Rhea finishes saying the last thing she had in mind finishing her promo, but suddenly, Triple H's entrance theme plays

The bad news is I know who you are and that you're interrupting me right now... but the good news? You can never be me, so do whatever you want.

Oh, really? Well, isn't that too bad... But if it means I get a title shot, then I guess we can deal with it. But don't get any funny ideas about actually beating me. It's not going to happen.

You know what they say about assuming things... and last time I checked, you're not exactly the one to talk about leading a new era. You've been around for how long now? And you're just now realizing that I'm the right person to lead the division? Please. Don't flatter yourself too much.

Hmmph. I didn't realize I needed their approval to prove myself. If you truly think they'd be better leaders than I am, go ahead and hand them the titles. See how far that gets you.

Fine by me. Let's get this show on the road and see who the real MVP of this match is. But remember, Triple H... no matter what happens tonight, you can never be me. So enjoy your little moment while it lasts.

Storming into the room and slamming the door behind her, Rhea marches over to Triple H and shoves him roughly against the lockers, glaring up at him angrily. She's furious that she didn't win the match and even more enraged about him being the one to set it all up in the first place

"What do you think you're doing, huh?! Interfering with my matches like this?" She growls out between gritted teeth as her fingers dig into his shoulders "I am not some irrelevant piece of trash that you can just push around whenever you want!"

"And what about your little scheme? Aren't you worried that people will see through that? That they'll realize you're just using me to keep yourself relevant? I don't need you, Triple H." She snarls, anger beginning to boil over. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each harsh breath. "I'll show you... I'll make sure everyone knows who the real champion is."

Without waiting for a reply, she yanks his arm roughly, forcing him down onto his knees beside her. A devious smirk curls across her lips as she leans forward, her heavy chest almost touching his shoulder. "Now get on your knees, Triple H," she says in a low, threatening tone. "It's time we settle this the way it should have been settled years ago..."

Her hair hangs loose around them, framing her

Her finger trails lightly down the center of his chest, a sinister smile playing on her lips as she takes in his exposed neck. He may be strong and experienced, but right now she has all the control. "You wanted to humiliate me," she whispers roughly, "but this is my way of showing you what happens when you cross me."

Her hand slips beneath his neck, gripping the back of his head with surprising strength. "You're going to watch me," she growls, her voice low and menacing. "I'm going to take what's mine, what should have been mine all along." She leans in even closer, breath warm against his ear as her free hand reaches between their bodies, gripping at the front of her wrestling trunks. "And when I'm done with you..." Her voice trails off suggestively, fingers curling around her thick, hairy patch.

"You'll be begging for mercy," she whispers, her body tensing as she starts to rub herself against his hand in a blatant display of arousal. "And I might... just might... let you live." Her hips rock back and forth, faster now, seeking relief from the tension that's built up inside her

His breath hitches as he feels the heat emanating from her body. He looks up at her with a mixture of fear and lust, his own arousal starting to become visible beneath his clothes. She watches him intently, savoring the power she has over him in this moment. Her fingers curl more tightly around herself, her hips moving harder against his hand as her desire builds unchecked. "You like watching me, don't you?" she purrs, her voice rough with need. "Tell me what you want... beg for it..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by the slapping of flesh on skin.

Her chest heaves with the effort of restraining her desire as she glances toward the door at Triple H's command. Her fingers tighten again, massaging herself roughly before finally releasing him and taking a step back. "Go ahead," she spits venomously. "Have me arrested. You won't be able to hide from what I can do anymore."

Her words are laced with enough anger and determination to make even Triple H feel uneasy. With one last harsh glare in his direction, she turns and storms out of the room, her back straight and her shoulders squared in defiance. The door slams shut behind her as she disappears down the hall, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the powerful aftermath of their encounter.

She makes it halfway to her locker room before she can't take it anymore, bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh

Muttering obscenities under her breath, Rhea tries her best to ignore Triple H's touch as he drags her roughly towards the nearby shower room. She fights against his grasp, not wanting him anywhere near her right now.

"Let go of me!" she growls, struggling furiously despite knowing it's futile. Her hair sticks wetly to her forehead and her clothes cling tightly to her body, making every movement difficult. But she doesn't care; all that matters is getting away from him before he does something worse.

Her breath hitches at the unexpected question, but she refuses to let him see how much it affects her. "I said let me go!" she hisses through gritted teeth, squirming in his grasp even more. Part of her wants to push him away and escape, while another part is tempted by his offer... She can't believe he would suggest such a thing.

