Her Perfect Dom A Dark Mafia Romance
- Genre: Romance
- Author: Addison Winters
- Chapters: 3
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 18+
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- ⭐ 3.0
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Everyday! Bryce Armstrong has bullied me for the last four years since I moved here in my ninth-grade year because ever since, I messed up his shoes! Well, it's a long story, but I ran into him on my first day and knocked all my food over his brand-new shoes. So ever since that incident, he started making my life a nightmare. Ever since that day, he hated me! So, one night, Williow goes to a party but needs to know whose house it is. But when her cousin Marryann tells her where they are going, Williow doesn't know whose house it is until she sees a familiar face on the wall of this house! Bryce Armstrong. The guy who hates her guts and he promised to make her life a living hell. What would happen if she woke up the following day with her face on a half-naked guy's chest? But what if the half-naked guy is no other than the guy who made his life mission in high school to make her life suffer, and he always told her he would enjoy it when he did? What would happen when willow grabs her shoes off the floor and slowly opens the door when she tries to walk out? Before she can do that, she hears something behind her. She gasped when she felt a hand wrapped around her waist and pulled back, and her back was on his hard stomach. "So, no kiss goodbye?" She heard his deep raspy chuckle behind her. She was caught! Now it's too late, and Her monster got her in his lair. The Story of The Girl Behind the Book! High School Bully Romance.
Chapter 1 " Senior Year"
"Hey! Virgin," Yep. Here we go. It's every day if not in school, and then he would call and text me the same thing.
You're a loser, and no guy wants you, virgin ass.
I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"Hey, did you get my message over the weekend, nerd?" He said close up behind my ear. I am trying to get my books out of my locker, but I have no run to move my hands because this jock boy is blocking me from grabbing my books.
"No," I tell him, and I don't want to stand around talking to this jerk, so I turn away and walk away.
But then I felt his hand stop me by pushing me up against my locker.
"What did you say to me?" he demands. Oh, no, I just turned him angry when I mouthed back.
He hates when someone tells him no and mouths back.
"You heard me" No, Bryce," I tell him.
"Why you bitch!" He said and grabbed me and twisted me around, and faced him.
That's when I heard.
"What the hell?" I peeked over his shoulder and saw a gorgeous tall blonde hair and green eye guy standing in the hall, staring at us with a worried and shocked look.
Nothing to see here. "Just a girl getting manhandled by an oversized ape that's pissed off because she means me; the girl said no." So I spoke with my eyes.
That was when I saw Bryce turn around at this guy still staring over at us.
"Move!" I heard him say, but he wasn't telling me the guy was watching us with a shocked look on his face.
That's when I heard the guy speak.
"Oh, right, sorry, carry on," he said with an accent and left.
Coward!!! I wanted to tell the guy, but I have other problems right now. He waited until he left, and I was in a tighter grip and speaking again.
"No!" What do you mean no?" He said, annoyed and growling. But the look on his face made me frozen in fear. I could feel his fingers digging deep inside my shoulder.
Ouch! Please stop; you're hurting me." I begged him with my eyes.
"What gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Do you know who I am?"
I am the fucking king in this school, and a nobody like you will tell me what to do."
"Look... I'a.,m so- sorry- Bryce"-
"Don't fucking say my name!" He yelled at me. I jumped, cringed, and hid my face, so he didn't hit me. He didn't care how I was reacting. He kept on talking.
"You don't get to say my name." He told me.
I am begging him. But I am trying not to make him mad. He may have let me go.
"Ouch! I cried out when I felt him squeezing hard.
"No one! you got it; tells Bryce Armstrong what to do, not a loser bitch like you." He snarled in my face.
I pulled back, but he grabbed my face in his hand.
"Oh, no bitch." You're not going to have what you want." Only when I say so. So, you're going to keep your eyes on me!"
"You got it."
I was shaking with fear, and I was scared he would hit me.
So, I did what any girl would do. I nodded my head, and I whispered a yes.
"What? I didn't hear you," Nerd!"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Yes, what?" He demanded.
"Yes, sir," I told him.
"That's a girl," he said with his mouth on my neck. I shivered, and I let out a moan. I didn't mean to because I felt his hot breath on my neck, which felt so good. Oh, No! I shouldn't do that. What is wrong with me? I am dumb, that's why.
Now he will find out how much I wanted him to corner me in a dark hallway in school, and I turned red thinking about what else I had in my dirty little mind!
"Oh, shit, you got to be kidding me?" He said, knowing the answer I didn't want him to know.
"You like when I rough on you, huh."
"You like me manhandling you."
"Oh, you naughty little ass."
"You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.
I gasped when I felt it—his rigid member.
''Yeah, that's right." He groaned, and I felt him rub his crotch between my legs.
"How long have you wanted my dick, princess," He tells me.
I licked my lips when I was nervous or misbehaving. I didn't want to say it to him but somehow blurted it out. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I didn't, I told him.
"Since I watched you in your bedroom window undressing," I told him, shaking and looking down with an embarrassed red face.
He didn't say anything until I heard him say.
So, you spy on me through my window?"
Oh, you are a naughty little slut." I should have been mad, but it was the opposite.
It turned me on, and I liked it.
No! I loved how he was degrading me and calling me dirty sexual names from his hot mouth that I wanted on my lips and down between my...
I can't say it, but it popped into my mind quickly, and my brain told me.
On my girl part.
I need to stop thinking about these things. I am sick of thinking about him in any way, especially sexually.
My body doesn't care; she wants what it wants, and right now, she wants this big, tall, beautiful man.
Oh, God, I could feel how much he enjoyed this.
My suffering right now is because I am.
