InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hate, Love, Or Possession ❯ Hate, Love, Or Possession ( Chapter 1 )

She stood in the old abandoned parking lot of her hometown for the last time. She was free. Finally leaving this hellish existence. Finally leaving him.

He'd heard the rumors. She was leaving, tonight. Traveling for a distant city, never to return. He'd messed up, but he'd never admit it. He jumped onto his Dodge Ram and raced for the city outskirts where he knew she'd be: the abandoned parking lot.

She shook in indignation. He was there. The one man she’d loved and sworn to hate. Her reason for living, and the one she wanted to kill. His face was adorned with a smug smirk as he walked towards her. "Boyfriend dump you, Bitch?"

She turned towards him, anger radiating from every pore in her body as she tried to control her voice and respond.

"Wait, I forgot. No self respecting man would want a bitch like you" He laughed. His callous remark hiding his need of her.

Her control snapped and she shoved him against his truck. Her hands on either side of his head, her body mere inches from his, her anger raising her body temperature and the rain mingling with her tears as she stared at the man she'd love all her life, challenging him with her gaze.

"You didn't have a problem fucking me last year, did you? After your precious fiancée cheated on you, you had no qualms about coming to me, did you Jackass? I've had enough. I'm out of here." She walked a few feet away.

"What, did you think you were worth anything? You're a doormat, a booty-call, a fucking whore. I hate you." He watched her as she turned and looked him in the eye.

"I was piss-drunk that night. I screwed you because I didn't know what I was doing. If I recall correctly, you asked me to be your first. I agreed. We've parted ways and things have changed. I'm leaving. This city. This place. You. Next time I see you, it'll be in hell." She turned again and walked away, traveling towards her Jeep Wrangler on the other end of the lot.

She was his. He growled as he pushed himself away from the truck she'd pushed him against and ran after her.

She stood by her car, the rain soaking her thoroughly and wondered why he'd ruined other men for her. As she reached for her keys, she heard a low rumbling behind her. He was there.

"I am not letting you get away." He stopped behind her, growling loudly and reached out. He spun her around "You're mine!" before crashing his lips on hers. There was no semblance of romance in his kiss. No inkling of tenderness, but a fiery passion, a burning love, and a deep possessiveness. He shoved her roughly against the hood of the Jeep, thanking every god out there for the flat surface, desolate parking lot, and lack of light.

The kiss left her lips bruised and the shove her back, but she felt no pain. When his hands ripped of her soaked t-shirt and left her in her bra, she didn't feel the cold or a sense of indecency. When his hands pulled off her jeans leaving her in her underwear, she only reached for him, assisting him in the removal of his own shirt and jeans. He tore off their underclothes, and with a "Mine!", slammed her onto his turgid shaft.

Her arms clasped behind his neck, her body swinging halfway between the hood and sky, her mind blown as she felt him enter her. He didn't waste time on foreplay and didn't waste his breath on things he could easily explain in different ways. She rocked against him, throwing her head back in ecstasy and not feeling the drops of rain hitting her body. He lifted and dropped her, holding off, waiting for her. He loved her. There was no doubt about it in his mind, but did she know that?

As one, the two came. Their orgasms prolonged by the synchronized releases. His hold on her weakened and she flopped limply onto the hood of the Jeep, breathing hard. He lay on her, weak, exhausted. He raised himself slightly and whispered "Mine."