They rode in silence for the first fifteen minutes. Maria kept glancing at Michael, wondering what was going on in that spiky head of his. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too tight, the tiny muscle where his jaws connected looked stone hard.

She gasped when he made a sudden sharp turn of the road into the woods. She wasn't sure if her poor Jetta could handle the rough off-road but she wasn't about to question Michael's motives. She intuitively felt that if he won't release some of that frustration, he'd blow, and with his lack of control of his powers who knows what he'd blow for the ride. She gripped the sides of her seat tightly to stop from bouncing as the car tumbled on uneven ground.

He stopped abruptly and hit the wheel with the palms of his hands.

"Damn."

She watched him quietly as he repeated the action a couple more times, each time with a little more strength.

"Damn. Damn. DAMN."

He flew out of the car, the loud slam of the door causing Maria to flinch. She watched him pace for a few seconds before getting out herself. He stopped next to the car, slamming his fist into the door with each word.

"Moron. Stupid. Fucking. Idiot."

Maria slowly made her way around the car and stopped a couple of feet away from him. He stared at her and she felt her chest constrict at the whirlpool of pain, confusion and anger that swirled in his eyes.

He growled,

"I put you in danger."

She took another step toward him, trying not to flinch when he shied away.

"No, you didn't."

He scoffed angrily and started pacing again.

"Michael. I practically blackmailed you into taking me with you. You didn't..."

In one giant step, he was towering over her, interrupting.

"I. Took. You. With. Me."

She refused to back down and threw her arms up as she replied with anger at his stubbornness.

"You ARE stupid. Don't you get it? I came because I care about you and was I was worried that you'd get hurt and I won't be there to help you. If you'd refused to take me, I still would've found a way to follow you."

Michael took a step back, his posture suddenly defeated and voice tired.

"I shouldn't have... I didn't think it through. Not that it's anything new. I'm a screw-up. Max was right. Someone has to beat some sense into..." Michael never got to finish the sentence. Fury and disbelief engulfed Maria. She refused to accept that something this cruel would actually leave a print in Michael's mind. She covered the space between them in an easy stride and pushed him on the chest with all her might.

Michael never thought that something that small and fragile could posses such strength. The power of impact caused him to stumble back, right into the car. He hissed as his back collided with hard metal painfully. Something stabbed him into his side but he barely registered it, his attention completely zoned on a beautiful blond hurricane in front of him.

Maria moved closer to him, her eyes flashing in anger, her finger, armed with a sharp nail, barely an inch away from his face.

"Listen to me, spaceboy, and listen to me good. I love Max. He's a great guy. But tonight he acted like a self-righteous prick. No one has a right to hurt you. NO ONE. I don't give a flying fuck how perfect he thinks he is."

As she ranted, her anger lightened up and she finally registered Michael's pose. Leaning so heavily on the car that his contorted in pain face was almost at level with hers. Her mouth dropped open and she closed it with her right hand, tears suddenly filling her eyes.

Shit.

She was condemning Max while doing the exact same thing. Hurting him. She noticed that his upper torso was at a slight angle and followed it down with her eyes until she saw side mirror digging into his ribs. She moved her left hand to touch it but stopped a few inches away, afraid to hurt him more. She stared at the mirror, fearful of meeting his eyes. Of the emotions she might see in them, same as the ones he threw at Max earlier tonight. Hurt. Betrayal. Disgust.

"Oh, God, Michael. I'm sor..."

Her phrase was interrupted by his lips crushing hers. Their mouths connected so harshly and tightly, his teeth scraped her lips, drawing blood, and bringing a tiny whimper out of her.

I'm On The Prowl And I Watch You Closely

He gripped her shoulders, and, unexpectedly, she was the one pressed into the car by the heaviness of his body. The metallic edge of the window was digging into her spine but she welcomed the pain. He must've somehow felt it, because he put more force on her shoulders, pressing her even harder. She moaned into his mouth, not entirely sure herself whether from pain or piercing arousal, and tried to arch her back. His body leaned on heavier, preventing her movement. She felt like she was being crashed, her whole body confined in movement by his.

I Lie Waiting For You

She did the only thing she could under the circumstances. She bit his tongue the second he thrust it in her mouth. That startled him a little, causing him to dig his fingers tighter into her arms, but he didn't take the tongue out, fighting with hers for dominance instead. He didn't have to fight much; she eased up and grazed the length of it slightly with her teeth.

