This is now

You're German

***About A Week Later***

I lay in bed looking over at Dallas. It was about seven in the morning. We just got done from getting busy.

"Why didn't you tell me you're German?" I ask as I look into Dallas cold grey eyes.

"I thought it was noticeable by my accent?" Dallas laughed and played with my hair as I laid on his chest.

"No." I smack his chest.

"Well then." Dallas laughed.

"You're German." I mumble. "What happened to your parents?" I ask quietly.

"Why do you ask?" Dallas sat up at bit and I roll off his chest and lay next to him.

"I'm just wondering." I mumble and look down at my hands.

"My parents where murdered by my uncle." Dallas said coldly and got up and went into the bathroom.

I get up out of bed and go into the bathroom. "Why?" I ask.

"Because my uncle was jealous." Dallas turned and looked at me.

"We don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to." I look down at the floor. Dallas put his hands on my hips and pulled my shirt over my head.

"Baby you need a shower." Dallas mumbled and pulled my pants off me. He turned on the shower and helped me into the bathtub. I stand as the hot water runs down my back. Dallas pulled his clothes off and got in the shower with me.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I ask looking up at Dallas.

"My uncle fell in love with my mother. But my mother loved my father. My uncle became jealous of my dad and killed him to get my mom. My mom said she hated him and he killed her too. I watch this all happen on the steps." Dallas looked down at me.

"Who's your uncle." I ask with a bit of anger in my voice.

"Alonzo." Dallas started to rub my chest as he looked down at the floor.

"I killed him." I mumble. I grab Dallas hands so he would stop groping my chest.

"I know." Dallas growled.

"How are you German then?" I ask.

"My mother was German. I was raised in Germany till I was 16." Dallas looked up at me and started to touch my chest again.

"Oh." I mumble and look at Dallas.
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"Ya. Now stop talking about it." He growled and pushed me up against the wall.

Dallas caged me against the wall and attacked my neck with kisses. He was sucking on my sweet spot as I moaned and grabbed his wet hair. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed himself into me and I moan out. Dallas growled and bit my neck. I grit my teeth as I feel him break skin.

"Dally Stop. Please." I cry out as he started to go harder.

"Why." He growled.

"It hurts." I mumble and push against his head.

"Good." He growled and bit me again.

"I said stop." I yell.

"No." Dallas growled and went harder.

I slam my fist into his shoulder blade and push his head away from me. He drops me and I fall hard to the floor. Dallas holds his shoulder and looks at me.

"What the fuck was that for?" Dallas growled as he tries to grab me.

"I said stop." I get up and jump out of the shower. I grab my clothes and quickly pull them on. I run out of the house and onto my bike. I race away from the house.

I pull into Zack's driveway and see him on the front porch with Jay drinking coffee. I pull off my helmet and get off my bike. I go up the steps on the porch and up to Zack. He sees the blood on my neck and pushes my hair aside and looks at the bite marks. Zack stood up and led me to his office. He sat down and looked at me.

"Did Dallas get rough?" He asked well he looked at my neck.

"Yes." I mumble and push my hair in front of the marks.

"Did you like it?" Zack set back in his chair.

"not really. But you know what happened last time. I can't do that stuff. I can't handle it. I don't want to snap and hurt him." I yell and look Zack straight in the eye.

"I know what happened. You will need to talk about this stuff with him." Zack stood up and came over to me. He pushed my hair away from my neck and looked at the bite marks. "You should have these cleaned up and bandaged." Zack got some bandages out and cleaned it up and covered it with bandages.

"He didn't want to talk. He just wanted to take it away." I push Zack's hands away from my neck.

He sat on the front edge of his desk. "You know your boundaries and he needs to know them too."

"It's hard to tell him anything if he doesn't want to know." I mumble and look at the floor.

"He does want to know. He's going to want to talk about it. You have to tell him what you want. He will work with your boundaries. He will want to explore your boundaries with you. And if you don't like something you have to tell him. I know you're good at not showing or telling you don't like something but you need to tell him. Got that?" Zack asked looking at me.

"Yes." I mumble and turn to walk out of his office.

"Don't ignore my advice. If you don't say anything he will take advantage of it and do what he wants. You need to say something to him." Zack was right. He's always right about this shit. I walk out of his office and house. I get on my bike and go home. Dallas was sitting on the porch with his head in his hands. He noticed me pull in. I get off and go up to him.

"Where'd you go?" He asked as he pulled me inside to the couch.

"I went to talk to Zack." I mumble and look at the floor.

"Why?" He asked.

"We need to talk."