Bad Girls

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Damon stood by his couch, watching Sophia as she glanced around his house. It wasn't the cleanest, but he was a single guy, but it was nice and furnished very well. Hades trotted into the living room and laid down on one of the couches. When she moved to his knives he followed slowly behind. Grinning slightly as she asked about them. "Oh god no. I know how to wield each of them and inflict the most damage depending on which I'm using." He commented, looking between them all. "Those are my nice ones, I usually don't use them unless my other ones need to be cleaned or sharpened." He said and pulled the largest one from its sleeve, showing her a few moves in the air he could do, then held it out to her. "I prefer switchblades." He said and let her hold the knife. "I could teach you to use that, you know" eh said and gave a smile. "I've got some guns to, only one big one, the rest are hand guns. I've got one antique, I don't use it because it could explode. But it's really nice." He said before moving to th gun cabinet. Putting in a code and opening the door, he reached in and pulled out a revolutionary war age hand gun and held it out to her. "It's not loaded, but isn't that awesome? It's sort so much." He said, then pouted to one of the knives. "That's from the French and Indian war, and Indian tribe carved it. The handle out of bone." He explained. Damon not only loved to use his weapons, but he also loved the history of them and the cool ones he could get his hands on.

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Peyton giggled at his response. She was sure that in this life he had been with plenty of girls, the thought made her nose crinkle. She didn't know why, he was a rock star, why wouldn't he have been with a lot of girls? It wasn't like she liked him like that anyway. He wouldn't have liked her back anyway, she had no reason to be jealous. Tonight was a one time thing for her, so she had to get that through her head. She felt the needle moving across her shoulder as he worked. Looking back as Peyton heard his voice. She smiled and blushed a light pink color. "No no, I've only been with one guy. He was from the private school I went to. Was a really nerdy innocent guy. But we worked well together. Other than that I only had a handful of male friends, most my brothers friends who didn't like me, or knew my brother would hate the, for hitting on me." She said and rolled her eyes. "My dad and brother don't really allow for guys in my life, especially to call me sexy." She said and looked back at Ethan.

Sophia laughed as she held the knife, shaking her head. "Oh no, no lessons for me." When she asked she had only meant it as a joke. She couldn't believe Damon knew so much history behind these weapons. She's never shot a gun in her life let alone have had to use a knife for any other reason than to chop food. She stared down at the antique gun, brows pinched together not because the gun wasn't beautiful, but because she didn't understand Damon at all. She looked up at Damon with a soft smile on face, eyes confused and searching for something, anything about the man standing in front of her. "Who the fuck are you? What do you do?" She reached into her purse and pulled out his business card, twirling it in his fingers. "It has your name and your cell phone number on it. Nothing else. You know my major, my family, where I live..." She couldn't help but smile a little.

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Ethan shook his head in disappointment. Not because the lack of guys in her life but because this girl has no idea how beautiful she is. He looked up at her, pausing the tattooing for a moment and smiled. "Well, don't let anyone else tell you different," he said quietly, a small smirk on his face. "Now...I'm almost done so hold still sweetheart." He winked at her again and went back to finishing the small details of the tigers face. Once he was finished, Ethan covered it gently so it wouldn't get ruined. He kissed the top of her shoulder, just above the tattoo and looked up at her, pointing at the mirror across the room. "All done. The mirror is right over there if you'd like to take a look at it."

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Damon couldn't help but chuckle at her response, allowing her to look over his things. He enjoyed that she seemed impressed and interested on his knowledge. When Sophia asked about him he held his hands up defensively and raised an eyebrow. "Hey hey calm down." He said and frowned slightly. He noticed her smile which confused him even more. "You told me that voluntarily." He paused and looked over his shoulder to a closet where he had his gang leather jacket. "Hold on." He said and walked over pulling out the jacket. "My name, which I'm sure you'll recognize." He paused and turned the back of th jacket and the logo facing her. "Damon Vernon." He said. And have an awkard smile. "I am the leader of the Eagles." He said tossing his jacket onto the couch, arms now folded across his chest. "So?

