Death Of Peace Of Mind || Dominik Mysterio

BAD DECSIONS (18+)

WARNING; SMUT, LOTS OF SMUT. 

Delany's POV.

I stood there in the hallway, clutching my phone tightly to my chest as Buddy's words hung over me like a dark cloud. The last person I wanted to see was Dominik. I desperately tried to scramble my thoughts for any excuse to call Dominik and tell him everything was okay, and there was no reason for him to come by. Unfortunately, before I knew it he was walking up to me with determination in his strides. He stood before me, wearing gray sweats and an old Rey Mysterio shirt. His hair went and slicked back; he must've just showered. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before reaching out for me. 

"What happened, my Gatia?" he asked, looking at me in concern. When words failed me, I just pointed at the bag that sat in front of my door. He raised an eyebrow before leaning down and examining the bag. 

Dominik's POV.

I pretended to look into the bag I had left with confusion. In all honesty I was trying hard to catch my breathe. After she had caught me in front of her door, I hightailed it to my room as fast as possible and jumped in the shower to cover my "cover story" of just being in my room. After our little encounter earlier on in the day, I knew it was time to start making moves towards making her mine. 

I had spent the better part of night conjuring up the plan. I would leave after Demi's incident with Liv, rush back to the hotel in hopes to beat Delaney there so I could leave my "gift". Her walking up on me was just the unexpected cherry on the sundae. I knew Demi wouldn't be able to come to her aid, and I had already planted the seeds with Buddy that I could come to Delaney's rescue should she need anything.  It was perfect, everything was perfect. She had no one else in that moment to turn to, except me. 

I stood back up and looked at her with false confusion. "Tea and popcorn? I don't get it." I scoffed, acting as if I didn't see the problem. 

With tears streaming down her beautiful face she met my eyes, lips trembling she spoke. "Someone left that at my door, they were standing right here when I walked up. T-that tea..." She paused, trying desperately to catch her breathe. "That's my nightly bedtime snack. No one knows that..." she whispered. 

Oh, but I do my Gatita. If you only knew, all the things I had learned about you these years without even having to hold a conversation. I hesitated before grabbing her fragile hand, slipping her room key from it and turning to open the door. 

"Domin- I. I'll be fine. I'm just shaken up." She protests as I start to pull her into her room, shutting the door behind us. 

"I'm sure you are, but your sister would kill me if I didn't stick around at least till you ride out this panic attack you're trying to hide from me." I stated matter-of-factly. She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at our interlocked fingers. The tears were still streaming freely, small hiccups escaping her plump lips. A part of me hated that I had sent her into such a state, but a more sadistic part of me loved every second of it. I knew in this state, without her sister there to protect her, she would turn to a familiar face to find some form of comfort and security, and I was that face.

She didn't put up any more of a fight. She let out a shaky breath as she set her things down by the door and kicked off her shoes. An awkward silence fell over the two of us, I knew her precious little mind was still clouded with so many thoughts. Of her "stalker", of our kiss, either was I was relishing in the fact that I had taken over every one of her thoughts. Her mind was mine. 

Without a word, she made her way into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, locking it. I smirked to myself and took the opportunity to investigate her room. My eyes traveled through the room, glancing over her belongings that were strewn out all over the room. My vision caught sight of something bright and red hanging out her suitcase. After hearing the water turn on to the shower, I knew he had some time. I waltzed over and pulled out the item that spiked my curiosity. My eyes widened with lust as I held the pair of bright red lace panties in front of me. It was detailed with a harness like addition on the back. I imagined how they would sit on her perfect body, the harness bit riding just below her tailbone. Unpure thoughts began to cloud my mind, as I clutched the panties tightly to my chest with a deep inhale. I was in such a trance I almost missed the sound of the water turning off.  I quickly shoved the panties back her suitcase and closed it, before sitting himself on the edge of her bed, making myself seem as normal as I possible could, ignoring the thought of taking her on that very bed in those very panties.