3. I bet she tastes as good as she looks

SMACK!

Damian looked shocked at first as Adeline's hand landed on his cheek, but then, his lips twisted into a grin.

The girl got fire inside, and he liked that. It'll be more fun to try and tame her.

"What are you smiling about, asshole? Do you think this is a joke?" Adeline was fuming.

"No, I don't. And I dare you to hit me again, " he said and grabbed her hand. "Go ahead. Use your other hand to hit me again and then see what happens," he said in a low and menacing tone.

Adeline shivered. Amusement suddenly disappeared from Damien's eyes, and it was replaced by darkness. He had stopped playing with her. He was starting to get angry.

But she couldn't show him weakness. She was still not scared of him. He can go fuck himself.

"I'm not scared of you," her voice shook, indicating she wasn't completely honest.

Damien leaned over. "I get that you're trying to look out for your cousin, but I don't want her. I want you," his eyes were dark and determined.

Adeline felt her heart flutter, but she ignored it. It didn't matter how good-looking this guy was. He was still an asshole.

"Just leave me alone," she said and stood up to leave. Damian stood up too and towered over her.

Adeline shivered when she looked into his icy blue eyes. There was something feral about the way he looked at her. Something other than anger.

Lust.

He suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed his lips on hers, not so gently. His tongue forcefully parted her mouth.

Adeline froze in place. She placed her hands on his chest to push him off. Instead, she gripped his shirt tightly. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself kissing him back.

Fuck, she tastes better than I imagined, he thought with his eyes closed.

Adeline's eyes snapped open as if she had just woken up from her trance. She shoved him off immediately. Her face was flushed. She was fuming.

"Y...you asshole!"

"You don't want to cross me, babygirl. When I want something, I take it," Damien sneered in response.

Adeline stormed off without saying another word.

She is bold but stupid, Damien thought to himself. He lit a cigarette and decided to forget about her for the day.

"There's no smoking in the school property."

Damien smirked as he heard his sister's voice behind him.

"What I do is none of your business," Damien barked.

Natasha sky stood in front of Damien with a sly grin on her face. She had witnessed the entire interaction between her brother and the new girl.

"You just couldn't help pouncing on the fresh meat, huh asshole?" she remarked.

Damien narrowed his eyes. "Is that a problem for you, my dear sister?"

"I just think she seems a little different than your usual taste. Kinda plain if you ask me," Natasha scoffed.

"Then you must be blind or stupid," he barked.

"Whatever, I came here to ask you for a favor," Natasha hesitated.

"What the fuck do you want?" Damien asked crudely.

"Well...um...I kind of spent all my allowance, so I was wondering if you could give me more cash," Natasha scratched her neck and let out a nervous laugh.

"You're shitting me, right? You spent your entire allowance? What the hell are you doing, Tasha? You've been seeing Marco again, haven't you?" Damien gripped her shoulder and glared at her. Natasha's smile didn't falter as she was used to Damien's aggressive behavior.

"So what if I am? Can I have some money from you, or should I try somewhere else?" she said with a tight jaw.

Damien trod carefully. He didn't want Natasha to get in any more trouble. She was still his sister. "Fine, here's a 100 bucks. Get the fuck out of my face," he snarled.

"Thank you! I knew I could count on you, bro," she tiptoed to give him a hug then ran off. Damien sighed. He wanted to help his sister in anyway he could, but she made it difficult for him. He decided to forget about it and head back to his class.

He halted in the middle of the hallway as he saw Adeline standing in front of her locker. A few feet away from her stood two boys. Damien recognized them as his younger brother's goons.

"Look at her ass, sexy, isn't it?" the one with jet black hair cackled.

"I bet she tastes as good as she looks," the tall one with blonde hair whispered.

Typical assholes lusting over the new girl, Damien thought irritably. He wasn't surprised as he had the same thing in mind for her, but he couldn't let them have her before him! He made a mental note to keep an eye on her, then kept walking toward his class.

After school, it was time for his secret training session. The worst part of the day. Nope, scratch that. It was only one of the worst things. At least he made his own choice to attend this as opposed to what his family put him through. He sighed and changed into his workout clothes, then headed to the private gym.

"Damien Sky. I'm surprised you showed up after our last session," his Prepod Antonove

raised his eyebrows. "I hope we won't have any more problems with disciplines this time?"

Damien rolled his eyes. "I'm here to learn Prepod, don't worry," he said.

"Good. Get on the floor and start."

He prepared himself mentally to fight his opponent. He had been secretly learning Systema, a Russian martial art developed for the Russian special forces. It was designed to teach him endurance, high tolerance for pain, and concentration. All of these what he needed in order to survive. To make sure his enemies never get up after he kicked their ass.

He stared at his opponent, who was in the position to attack him. All he had to do today was doge him.

He could do just that, but his concentration broke as his opponent punched him in the gut. He yelped and threw a punch back, but the other guy was able to dodge his attack.

"CONCENTRATE!" Antonove yelled from across the room.

But Damien wasn't listening. Pain shot through his body, and he was blinded by rage. He lunged at his opponent and tried to tackle him without using the techniques he learned so far. The other man grabbed him easily and flung him on the ground.

Shit, he got angry and acted rashly again.

Antonove walked over to him and looked down at him. His eyes were full of disappointment. "You've been training for an entire year but still have no discipline. Moron," he shook his head.

Damien groaned. This was going to be another long training session. 

A/N: Hey guys, let me know what do you think of this story so far.