No way

What the fuck is he doing here?

She took a deep breath - she had forgotten how to breathe properly on his sight. Hatred coursed through her veins, although that emotion was overshadowed by fear. She took another breath.

Don't show him your fear.

She straightened her spine and looked back at him with a furious front - but it didn't matter. Like a dog, he smelt her fear, and he relished in her distress. He smirked a lopsided grin at her. "Great evening, isn't it, Lys?"

He was drunk, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. She moved instictively to close the door in his face but he grabbed it easily and pushed inside uninvited. Cold sweat trickled down her back. Moxley was a lot stronger than her and if he wanted to, he could throw her around easily like a ragdoll. But she saw from the look in his eyes alone, that it was not what he wanted. Not at all. He had that look, a feral, animalistic look in his stormy blue eyes that she recognized as lust.

"Get out, Moxley"

He gave no indication to have heard her. He just gave her defensive poise a crude once over, over to the curve of her hips to the fullness of her breasts. She folded her arms beneath her chest, as if to hide from his gaze, but all that it did was lift her tits up more. His smirk grew.

Looking back upto her eyes, he said, "I heard you were celebrating your debut or something. It was kinda rude that you didn't invite me. I trained you too, after all."

Fire sparked in her eyes. "I was celebrating. You know, before you ruined it." She faltered when he took a predatory step towards her. She backed up quickly, not wanting him near her. Warning bells sounded in her head. He was calm. Too calm.

"Leave my house right now, Moxley, I'm warning you. Sami is going to come by to check on me-"

"I saw Callihan leaving just before i arrived, you know."

I must not panic.

"And besides, I'm here to help you celebrate-"

"I don't need your help. Just get out-"

"Shhhhh" He moved his finger to her bowed lips to quiet her. She had backed up to her wall now, moved in the moonlight spilling from the window. It did nothing to stave his growing erection. He decided to let his ex-pupil know how to really celebrate her debut, and rubbed his erection against her stomach. He must be thanked as her trainer, after all.

Lyssa in her panic tried the age old way of escaping by kicking her knee to his groin, but anticipating that he pushed his own knee between her legs to hold her there. He held his hand over her mouth quickly, lest she scream. That would put a damper on his plans.

"Please, Mox, just go."

He combed his other hand in her mocha curls. So smooth.

So vulnerable.

Suddenly, with renewed vigor, Lyssa pushed him back with every ounce of her strength. "Keep you filthy touch away from me, Moxley"

"Just stop resisting, Alysson. We both know you want this." He grabbed her by her waist with one hand and pushed her against the wall, the other hand capturing her wrists and pinning them over her head.

"No", she growled and writhed against him in an effort to break free. She accidentally rubbed against his erection, causing Moxley to groan. "Keep doing that, sweetheart." She stopped rather abruptly. He growled. "I said, keep doing that."

"Go fuck yourself, Moxley"

"Now why would I do that when I have you, right where I want you to be."

He shifted their position and put her on the top of her drawers. With the now free hands, he thumbed the apex of her thighs up her flared skirt and began working his skillful fingers there, until he felt her give an involuntary shudder. His ministrations got her wet between her thighs, and he felt her resistance crumbling. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy, causing her to arch her back and give out a strangled moan.

"Stop it, Moxley, please."

He just looked in her eyes, but did not give any other indication to have heard her. Without breaking their eyes contact, he ripped off her cotton panties and threw them away, and began working on his own jeans. He pushed out his erection and without any further ado thrust himself inside of her.

Almost instantly, both gave out deep, throaty moans. He saw her remaining resistances crumbling to nothing in her eyes, as they turned darker and her pupils dilated. Both stood still, not moving a muscle, as their undeniable electricity flowed throughout their bodies.

Slowly but surely, he began thrusting in an out of her. He bowed his head down to her neck and left little nips along her neckline. "Your match was great, you know," he said between his thrusts. Panting, she replied, "You- uh, you w-watched?"

"Of course I watched." He gritted his teeth, concentrating on slowing his frantic thrusts as she matched him for every thrust. Her tight pussy was making his climax approach faster than he liked, so he twisted her nipple through her shirt, increasing the the intensity of his bites as she let out a guttural moan. He slipped his hands between her thighs and rubbed her bundle of nerves, still struggling to slow his thrusts. She had that effect on him.

"Your spinning side slam is exceptionally good." He grinned between his bites. "Well, i wonder who taught me that particular- ohh, I'm getting close, Mox."

He increased his pace, thrusting in and out of her while she matched him for every thrust, until both of them, panting and shuddering, reaching their climax together. He bit down harshly on her neck when he came, leaving an angry mark on her olive skin. At that, she violently pushed him away with what strength remained within her. "Why the fuck did you do that?"

Coming down his own high, his trademark smirk came back in place. "Something to remember me by."

He put her down on the floor, noticing as he did that neither of them had fully undressed in this tryst. He tossed her a tissue from his back pocket for her to wipe off his seed trickling down her thighs. Buckling his jeans, he stood there taking more than a few seconds to gaze the sight before him. Skin shining with sweat, disheveled brown-and-blue curls and her skirt still brunched up her thighs, he couldn't help but drop a lone kiss on the petite woman before he left.

"Until the next time, sweetheart."

Slowly looking up at him, Alysson fixed him with a glare and said, "There won't be a next time. Don't come back, Moxley."

Stepping out the door, Jon Moxley turned back and replied, "Try and stop me."