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Peyton glanced back when she heard his voice close to her ear,
Giggling softly when he winked before looking ahead of them again. She smiled gently when se felt his lips on her shoulder and blushed profile. Peyton moved over and looked at the tattoo before moving back to where Ethan was, hugging him to thank him. She got on her tip toes, and kissed his cheek. "How can I pay you?" She asked as she looked up at him, winking at Ethan before giggling.

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Sophia watched Damon move closely, eyes narrowed as she was trying to figure out what was going on. He was right she had told him those things of her own free will, but those are the simplest facts that make up a human being. The men she knows don't shut up about their heritage, how wealthy they are, or how much money they will make after college. She tilted her head ever so slightly and pointed at the logo on his jacket. "So you're...you're the man that my dad talks about with the chief of police while he is over for dinner that my mom cooks for all of us," she said slowly, still putting the puzzle pieces together. She copied him and crossed her arms over her chest. A small smirk crept its way onto her face. "I know more about you than I thought." Why wasn't this scaring her? She should be out the door, sitting on the curb waiting for her driver right now. She should tell Damon to never ever talk to her or even think about her again. "Why did you ask me here?" She stepped closer to him with an eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips.

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Ethan was delighted by how happy Peyton seemed to like her tattoo. He was proud of himself; it was some of the best work he's done. He's going to have to get a picture of it to put it in his album before the night ends. He swayed a little as she hugged him, not expecting it and being drunk as shit didn't help either. He placed his hands around her hips, squeezing ever so slightly, and licked his lips. "You can give me a real kiss," he mumbled, leaning down close for the kiss he's been waiting for all night.

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Damon raised an eyebrow as she spoke of her father and the chief of police. "When they talk about the notorious gang leader who's 'destroying the town through crime' yea." He said and shrugged his shoulders. "So what. Is that a problem?" He asked as he copied her from yesterday when he asked about her father being the senator. He couldn't keep the straight, angry face he had on before letting out a quiet chuckle and smiling down at Sophia. But frowned when she said she knew more about him. "Just because your father seeks to destroy me, doesn't mean you know anything about me. "He said. When she stepped forwards, and asked why he asked her hear. Damon felt the breath catch in his throat, for some reason he found that very sexy, he bit his lip. Damon stepped forward so there were only inches between them. "You're gorgeous, you actually have kept me interested in getting to know you rather than just bedding you. Not that I wouldn't mind doing both at the same time." He said huskily.

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Peyton giggled as his Body moved from her hug. Her eyes looking up at him, scanning his features once more. She couldn't help but blush as his hands were on her hips, and he was licking his lips. She bit her lip, looking down before up at Ethan again. "As you wish." She murmured. Peyton wanted to be a good wife some day. Not just because she was raised that with her father and mother. But because she really wanted to be a good housewife, make her husband happy, and take care of their kids. She would do whatever she could to make her husband happy, and please and leisure him. She didn't think that Ethan would like that kind of life, so it made her a bit sad, but only for a moment when their lips touched she was ecstatic. Her hands gently moved to his shoulders as she kissed him, the nervous jitters leaving her body.

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For a moment Sophia feared she had crossed a line with Damon, that she asked one two many questions but the smile that broke across his face made her laugh with him, grinning. "It probably should be a problem with me," she said shrugging. There it went- that feeling of wanting to step out of her comfort zone, the one her parents worked so hard to push down. She closed the gap between them, feeling her heart beat faster and faster. "I know enough," she whispered, looking up at him. She could feel his body heat and see the veins from his muscles. She gave him a teasing smile and flipped her hair. "I am gorgeous, aren't I?"

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Ethan immediately pulled Peyton closer, pressing harder into the kiss. He wondered for a moment if the door was locked, but he could care less as he tangled one of his hands into her hair. Her lips tasted sweet like a peach, but it made him want more. They had time, right? Of course they did. It'd only been a couple hours. His bandmates were probably partying away, getting fucked up without him. Oh well, there would be time for that afterwards.