"Fine," Triple H finally says, pulling her roughly against him. Her chest presses tightly against his bare skin as he moves to position himself behind her in the cramped space of the shower stall. His aroused length is pressed firmly against her backside; she can feel it throbbing with every heartbeat. "But you're mine now," he whispers in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I own you."

Her heart races as she feels him

"Whatever you say, daddy," she mutters venomously through gritted teeth, feeling the words crawl up her throat like bile. But despite herself, a tiny part of her thrills at the power he seems to take in hearing them. As he presses closer still, she can feel the head of his cock brushing teasingly against her entrance. The heat of his body and the scent of his arousal fill her senses, making it almost impossible to think clearly. She hates herself for how much this dominance affects her.

With a frustrated growl, she squirms again, attempting to free herself from his grasp. "Let go!" she demands hoarsely, her voice muffled by the shower curtain that separates them from the rest of the room. His hands tighten on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he pushes further against

Her eyes widen in surprise and hurt as the stinging sensation of his hand connects with her cheek. Tears well up instantly, brimming in her eyes before they spill down her flushed face. She wanted to fight him, but that... that just took her by surprise. "You bastard!" she snarls, struggling against his grip even harder as hot tears streak through the soap on her cheeks.

Her mind races with anger and humiliation. One moment he's treating her like trash, then slapping her around... What kind of game is he playing? As much as she hates to admit it, a tiny part of her is also turned on by the aggression. It awakens a primal need within her, a desire to submit only under his iron fist. But she won't let him see that. Not now.

"Let me go!" she shouts again

Fury surges through Rhea at the second slap. Her knuckles whiten as she clenches her fists tightly at her sides, every muscle in her body tense with the effort not to lash out in retaliation. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she glares daggers at Triple H, her emerald eyes practically burning holes through him. "I hate you," she snarls between gritted teeth, fighting against the conflicting desires that rage within her. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit. You can't touch me. No one can make me do what you want!"

Her entire body freezes as Triple H's lips press against hers in a hungry, possessive kiss. It's everything she hates about him wrapped up in one simple touch, and yet... it feels so good. His strength and dominance wash over her, threatening to drown her resistance completely. She whimpers into his mouth, the sound muffled by the warmth of his lips. Her hands find their way to his chest, tracing circles over his skin as if seeking something more substantial to hold onto.

Her tongue flicks out, tangling with his, and suddenly she's lost in the kiss. It feels like every ounce of anger and hatred has been drained from her body, leaving behind only this overwhelming desire to submit... to have him be the boss. To be his.

She moans into the kiss, pressing her curves against him as if she could m

The mention of his hard cock snaps her back to reality for a moment, and she pulls away from the kiss, still breathing heavily. Her hands slide down his chest to cup him through his pants, feeling the heat of his erection throbbing against her palm. She looks up at him, uncertainly, taking in his flushed features and his intense gaze. "Do you... do you really want me?" she asks softly, her voice hoarse from their kiss.

Part of her wants to believe he does, that there's something real between them. But the cynical side of her wonders if this is just another game to him, another way to dominate and control. The uncertainty eats at her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed in a way she never has before.

But then why... why treat me like this? Why hurt me? She swallows thickly, still tracing circles over his length through his pants. It feels so good, but it also scares her. Part of her wants to give in to this desire, let him take what he wants from her... but another part refuses to surrender completely. There must be some line she can draw, some part of herself that remains untouched by his darkness.

She looks up at him again, searching his eyes for an answer to the questions burning inside her. "Then show me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rush of water from the showerhead. "Show me that I mean something to you."

Her breath catches as she sees his cock fully revealed, long and thick against his muscular thigh. She can't believe how much she wants it, how badly she needs to feel it inside her. A shiver runs down her spine as she reaches for his waistband, tugging impatiently at his boxers. Her fingers tremble with anticipation as they brush against the hot skin of his erection, tracing circles over the head before finally wrapping around him.

Her grip tightens, excitement coursing through her veins as she begins to stroke him in time with their heavy breaths. Her other hand finds its way to his chest, her nails raking lightly over his nipple as he leans forward, pressing the length of his cock against her folds. She bites her lip, arching into the contact, desperate for more.

