Dominating The Troublemaker

The Troublemakers Making A Slow Comeback

~TROUBLEMAKER (Roxanne Grey)~

He's there right? He's at the door-way looking at me, hoping I didn't witness what had just happened. I saw it, I saw him throw the beer bottle out of anger.

I've never felt these vibes—scary vibes from him before, I couldn't even recognize the man I was looking at. What happened while I was asleep for him to do such a thing? 

The sounds of foot-steeps disappearing made me courageously turn my head in the direction of the door-way. I also glanced at the clock to see it was almost three in the morning, he promised me he'd come back. But he hasn't. 

Damiens downstairs drinking, I already saw three beers on the coffee table and the one he threw makes four. He's an adult, it's not weird for him to drink, but it is weird for him to drink past two in the morning. Is it because of me? Is it because I've been holding him back sexually?

What's wrong with me—I've wanted nothing more than to have him own me, and when the chance comes I'm fucked up. It's my fault. If I wasn't so stupid to go back to Logan everytime he sweet-talked me saying it won't happen again and believing it, all the abuse wouldn't have happened.

Now I'm in the bed of the very man I've wanted to claim me, and he hasn't yet. Close, but no cigar. Not to mention I don't want him seeing the bruises hidden between my legs and on my back. If he saw those he'd probably become distant like he did three days ago.

I closed my eyes, hoping for this night to end before I slide off this bed and do something reckless. But has reckless ever been...so bad?

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"Time to wake up." The deep and rich sound of Damiens voice in the morning made my blood-cells explode from heat. 

I groaned unable to wake up from the lack of sleep I recieved. "...No, I'm too tired to go to school."

"Roxanne you've already missed school, it's one in the afternoon." I felt his lips pressed on to my forehead. "The longer you take, the more I'm going to kiss you."

When was that a bad thing? "Damien it's to early."

"It's never to early to kiss what's yours." He kissed my nose, then both my cheeks.

"—Damien." I breathed.

His lips found their way to my mouth, it started out gentle then advanced to a much more hungry and ravaging kiss. Even though I'm pretty sure he learned this method of kissing from his many other girlfriends, I couldn't help but enjoy how it felt to be wanted so much. The way his tongue found mine, and how he sucked the bottom of my lip made me feel amazing.

It made my body drown deliriously, and I found myself wanting more—then when Damien cupped my breast I flinched. The recollection of Logan biting my nipple arose into my mind making me shove Damien away from me.

He rubbed his face. "Looks like this'll be cold shower number four." Then chuckled.

"I'm sorry." I said, feeling remorseful for putting him through this.

His hand cupped my jaw, and he smiled softly. "Don't worry, all I care about is you're progressing."

"Progressing?" I asked.

Damien smirked. "You were enjoying it more than you'd like to admit, and I could tell."

The heat rushed to my face. "Fuck you!" I said smacking him with a pillow.