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Damon rolled his eyes. "Oh really?" He purred, his eyes lit up a bit as they were both close to one another. "Tell me what you know about me then sweetheart." He murmured. When she flipped her hair he groaned internally. This girl interested him,and turned him on, God he wanted her. "Fuck yea you are." He murmured again, a hand reaching up and twirling her hair around his finger. "I should scare you. You should scare me. But you don't. Fuck." He miss is and looked down, his eyes scanning her body. "You don't scare me at all. I trust you enough to know you aren't gonna rat me to daddy." He said and bit his lip as he looked down at Sophia, wanting to just close the space between them. He had never really been this turned on by a girl when he wasn't fucking them. It was strange to him.

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Peyton had never experienced this type of thing before. So his sudden roughness surprised her. She jumped slightly, but allowed one hand to move up to his face. Her kiss was still gentle against his lips. Allowing Ethan to handle her body how he wanted. She felt as though she owed him now. It was how Peyton was raised. She was here to please the man in her life, who at this moment was Ethan. So what he wanted, he was going to get, she would be a good girl. She hoped her friends were going to worry about her, and they wouldn't come looking as this all went on. Her hands moved back down to his shoulders as she pressed her body into his again.

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Sophia felt her face heat up with a deep blush, wondering what was coming over her. Damon was so hot and Sophia hasn't been this close with so many different feelings with another male since prom night. Every other guy she knows is privileged and greedy. Damon was real, not fake. Her voice was caught in her throat, her mind racing. What would happen if someone found out? Even just this encounter would be disastrous. "That doesn't matter. It still makes this a bad idea. A horrible idea," she said, putting a hand up on his chest. Damon didn't scare her, not really, not in the normal sense of the word. But she knew what he was capable of and she still didn't trust him. He could be using her, but Sophia wasn't sure if she cared at the moment.

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Ethan started to walk them back towards the couch, his mouth trailing down her neck. This was going to be a night he would always remember. He could just tell this was going to be a great lay. They had that energy, the two of them, just flowing through them. "Goddamn Peyton," he groaned, just thinking about what was about to happened drove him crazy. As Ethan was just about to lay Peyton down on the couch, Nick and the rest of the band came through the door laughing, telling Ethan that their time was up. Ethan spun around, rage in his eyes. "What the fuck dudes! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he shouted, pointing behind him at Peyton. "We're busy."

Nick threw a few bags that belonged to Ethan at him and rolled his eyes. "It's time to go. Jesus, we have this conversation every time. Bring her home to fuck her. It's time to go, Ethan."

Ethan took a deep breath and turned around to face Peyton, smiling sadly. "You heard the boss man. Daddy's gotta go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, hearing one of his mates telling him to hurry up. "I had fun tonight."

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Damon let a small smirk spread across his lips when he saw Sophia's cheeks turn a rosy pink. His own face was red, but at the moment, he was confused and flustered by his feelings. He just wanted to take her right then and there. But that scared him, something he never felt about sleeping with other girls. She could use him, and then use her father to ruin him. He didn't think she would, but that was a risk, which he believed was compelling him to do it more. "Oh fuck." He paused as she put her hand on his chest, putting his over it. "Bad idea is my middle name, sweetheart." He murmured, before putting his free hand on her hip, and pulling Sophia closer to him. "No one has to know.." He said before moving down, pressing his lips against hers, a small grown espcaping his body as the frustration was released.

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Peyton allowed Ethan to move her, her heartbeat getting faster and faster as he got her closer and closer to the couch. Just as she heard the door open Peyton jumped back, standing quietly to the side, eyes on her feet. She looked over at his band mates and bit her lip. She wouldn't admit it but she was kinda glad they came in. Not knowing if she was truly ready for that type of commitment. The anger in Ethan's eyes kinda scared her too. When he turned back to her she nodded. Looking up as he pulled her closer. "I did too." She murmured before looking down and finding a pen, writing her number on his hand. She gave him a gentle wink before making her way out quickly and back to her group of friends. As soon as Peyton was back they were bringing her home.