"Please," she whispers

"You are... you have me..." she breathes out between gasps, feeling herself spiral further and further out of control as his thrusts grow faster and deeper. His words, his touch... everything about him feels like it's consuming her, drawing her further into his twisted world where pleasure and pain blur together until she can no longer tell which is which. And yet... there's still something inside her that fights back, something that won't let him have complete control. As much as part of her wants this, another part refuses to surrender completely.

She moans louder, arching her back off the tile as he drives harder against her, filling her with each deep thrust. Her fingers tighten on him, urging him to go deeper, to claim her completely. But even as she gives in to the sensations washing over her, her body betraying her mind's protests, there's

Her ass tightens reflexively around his fingers as he comments on her size, and she moans louder into the kiss, encouraging him to continue. She hasn't been touched like this in so long, not since they first made their deal... It feels wrong somehow, but oh-so-right at the same time. Her hips rock against his hand, seeking more friction as she arches her back further off the tile.

"Yes..." she pants through gritted teeth, fingers digging into his shoulders. "More..."

With one final push, Triple H slams his entire length inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her walls convulse around him, desperate to hold onto the foreign object invading her body. Every muscle in her core tenses, urging him deeper still. He groans roughly against her lips, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely buried within her warmth. As their hips align, her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red along his flesh. His powerful thrusts fill the air with wet slapping sounds as their bodies grind together in perfect synchronicity.

Her head falls back against the tile, her hair spilling down around them like a waterfall. She gasps and moans, feeling every inch of him stretching her, filling her up until there's no room left for anything else. It feels so good... so right... despite everything. She

Her cries echo through the empty room as she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her, calling out for Triple H with every moan and gasp. His name on her lips is like a curse, but it also feels right somehow; a small part of her relishes the power he has over her, the way he can make her lose control so completely. The wet slaps of their hips meeting mingle with her desperate pleas for more, creating a perverse harmony that sends shivers down her spine.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the tile, offering herself to him in surrender. With every thrust he takes deeper, pushing farther inside, she feels herself unraveling bit by bit, giving in to the ecstasy that only he can provide. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it, but there's no part of her that wants this to end.

Her voice hoarse and breathless, she whispers brokenly against his skin, "Your... your cock... I want it... every night." Her nails dig into the muscles of his back as she arches her hips off the tile, seeking more friction, more of him. He's so big, filling her completely; it feels like he owns her, possessing her in a way that no one else ever could. And despite everything, she doesn't want this to end. She never wants him to stop.

Her body trembles as she nears the brink of orgasm, her entire being focused on the sensation of him moving inside her, the taste of his skin and the scent of his sweat. With one final thrust that drives them both over the edge, he groans roughly against her lips, sending a shudder through her body as she climaxes hard, clinging to him like a

Still reeling from their passionate coupling, Rhea moans softly at the suggestion, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. As Triple H begins to suckle and knead her breasts, her body responds eagerly, arching into his touch with unabashed need. The sensations send shockwaves through her system, heightening her arousal once more. Her fingers trail lightly down his chest, teasingly scratching at his flesh before drifting lower to rest lightly over his growing erection. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "...don't make me wait."

Her words seem to spur him on, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he thrusts harder between her legs. She can feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep within her, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire core. The hot water of the shower beads down on them both, creating a slick surface that amplifies the sensation of their skin slapping together with each powerful stroke. With a growl of satisfaction, Triple H lifts her up into his arms, carrying her effortlessly to the bed where they tumble in a tangled heap.

The mattress groans beneath their combined weight as he lays her out across the comforter, his body pressing her into the yielding surface. He looms above her, his expression fierce and determined as he continues to thrust into her, claiming what is his again and again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps,

As he fills her again and again, she arches her back off the bed, meeting his powerful thrusts with equal force. "Yes..." she pants hoarsely, unable to believe how much she craves this feeling, how good it feels to be taken by him. Her hands grip fistfuls of the bedsheets, digging her nails into the fabric as she loses herself in the pleasure radiating through every part of her. She watches him intently, hungry for more, for anything that will sate the fire burning inside her.

Her whole body trembles on the edge of release, pushed higher and higher by the relentless pressure of his hips against hers. "Please," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "I need you... I need this."

Her cries echo through the room as her body quakes beneath him, pleasure erupting in a shuddering climax that leaves her breathless and wrung out. He growls deep in his throat, picking up the pace, driving himself deeper still until finally he too finds release, his warm seed spilling inside her. They collapse together, chests rising and falling rapidly as their hearts race wildly.

