"Rosaline Maria Diaz, I can't fucking believe you. I work my ass off trying to teach you how to use your damn powers correctly and this is the effort that you decide to put it? This is shit. Absolute shit! Try again, and don't fuck up this time." Diego's voice nearly shook the gym walls as he shouted at his pupil, causing the woman to click her tongue against her teeth, clearly apoplectic to his incessant badgering. It was the same story every time. Always the same story. It was always "you're not doing your fucking best" or "you're gonna get killed out there if you don't try harder".
It didn't help that the two of them had already had a shitty afternoon. Rosaline had slept in for longer than she had intended to, making her late for training, which consequently pissed off Diego. He was always such a stickler about the training. If Rosaline wasn't early, she was late.
Hearing Diego shout at her had made her blood boil with pure vexation. "You already yelled at me for being late this morning, you dick, I don't wanna deal with this again." She retorted, turning on her heels, and beginning to walk towards the door leading to the hallway of the tower. As she did, Diego let out an indignant grunt, causing Rosaline to snap her head back towards him in a swift, hasty movement.
"So now you're walking away from me, Rosa? Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you!" He shouted, walking towards the diminutive woman, who continued to take small steps backwards. "For your information, Diego," Rosaline retaliated mercilessly, "I've got a lot on my plate lately, alright? I can't always put all of my time and energy into your stupid training. Besides, I already know half of this stuff. What's the point of this, huh? What's one fucking day that I don't do your stupid training?" She yelled, the warm ivory skin on her face becoming hot with a deep crimson blush from the hostility that had washed over her.
Diego simply stared at the woman, his sharp jaw clenching tightly. There was a solid five seconds of silence before Rosaline scoffed loudly. "What? Got nothing to say?" She asked, to which Diego shook his head, his jaw still clenched tightly. "What the fuck am I doing here then, Rosa? I do this for you. I teach you, that's how this works. All I ask is that you put aside your personal life for a few hours a day so you can train, how hard is that to do?" Diego questioned, his voice raising more and more as he spoke. He started taking small steps towards Rosaline, causing her to slowly back up.
"So that's the problem? That's it? You do this for me? Okay, you know what, you're free to go, Diego. I'll find someone else to teach me how to do butterfly kicks and shovel hooks." Rosaline stated, her voice raising as well, causing Diego to run his fingers through his hair as a safe outlet for his building frustration. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his breathing sped up just a bit.
"That's not the fucking point, Rosa!" Diego bellowed once again, this time backing Rosaline up against the wall, making her stare up at his with narrowed eyes. "What's your problem, Diego? I'm done with this conversation!" The woman growled, but before she could say anything else, he grabbed her arms and pinned them against the wall above her head, his teeth grit with pure rage. "Get the fuck off of me before I hurt you, asshole." She glared at him, pulling her hands down, releasing them from his tight grip.
But Diego didn't move.
"Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up." He snapped, his voice breathy and low. Instead of moving, he pressed her body up against the wall with his own, his towering stature no match for hers. Rosaline glared at him, wanting to be angry, wanting to hate him, but when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled it roughly, exposing her neck, she couldn't help but to gasp deeply.
His plump lips were now ravishing her neck as his hands fisted on her head, pulling it back with a rough jerk every couple of seconds. He had pulled his body away from her, but only to swiftly pull off her shirt and throw it aside. Bringing his lips back to the left side of her neck, he took the liberty of leaving harsh bites and kisses down the side of her neck.