I'm The Wolf With The Sheepskins Clothing

He moved his head away and drank in her appearance for a second. She looked tantalizing. Her cheeks wet with tears she shed for him. her lips open and puffed from his carnal kisses with a thin red ribbon where he bit her a little too hard. And her eyes... flaring with lust so powerful and sensual it stripped the last shred of control he had over his body and stirred something primal in him. Michael groaned loudly before attacking her neck with his lips and teeth. He dropped his hands lower until they came in contact with her wrists. His fingers wrapped around them tightly and moved her arms up, pinning them to the edge of the roof. He kept her imprisoned with one hand, his other brutally ripping the front of her uniform open.

I Lick My Chops And Your Tasting Good

She shivered under his fierce attack of her neck. Normally she loved to play but right now she needed more. The urge was too strong, overpowering. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself against his hardness, effectively it seemed, because he rolled his head back and groaned.

Their eyes met once more and he saw the need flaring in hers along with a silent plea. She tried to say something but only a soft roar came out. Yet he understood her.

He moved her to the side and turned her around. His hand pushed her forward authoritatively, forcing her upper body to lay on the hood of the car, still warm from the engine's work earlier. She hissed when her breasts flattened uncomfortably on the surface. She tried to move up slightly but his hand, placed strategically between her shoulder blades, kept her from moving. His other hand snaked under her and undid the front clasp of the bra. He pushed the dress and the bra open, burning her sensitive skin a little when the edges of the material scratched it. That was quickly soothed by a sensation of metal touching her now-naked nipples.

She moved lightly and a light pang of pleasure shot from her nipples down to her core.

The sound of something ripping reached her almost at the same time as the cold air brushed her ass. She shivered and moaned, saying goodbye to her pantyhose at the back of her mind. His fingers traced the edge of her soaking thong. She arched into his touch, gasping harshly. Instead of ripping them too, as she expected, he simply moved them to the side, making sure that the edge draped against her clit tightly.

I Do Whatever I Want To, To ya

He entered her with one swift movement, filling her unstretched cunt completely. She wrapped around his cock so tightly he had to bite his tong to stop from coming right there. Without giving her time to adjust he started moving roughly, purposely driving her into the car every time he slammed into her. He snaked on of his arms under her waist and planted another on her shoulder. <

I'll Nail Your Ass To The Sheets

Maria snarled. She didn't moan, she didn't scream. She literally snarled. His cock stretched her unprepared pussy almost painfully but not quite. If anything, she felt incredibly full. For a second she doubted he'd be able to move, but her juices fixed that problem. When he started slamming into her, she almost came instantly. The sensations of his cock sliding inside her velvet walls, her nipples rolling on the slightly cooler metal and her thong digging into her clit with every movement drove her insane.

A Pelvic Thrust And The Sweat Starts To Sting Ya

She was on fire. They've made love before. They've had sex plenty of times. This was different. The need, the urge was too powerful, beyond lusty, or fiery. This was fucking, in the best and the worst sense of the word. Primal. Crazed. Fierce.

I Fuck Like A Beast

Michael slid his hand from her shoulder to her head, entangling his fingers in her short blond locks and pulled her up. Maria arched her back, shuddering when cool air hit the sensitive skin of her breasts and stomach. He released her hair and wrapped his fingers around her throat loosely, giving him the ability not only hear, but to feel every sound she made. Maria leaned on her hands to keep balance and dropped her head forward, biting his digits. He reacted by slamming into her a little harder. She raked her nails on the paint, not even trying to gulp down the scream that managed to drive him closer to the edge. He began increasing his pace and force, every time he sank in brought another moan out of her until they turned into one loud almost inhuman wail. He felt her walls to clamp up on him and as he felt his balls started to tighten, he leaned closer to her. As the world exploded around him, with the final powerful thrust he sank his teeth in the junction of her neck and shoulder so strongly that tiny drops of blood welled up on her porcelain skin.

Come Ride, Savage Seduction
Ride, Ride, Ride

I Come Round, Round I Come Feel Your Love
Tie You Down, Down I Come Steal Your Love

The reality took its time to sink into Maria's fogged brain. She figured that Michael carried her back into the car because she definitely couldn't remember walking. His arms were wrapped around her and his fingers were gently tracing sore skin where he bit her.

"I hurt you." His whisper was soft and unreadable.

She turned to look at him. His face was just as closed off as his voice. Maria smiled and moved so that his hand pressed harder against the bite, whimpering because the feeling just wasn't quite right. He raised his eyebrow and with a devilish grin leaned closer to suck on it. Tiny gasp left her lips and shivers ran down her spine at the burning sensation.

Her whisper was rough with passion and need.

"Do it again."

The End