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All Sophia could hear was the sound of her purse hitting the floor as her arms went around Damon's neck. She leaned up against him pressing her body against his. She pulled away for a moment, breathing heavy and mouth bright red. She looked up at him. "I don't, I don't normally act like this," she whispered, shifting her body ever so slightly. It was true. Sophia focused on her studies and on her duties as the daughter of Senator Carson. But Damon was right, nobody had to know.

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Ethan waited for Peyton to leave to cuss out his bandmates. "Assholes," he mumbled as he gathered his things. He looked down at his hand and quickly wrote down her number on a piece of paper before he forgot to. "You gonna call her?" Charlie asked him. Ethan merely shrugged. "Maybe. She was hot and I think a virgin? I don't know, but probably," he replied, laughing with his friends. He looked around one final time, a cigarette between his lips and beer in his hand for the drive home. "Alright boys lets get the fuck out of here."

They all walked out, saying goodbye to the owner and a few patrons lingering around before getting into their van. When they got home to the house they all shared, Ethan walked to his bedroom and instantly passed out the second his head hit the pillow.

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Damon groaned against her lips, his hands both holding her hips against his as his lips meshed with hers. When she broke the kiss he couldn't help but grin down at her. "I can't say the same, but I can say I certainly am feeling a type of way that no other girl has made me feel in a long while." His voice was even huskier when he was turned on. Damon wrapped his arms around her, lifting Sophia up as he kissed her again. He was carrying her to his bedroom, he kicked the door open and walked to his bed, laying her down as his lips opened just slightly enough to play with her tongue.

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Peyton was driven home by her friends, as soon as she was home she headed off to her room, avoiding her brother and father not wanting the scolding, she outa long sleeved shirt on to avoid the, seeing the tattoo she had gotten that night. She placed her phone on the charger,mans Kay in bed texting her friends for about a half hour before falling asleep, waking up late the next day. Peyton was ready to forget that night, and move on with her life. Be the good girl her father alway straight her to be.

Sophia squealed when he picked her up, holding onto his muscles tightly. God they were big. "Well," she said, in between breaths, laughing, "as long as we both know I'm not the slut." She knew what kind of man Damon was. She's seen a few pictures of beautiful women who the police force believe have ties to him. She didn't look like any of those girls. She dressed respectively and wore moderate make up because if you wear too much you seem superficial, but not enough and you don't care enough. As they laid down, Sophia tangled a hand in Damon's perfect hair, tugging at it in hopes of ruining it. Her other hand ran up his shirt, feeling his abs. "Jesus Christ," she mumbled.

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Ethan woke up in the afternoon feeling sticky from sweat and beer. The first he did was take a shower to rinse last night off of him. After he was done, he ate breakfast and asked his band mates what was going on today. No band practice, thank god. Ethan planned on doing nothing. Someone mentioned a party. Ethan already knew the four of them would be going.

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Damon chuckled softly at her slut comment. The girls that the police thought were involved with him, we're all just drug mules for him. He didn't interact with any of them, nor sleep with any of them. The girls he slept with were normal girls who either didn't know who who was initially, or knew who he was and thought it was badass to sleep with a gang leader. Damon smirked softly as she begun to play with his hair. His lips now on her neck, kissing and sucking gently. One of his hands sliding underneath Sophia's shirt, pushing it up the higher he got. "Fuck." He murmured against the skin of her neck after leaving a hickey there. Damon helped Sophia take her shirt off, as well as take his own off. His lips now moving down to her chest and around her breasts as his hands worked on the bra. "You're so different." He said against her skin.

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Peyton had promised her family that they would all have dinner together that day because of yesterday. Not something she looked forward too compelte kt. But they were her family and she loved them. She went through the day not really doing anything, watching TV, texting friends, talking to her brother about school and such. Finally it was 5 PM and the family of four was sat down around their large mahogany table, being served the best food money could buy. They made awkward, rich, small talk, at first. But soon wre taking just as a normal family. Peyton didn't mind her family when it was like this, she minded when they tried to keep her from her friends or talked trash about them. Or set her up with friends and boys as if she was incompetent

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