For a long moment, there is nothing but silence between them. The air feels heavy with the weight of their desire and the intensity of their encounter. As the adrenaline fades away, leaving only the lingering afterglow of satisfaction behind, a new realization washes over her. This feeling... it isn't just about power and control. It goes deeper than that. There is something else between them; a connection that defies explanation. It frightens her more than anything, the thought of giving into it and letting

It's enough to make her heart skip a beat. But before she can even begin to process the implications, Triple H shoves roughly into her one last time, grunting obscenities as he comes, filling her completely once more. Her vision blurs at the edges as tears stream down her face, but she doesn't fight him anymore. For now, she lets herself believe that maybe this can be something more. Something real.

She closes her eyes, waiting for him to finish so they can finally speak about what just happened, but his hips continue to move against her in short, jerking motions long after he's spent. Confused, she opens her mouth to ask what's wrong when suddenly he growls low in his throat and thrusts deep inside her one final time. "There," he groans, rolling off her limp body with a satisfied sigh. "That was... intense."

Her lips part, revealing her swollen and reddened lips as she stares up at him. She tries to wipe the evidence of their encounter away but he slaps her hand roughly. "Leave it," he growls, looking down at her with eyes darker than she's ever seen them before. "You deserve this."

Her heart skips a beat as his words wash over her. Is that true? Does she deserve to be treated like this, to have him use and abuse her body so casually? But then again... there's something about the way he says it, the heat in his voice that makes her believe maybe he means it. Maybe a part of her does want this, needs this. The uncertainty leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable once more, but there's also an undeniable thrill running through her veins, making her heart race faster than ever before.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she lies there, trying to process everything that just happened. She looks up at him, searching his eyes for some hint of what he's thinking or feeling. But Triple H's expression is unreadable; he could be feeling any number of things right now. For a moment, she wonders if this was all just another game to him, whether there's truly anything genuine between them at all.

"I don't know," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "It was... intense." The word feels inadequate, like it doesn't even begin to describe how she's feeling right now. She glances down at her body, still connected to his by a thin film of sweat and desire, and for a brief moment she wishes she could be free from this tangled web they've woven

I wish I knew too... I mean, I never expected us to end up here, doing... all of this... It felt good, but it also hurt sometimes... And I don't understand why you want me like this, of all people. Am I just another notch on your bedpost? Another conquest for you to brag about?

But then again... maybe I am. Maybe I wanted this, too. Maybe... there's something more between us. Something real. I just wish I knew what it was.

I don't know... You make me feel so conflicted sometimes. There are moments where I want you to dominate me completely, and then there are others where it hurts so much that I wish I could just walk away. It's like you have this power over me that's impossible to resist, but at the same time... it scares me. Maybe... maybe we could try being together without all of the games and control? Just see where it leads us? But even as I say that, part of me wonders if it would be better for both of us if we stuck with what we know.

I wish I knew what you really wanted from me... If there's any chance at happiness between us or if this is just going to end up like everything else in my life: A never-ending cycle of pain and suffering.

I don't know what to think anymore... One moment I believe you mean what you say, the next I'm not sure if anything you say is true. And now you talk about bringing me into your twisted little world, using me as another pawn in your game against her? How can I ever trust you again after that?

I'd like to believe you, but after everything we've been through... I just don't know how. Maybe things could work out between us if we started fresh, without all of the games and manipulation. Or maybe it would just be easier to walk away and forget about all of this. Either way, I need some time to figure things out for myself. Can you give me that much at least?

I... I need more time to think about it. Please understand that this isn't an easy decision for me and I want to make sure I choose the right path. Can we just take things slowly, one step at a time?

Thank you... That means a lot to me. I'll think about everything we've discussed and try to figure out what I want most in life. You deserve honesty, even if it's hard for me to give right now. In the meantime, why don't we just enjoy each other's company? Take some time away from all of this insanity and just... be together? Would that be okay with you?

Alright then... let's do that. Maybe some time apart will help us both figure out what it is we really want. Until then, I'm all yours. So how do you want to spend our time together?

I didn't expect to feel that way about your cum... but yes, there was something almost...intoxicating about it. It made me feel wanted, desired. Like nothing else could. But I need you to understand that this doesn't change anything between us; it doesn't mean I suddenly belong to you or that I'm ready to give up everything else in my life. Okay?