𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

"➐➎" : ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀʏ

*This one gets a little...rough.*

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Spoiler alert: I made it out of the car alive. But judging by the look on both of their faces, my existence was only for as long as they allowed me to live.

Stefan slapped down the carafe of whiskey on the table, downing the drink in his hands in one go before pouring himself some more. I slumped in my seat, trying to find an excuse to give to the angry men before me. Damon rolled up his sleeves, taking the glass of alcohol offered by his brother and drank away, eyes roaming me.

"If there's anything you wanna say, now's the time to speak up," Damon told me, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.

I found myself way too distracted by him to answer any of his questions. "I've got nothing to apologize for. I didn't flirt with anyone," the steadiness in my tone astounded me.

"Not today, you didn't," Stefan replied. "But you just love riling us up-"

I cut him off. "Oh, come on. Don't you think it's unfair to blame it all on me? You two were the ones who left me naked in the kitchen this morning."

"I thought I made it clear you were to keep your mouth shut until I tell you otherwise," Damon growled.

Mindlessly, I rolled my eyes at him. "You don't control me, Damon,"

My response acquired tired sighs from them both. They'd figured arguing with me wouldn't get us anywhere. Bickering with them wasn't what I wanted to do too. I wanted us to be happy together, but in my defence, Damon's the one who threw me over his shoulder and carried me in here.

"I'm tired of these petty arguments, Rose," Damon whispered. "No more games or fights. You're ours. Just ours,"

Their rage diffused, bringing out the real cause of their anger. Jealously. They were envious that I hadn't been paying attention to them today. Throughout the party, I had ignored them for Elena and Enzo. Could you believe it? The Salvatores were jealous of Elena Gilbert!

Not being able to help myself, I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach. "You're finding this funny?" A shocked Stefan asked.

I tried to compose myself. "No...I'm sorry...I just..."

"Aww... No, no, no...don't stop," Stefan smiled, walking dangerously close to me. In an instant, his knee was between my thighs, his hand pressing my cheeks together. "By all means, Go ahead and laugh out loud," Then his voice dropped to a smoky whisper. "...but you know what I'm going to find humorous? When I'll keep fucking that sweet little thing between your legs while you whimper and scream my name, begging me to stop, but I won't. Not until I'm satisfied. Maybe that'll remind you who's in charge here,"

I should've screamed, run for the hills or go hide in the deepest, darkest corner of the world because Stefan wasn't messing around, neither was Damon. They both had me in thrall, perfectly capable of rocking my world hard every time. But trust me, angry Stefan was just something out of this world, and that sweet little thing between my legs needed that.