using her elbow to brace it tighter as she started choking him in return. They locked gazes, each trying to make the other lose consciousness first.
Even with dimming vision, his face and ribs on fire, James couldn't believe how turned on he was. Her lips were drawn back in a snarl, eyes narrowed in fury. Getting under her elbow that was keeping him from crushing her, he swooped in and bit her lips, forcing her mouth into a violent resemblance to a kiss as he yanked off the throw around his neck.
Maura was not to be distracted; linking her legs behind his and flipping him again, heading in for a brutal blow at his larynx. Blocking it with his forearm still hurt like hell, so James growled and knocked her off him with a nasty shot to her solar plexus. Turning her onto her back again while she was wheezing for air, he angrily immobilized her arms and legs. "Fucking stop this! You savage little bitch! What in the bloody hell did you think to accomplish with this lunatic stunt!"
Maura sagged back, panting. Her huge eyes filled with tears. "I just- I just-" she let out a sob. His brow furrowed, watching her welling eyes as his grip loosened. "I just HATE YOU!" she screamed, snapping her head forward like a snake's, smashing her forehead into his. The two dropped with a thud on the carpet, both nearly unconscious with pain. "What the fuck is your skull made of?" she gasped, “Concrete?"
James rolled onto his side, clutching his head. "Well, well. Morrighan's made an appearance. God, she's a vengeful bitch."
Still trying to draw a breath from her stinging solar plexus, Maura coughed weakly. "Bugger off, ya' pansy rich boy."
***
James wiped the blood off his split lip and started laughing as Maura stared at him. She'd just tried to murder her new husband and he was laughing?
"Morrighan, darling. You really need to learn self-control." He rose painfully to his knees. "You are much better than I in close combat. But you let your anger rule you." He slapped her briskly across the face before she could respond.
"Prick!" Maura slapped him back. "You don't know shite! Ya lucky I didn' kill you!"
"Ah, there's the Irish trash coming out, Morrighan," James taunted, "thank the good Lord you don't have that knife you killed your Da with."
"I’m not needin’ it for you!" She pounced on top of him, both fists clenched. James reacted in an instant, pulling her hair and pinning her with his long legs. Maura tried to pull back when she felt the rigid line of his cock against her, but he laughed, drawing her down to bite and kiss at her neck and breasts.
"Téigh fuck féin!"she hissed, her slaps weakening as she started running her tongue along his sweaty collarbone.
In a moment he was inside her, and in a moment more, she realized she was dripping wet and desperate for him. James slipped his arms under her shoulder blades, pulling Maura down hard onto his thrusts.
"Goddamnit..." he moaned. "Being inside you is heaven, even though you are a truly murderous bitch, Morrighan."
"Doan' call me that," she growled, rolling on top and pushing on to his wonderfully thick cock harder. Maura leaned back as his fingers parted her lips so they could watch his glistening dick slide in and out of her. Grabbing his palms, always so hot, she put them on her breasts, ordering, "Touch me!"
James braced his feet, driving up with his strong legs to slam harder into her. He was in deep, deep enough to sting, but Maura didn't stop writhing on him. She bounced helplessly at the strength of his thrusts, reaching back to fondle his balls. "I'm- I'm coming now," she moaned, "ya' coming with me, ya' bastard?"
Laughing uncontrollably, James said, "Hold on, now." She screamed her pleasure when he slammed up into her as hard as he could, making her supple back bow into a painful arch. She moaned as he spurted into her, thighs tightening against him.
Falling back onto his sweaty and bloody chest, she sighed. James pulled her by her hair to arch up and kiss him, their split lips bleeding down their chins as they kissed and licked at each other.
An instant from falling asleep, Maura mumbled, "I still hate you."
A look up into his eyes puzzled her as she caught James’s look of regret. "I still don't care," he soothed, kissing her one more time before the sting from a needle in her hip made everything go black.
Chapter 19: I Own All of You
In which James proves a point.
Maura swam up from the bottom of the ocean, fighting her way to the surface. Part of her just wanted to sink back down and stay there. She was safe in the water. She'd always been safe there, where no one could hurt her, where everything was blessedly silent. But the stubborn part of her insisted and breaking the surface with a gasp, she returned to consciousness.
Looking around the hotel room, she rapidly reoriented to where she was and what happened. "That bastard drugged me- again!" Her eyes pricked with tears, making her unreasonably angry. "Of course, he did, you idiot. He's the Devil, remember?"