How am I going to talk myself out of this now? I could tell him I lied, and I never thought about him taking me from behind, or his face buried deep down between my thighs. Or even I thought about my mouth, watery thinking about taking his member in my mouth-
Oh no! I closed my eyes and tried to shut out all the naughty fantasies I wanted with the guy that hated me. Why should I like a sweet guy who doesn't hate me?
I sighed under my breath.
Thank God he didn't hear me or read my thoughts because I could never show my face again.
"Hmm, what was I doing after I undressed? Wilfreda,"
He said my name with a severe whispering tone. But I heard something else, like desire and want, in his voice, but I knew I was wrong. Why would he want someone like me to see him naked? He already told me he hated me since I moved here in the first year of my freshmen year.
"You were getting ready to shower," I told him, still shaking, and I could feel hot and wet between my thighs. But I was trying to stay calm. But it wasn't helping at all. I was still shaking.
"Hmm, what did you do when you saw me undressed?"
I, umm, I could not tell him. I felt dirty and wrong about what I did for the first time that day when I saw him naked. I touched myself. Since then, I have been doing it when I closed my eyes, and he would pop into my mind.
Oh, God, I could feel myself getting turned on thinking about how my fantasy was coming true between my eyes. So I thought when I heard him speak, and he groaned with a chuckle. I knew what I had done. He doesn't have to ask me. He knew by the reaction of my body language right now.
" You touched yourself when you were thinking about me?" He told me.
I Could not speak because he said it was true. So, I did the only thing I knew to do for now.
I nodded my head.
Hmm, I heard him. I didn't listen to him, so I thought maybe he didn't hear me-
I gasped when I felt his hand snake under my legs and lift me off the floor. He had my legs wrapped around his hips, and my back slammed into the wall. I didn't have time to cry out in pain.
Because he had my shirt popped open and my chest exposed for the people to see.
Fuck! I saw him staring down at my chest with lust and hunger in his eyes.
I gasped when I felt him take my nipple in his fingers and twist them with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, you naughty girl," watching your monster undressing."
He chuckled and started pulling and twisting my hard nipple in his grip.
Oh, God, Yes," I cried when he took my nipple.
I didn't want him to stop, but I should before we went too far.
Shut up! You want him to deflower you, remember? So my inner voice was telling me.
Yes, but- I wanted to take my time with him. I didn't want to give in to them just yet. I wanted him to suffer and beg as he makes me when he-
Well, you know how he treats me. I tell the inner voice.
She rolled her eyes. I didn't know when I felt him start running his hand up my skirt, and I gasped when...
That's strange; why I kept hearing my name calling?
"Hey, Willow!" that's when I opened my eyes, and I saw white.
I sighed because I wanted to cry.
Because it was all just a dream, I was in the Nurse's office again because Bryce had tripped me, and I fell down the school stairs; well, it wasn't the top ones, thank God, but still, I fell down the three bottom ones, and I cracked my head on the way down.
So, I know I am in the nurses' office with a bruised head, maybe a concussion.
"Williow! oh, thank God for your, alright." But then, I heard my best friend's worried and relieved voice, aka my cousin Maryann.
"Yeah, you know me, being clumsy? I told her with a nervous laugh.
I didn't want to tell her about anything that happened and worry her about it. I don't want them to start bullying her and treating her like how they treat me. I am not welcome here since I ruined the precious king of the school shoes on my first day here. So, now I am the outcast loser he got everyone to hate because he hates me.
Is he still messing with you?" I shook my head no. But she could see I was lying to her.
"I am going to kill him," He is going too far with his games." She said, but I tried to say no, he didn't, but I tripped because I was clumsy; she wasn't having it and listening to me because she was angry and was going after him.
"No! Please calm down. I swear it's not him." I know I lied, but I didn't want them turning on her because she was one of them. But she is the only one who knows what happened but not everything.
She knows Bryce and his followers like to play tricks and want to play pranks, but she knew what he and the others did to me.
Let's say it's not pretty when she grabs hold of them and makes them her little victims, and she would slowly tortures them.
If she knows how they treat her cousin like crap.
"Oh, okay, but if they try to hurt you anyway. I will drop them so fast they didn't know anything was happening around them because they've been out cold so fast they won't know what hit them." So she told me with a severe look on her face.
I just shook my head.
"Maryann, we're not in New York; remember, you can't talk like that here." So I told her, looking around, worried the Nurse heard her threaten about burying them alive in the ground.
I can't help it because I love my New York City, and you can take the girl out of New York, but you can't take it out of the girl. She said, laughing.
I shook my head and chuckled.
"Yeah," I agree with her.
"So, let them try me-" we both heard a knock on the door.
We were quiet, and I started to sweat and shake because I thought it was him or someone coming in here to finish the job.
But when I saw who walked into the room. I started to calm down and let out the breath I held when I saw Nurse Lovely step into the room with a sweet smile on her beautiful, friendly face.
Chapter 2 " Warning"
"Hello Miss Willow and Miss Maryann,." She tells us with a warm, friendly smile.
"How are you feeling, Willow?" She said, walking over; she had a light in her hand and started checking my head and telling me to watch the light. So, I followed it from side to side and up and down.
She stepped back, and I saw her write something down on her notepad.
"Good." I heard her say.
"Well, the good news is you don't have to have stitches."
"Okay, that's good to know, right Willow" I heard Maryann say.
"Yes, but she still needs to be careful." She tells her and looks at me with a worried look.
She would know she is the one who patches me up when I come to the office with scratches and bruises all over me.
I nodded my head.
I gave her a shy smile.
"Thank you, Mrs. Lovely, for hel