Inked Heart

He was totally silent and I couldn't help sigh in relief when I saw the street to my house up ahead. He pulled up and I tried to unlock the car door immediately, eager to get away from him. But was quickly stopped when he pressed the lock button once more. I growled and unlocked it once more only to hear the click of the lock button again.

I turned to look at him, "Unlock the god damn door, Damien!"

"Chill, I don't want you to leave yet." He smirked, leaning close to me.

Thinking he was going to kiss me again, I prepared myself to punch him in the face this time. Instead he reached over and opened up the car door for me. I immediately jumped out of my seat but was pulled back as he held onto my wrists.

He pulled me close until our faces were inches away, then leaned towards my ear to whisper, "Don't forget you're mine darling, you belong to me and I can do whatever I want." The throaty deep sound of his voice made me shiver.

I opened my mouth to protest but was silenced when he bit under my earlobe then began to put butterfly kisses towards my mouth. He kissed me aggressively when he reached my lips.

I pushed him back, "What the hell are you doing?!" The egotistical smirk on his face sent me over the edge enough to punch his face. I was so angry that he was yet again taking advantage of me.

But I instantly regretted it as I watched him grip his jaw with a hand while the other gripped onto my wrists tightly. He looked at me from under his long eyelashes as his hazel eyes began to get angry and dark, so dark they looked black. He looked very threatening and as his tongue lapped out to lick the blood that was slightly oozing from his lip I hopped out of the car.

I ran to my house without once looking backas my heart pounded in my chest. And all could think of as I ran up my stairs and towards my room was his angry eyes and dangerous aura that always seemed to surround him.

I woke up in a cold sweat as my stomach began to churn. I felt like it was rising and my eyes widened in horror as I covered my mouth with my hand; running to the bathroom full pelt.

I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet and groaned as I regretted drinking so much at the party before.

Flashes of the night ran threw my head like they had been doing throughout the whole night. I kept my eyes closed as my head pounded against my skull, if that was possible. It sure as hell felt like it was going to burst any second.

I slowly rose to my feet feeling weaker than before and sick all over again. I brushed my teeth slowly then moved to wash my face. I looked myself over in the mirror only to scowl, Why the hell did I let all that happen?

The morning sun hurt my eyes as I hastily opened them again, my head was going to explode. I grabbed the first pair of sunglasses from my dresser and mentally prided myself for having such a wonderful idea.

I changed into comfortably clothing as I lazily laid in my bed, keeping the glasses on.

Why had I even drank in the first place? Why did I get into the car with someone like that? Why did I leave the party to go outside? What was wrong with me?

No, nothing is wrong with me.

It's this place.

It's London.

No, not London.

Damien.

*

"I'm fine Kayla, I swear." I repeated for the hundredth time to the panicked girl over the phone.

She sighed as she was suddenly cut off by the angry background voice, "That's a load of shit, once I get my hands on Mali he'll regret touching you!"

I was about to open my mouth to calm down a ballistic Israel once again when a loud noise on my balcony caught my attention. "Hey, I'm going to have to call you guys back."

Kayla must have noticed the uneasiness tone in my voice, "Is everything alright, Mina?"

The thump became louder. "I'll call you back."

"Mina-"

I hung up and got up from my bed in a quiet motion, quickly looking around for anything I could possibly use as weapon. With the way my luck had been going around here; it was probably someone trying to break in.

I picked up my heel from last night, ready to poke someones eye out when the balcony door opened and a figure stepped through it into my room. Then closed the door behind him.

I stood in my place on the other side of the room as my brain raked for an explanation as to why the intruder wasn't as quiet as a burglar would have been. Did he think no one was here?

My legs seemed to glue themselves to the floor as the figure turned around. My breath hitched as he finally noticed me, making him smirk and take steps towards me. That's when his scent hit me like a ton of bricks.

Cigarettes, aftershave, and Cologne.

My body calmed once I knew who it was then tensed up as I remembered what Kayla and Israel had said about him. At this point I'd rather have the burglar than him.

"What the hell, Damien?!"

He chuckled, "I'm surprised you remembered my name."

"How could I not? You kidnapped me!" I spat.

He moved closer as his eyes darkened, "Then you hit me."

My heart fell to my stomach, "I'm s-sorry," then rose in anger as I saw his smug face more clearly. "Wait, I shouldn't be apologizing, you just broke into my house!"

