Dominic

I froze and decided to stay behind Dominic. That was obviously his eldest brother, Ryder, shouting and I didn't want to be a target of his anger so I stayed put. Also, I wanted to see if he would elaborate on what he just said. I mean, why didn't they need attention drawn to them?

"I'm aware of that, and I'm sure Dame already told you why I got into a fight," Dominic replied calmly, getting my attention.

"He did, I just want to hear it from you," the deep voice said.

"He put his hands on her, even if he didn't hurt her I still would have beaten the shit out of him for the names he called her," Dominic said casually.

My stomach was flip-flopping left, right and centre.

What the hell was going on?

"Bronagh?" deep voice inquired.

I stepped out from behind Dominic and waved a little. "Heya."

"I'm Ryder, Dominic and Damien's oldest brother."

Holy shite.

He looked like Matt Bomber, only hotter, because he was covered in tattoos!

"Nice to meet you," I murmured and just flat-out stared at him.

Dominic shook his head at my reaction to his brother, but I didn't care. This family had beautiful genes, like I wasn't going to ogle them.

"How is your face?" Ryder asked me.

I thought about what he asked then touched my face and hissed. "It's sore."

Dominic moved across the room, opened what looked like a freezer and pulled out an ice pack, then grabbed a small hand towel on his way back over to me.

I frowned at him. "You are the one with the cut eyebrow and busted up face, you need the ice more than I do, princess."

Dominic's brothers snorted.

"I like her," Ryder said.

"I like her more and more each time she insults him," Damien chuckled.

"Fuck you both," Dominic gri

He turned me around and applied pressure to my back, making me walk forward.

"This is startin' to piss me off, Dominic. Stop pushin' me around. Stop touchin' me altogether!" I snapped.

"That's the appeal then? He wants what he can't have," Ryder said lowly then snorted.

"That, her accent, and I'm sure the fact that she's smoking hot has something to do with it as well," Damien's voice chimed in.

Dominic grunted, and he directed me upstairs. We walked all the way to the fourth floor which I wasn't happy about.

"Why are we comin' up here?" I asked, huffing and puffing.

Dominic laughed from behind me. "Do you do any cardio? You sound like you're going to collapse."

I snarled as I entered the room he directed me to. "No, I don't do cardio; there is a reason I look the way I do, and it's not because I enjoy doin' cardio in me spare time."

"I wasn't saying you need cardio, you look damn fine from where I'm standing-"

"Oh, my God. Stop. Just stop!" I suddenly shouted.

Dominic closed the door behind us and just stared at me for a moment.

"Stop what?"

I gaped at him. "Are you serious? Stop being overly nice to me, stop commentin' on me looks and body, and for the love of God stop pushin' me around!"

Dominic rolled his eyes and pointed behind me. "Okay, I will do all that if you sit on my bed so I can ice your face."

I widened my eyes and looked behind me to the kingsize bed; it was bloody huge.

Was he trying to get me into bed?

"Uh…"

I heard Dominic chuckle. "I'm not just trying to get you into my bed; not for the reasons you're probably thinking anyway."

I flushed.

"I wasn't thinkin' anythin'," I lied.

"Go sit down then," he challenged.

I did, and I was stiff as a board while I did it.

"Okay, I'm sat on your bed. Can I have the ice pack now?"

Dominic nodded, wrapped the towel around the ice pack, and carefully placed it on my cheekbone.

I instantly sighed. "That feels good."

"I'm glad," Dominic said as he sat next to me.

I looked at him and frowned. "Do you have a first aid kit?" I asked.

He raised his uncut eyebrow and nodded before he got up and went to his bathroom.

He had one co

He came back out with a small first aid kit, sat back beside me, and handed me the kit. I put my ice pack down and stood up; I opened the kit, took out a cleaning gauze and a small bottle of purified water. I soaked the gauze then leaned towards Dominic.

"Stay still," I murmured before I began wiping around his cut eyebrow.

He hissed a little, and it made me smile.

"I'm nearly done, princess."

Dominic snorted and hissed at the same time. He remained still while I wiped away all the dry blood from his face. The cut on his eyebrow was only a little deep and was already clotted, so I just put a clear plaster over it. Then I picked up my ice pack and placed it on his face.

"Thank you," he murmured.

I nodded. "You're welcome."

Those words were the first nice things we had ever said to one another without being sarcastic.

Holy shite!

Dominic lifted his hand and placed it on top of mine on his ice pack. I froze and looked into his eyes, wondering what he was doing. I started to sweat when his other hand touched my back and pulled me close to him. My heart picked up its pace and began to pound into my ribs.

"Dominic, what are you doin'?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Why do you call me Dominic?" he asked me, ignoring my question and my trembling.

My mind was getting all mushy, and my stomach was fluttering with butterflies.

"Because it's your name."

He gri

I shrugged. "I'm not like everyone else."

He pulled me closer to him then.

"You torment me," he whispered to me. His scent filled my nose making me feel a little lightheaded.

"You started it," I snapped through my slight swaying.

He gri

I just looked at him in confusion which made him laugh.

"Bronagh, you get under my skin, you make me crazy," he clarified.

What? How is that possible? 

I ignored him as much as I could at school and when he got too close to me, I physically and verbally assaulted him. I'm not saying I'm proud of it… but I'm also not saying I wouldn't do it again.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Did you bring me up here just to tell me how much I a

He kissed me!

Correction, he was currently kissing me.

I opened my mouth to protest but instead of words leaving my mouth, I moaned, and a warm, wet tongue entered. I dropped my hand away from the ice pack and Dominic caught it and grabbed my other hand and pulled me onto him. I then felt his hands go under my school skirt and land on the back of my bare thighs before he hoisted me up onto him.

I gasped and then groaned when he nibbled on my bottom lip. He positioned me so I was straddling him. His left arm was tightly wrapped around my waist while his right arm was lower, and I found out why it was lower down when his hand slid around my right arse cheek.

"Dominic!"

I was shocked in myself at how that came out; it was meant to be sobering, but it sounded like a soft moan.

Dominic growled into my mouth, then he captured it with another kiss. My hands found their way to his hair, and when I twisted my fingers around his dark locks he stood up with me still wrapped around him. He turned us and lay me down on the bed with his body hovering over me.