"Well I wanted to talk to you and since you ran off yesterday-"

I cut him off, "Get out Damien." I said sternly, crossing my arms with the heel still in my hand.

He only smirked and stepped closer, "No I don't think so, love, 'cause as you see you're mine and I believe you owe me something for saving you life twice already." I frowned but didn't move away as he got closer.

It was like he knew he had a power over me that I couldn't do anything against.

"Please s-stop."

"We both know you don't want me too."

Where the hell is Mom?

"Yes. I. Do." I muttered stubbornly.

He looked amused, "And why is that?"

I looked down.

"Because I know what you have done." I told him fiercely as I looked into his eyes, his face falling. "My friends told me everything about you, everything you've done. How much of a bad person you are, how you're just trouble and just dangerous."

"Who told you?" Was all he managed to say.

I pushed on his chest slightly, "Does it matter? This is just wrong."

He frowned, "How is this wrong?!" His outburst made me jump, I wasn't expecting him to yell at me. He didn't let me reply as he continued, "You don't know me and you're judging me. Bad person? That's what everyone automatically thinks and it's all bullshit, but what's even worse is that you believe them instead of asking me! Have I hurt you? No! All I've done since I saw you the first time is protect you so why doubt me? You don't have a slight idea why I am the way I am, the shit I have been through. You're just like the rest." He spat making me freeze in shock.

I had no idea he felt that way.

He huffed one final time and turned around towards the balcony; he was leaving. My heart and mind yelled to run forward and stop him from leaving, making me spring into action.

"Damien wait!" He ignored me and continued walking until I caught up and gripped onto his arm. He tried shaking me away as I tightened my grip. He shook his arm even harder until he managed to smack me under the chin, hard.

With a yelp I let go and immediately sat on the bed as I held my chin. "Shit, Mina. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen!" He dropped to the floor in front of me, pleading and holding my chin, inspecting it.

"It's okay," I chuckled, finding it funny. He looked into my eyes and chuckled shortly after as well. The atmosphere changed in the room as he began bounding nearer to me, "Damien, s-stop.."

He hummed in response as he placed his lips on mine. My hands pushed on his chest and he chuckled, "Baby you gotta do better than that." He said against my lips. I pushed again and frowned when he didn't even flinch. I pulled on some of his hair but he didn't even react making me give up in trying to push him away.

As his hands held onto my hips, his lips started to roam down to my jaw and neck, softly kissing his way around. He had never kissed me his way before, it was gentle and passionate.

As he made his way back to my lips I decided to go with what felt right deep down. My mind began to scream warnings and protests in my head, telling me to run away when I felt him smile against my responding lips. But I couldn't find the will power to pull away from him. I knew I would probably suffer the consequences but it felt right to around him, and most importantly it felt right to be kissing him.

He seemed more eager when I responded hungrily, and pulled me towards him only to lay me back on the bed hastily, climbing on top of me. I broke our kiss and looked up at him smiling. I pulled him down towards me, kissing him harder when he smiled back at me. My fingers wound up in his hair as his tongue ran across my bottom lip.

His teeth bit down on my lip, giving him access to my mouth when I gasped in surprise.

This was getting to hot and heavy, and I knew where it was leading too...something that I honestly didn't want.

I pulled away from him.

"Damien," I tried, out of breath.

He grumbled something against my neck in response.

"Please stop.." I whispered.

He pulled away and laid his head on my chest. My eyes furrowed in confusion, had he really just stopped?

"You stopped?" I voiced my thoughts.

He looked up and placed his chin in the valley of my breasts, looking at me with a raised dark eyebrow. "You asked me too? I wouldn't ignore you."

I was flabbergasted, "You ignored me before!"

I felt the vibration of his chuckle before I heard it, "Because I knew you didn't really want me too." I glared and poked his cheek. He chuckled once more and leaned up on his forearms to kiss the tip of my nose before he began to crawl off of me.

I reacted immediately and locked my arms around his torso, pulling his body on top of mine roughly. "No, stay with me." Despite the fact that I liked to be alone, being with Damien beat it a hundred times over.

He chuckled in response and looked down at me before kissing me softly. I smiled and pulled on his bottom lip with my teeth making him groan in response.

"Stop, Mina."

I giggled, "So now you're telling me to stop?" He smiled before he kissed the top of my head then settled once more on my chest. "Go to sleep, Mina."

I laughed but nodded and settled against him, "Goodnight Damien." I whispered as my mind began to doze off into sleep.

"Goodnight, babe."