Bad romance by Lady Gaga.

"Come on gorgeous admit it to me -" Enzo danced behind me to the rhythm of the song. "-you want me." His voice was deep in my right ear as he spun me around to face him. "Stop denying yourself the simple pleasures of life." His brown eyes drank me in under the fluorescent lights as his signature smirk lit up his face. The guy was toxic, I knew that. He was a player. But it takes two to tango...
I rolled my eyes, side stepping him and walking off of the dance floor. "Don't be ridiculous, Enzo."
My heels clicked against the floor of the Salvatore Mansion as I headed away from the throng of partiers into a more secluded area. Elena's birthday party was almost over anyway.
"I want your drama,
The touch of your hand,
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand,
I want your love,
Love-love-love,
I want your love,
(Love-love-love I want your love)."
"Why did you leave, gorgeous?" Enzo leant against the doorframe. He'd ditched his leather jacket now, his shirt far too clingy. Yet some small part of my brain was pleased about it. Ugh, no.
Maybe if I hadn't worn my tight red dress he would've left me alone. Then again Enzo had been flirting with me for over a year now and I still hadn't given in. And I wasn't going to give in now. Sure he was hot but he was a psycho and that certainly wasn't my type.
"I left to get away from you." I walked up to Enzo, our noses practically touching. "But I can see that's never going to happen."
"Why deny the inevitable?" Enzo stood taller, away from the doorframe.
I leant closer to him. He was tense, his pupils flared. I had so much control over him... "Hmmm..." I murmured, tracing a hand up his abs. "Then again I could just avoid you. You might get the message eventually." I let our lips meet for the briefest of seconds before pulling away and walking down the corridor.
The faintest of growls sounded from behind me but other than that the only sound in the house was the music and drunken cheers.
I smirked, maybe this party wasn't going to be so boring...
"You know that I want you,
And you know that I need you,
I want it bad, your bad romance."
A hand gripped my wrist, spinning me around. "Gorgeous, there is no way I'm done with you just yet." Enzo's voice seemed somewhat huskier and his jaw was clenched.
"I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance."
I was going to regret this, but not right now. I freed my wrist from Enzo's grip, reaching up and pulling his lips to mine. I tugged on his hair as he pushed me against the wall. My dress ripped at the side as Enzo pressed our bodies closer together. This was most definitely a bad romance. May as well enjoy it...
I reached for Enzo's shirt, ripping the material in half and exposing a set of toned, tanned abs. Mmmm.
"You're forward," Enzo smirked, reaching up and ripping the front of my dress.
"Hypocrite," I growled as Enzo layered kisses along my jugular.
"Bad influence." His words were muffled as his kisses got lower.
I let my hands weave into his hair as he slowly brought his kisses back up to reach my jawline. His lips skimmed my ear before his teeth nipped my skin. "You're so naughty..." He growled.
I locked eyes with him. "It's your fault." I used my hands in his hair to bring his lips against mine. Our tongues fought together as Enzo's hands wandered up my body, along my hips and up my ribcage. I hope to god no one walked down this corridor.
Enzo however didn't seem to care if we got caught as he ripped the hem of my dress further. I reached for his belt buckle, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Mmm gorgeous, right here?" Enzo smirked, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Our kissing stopped for a brief moment as Enzo's hands left my blistering skin. His trousers fell to the floor, cast to the side. He pressed against me, his bulge against my leg. His lips were by my ear again as he pressed a kiss to my temple. "Gorgeous, admit. You want me."
I let my hands brush up his chest before stopping on his neck. "I wouldn't be here now if I didn't."
"What if we get caught?" Enzo grinned. His hands on the back of my thighs as he lifted me.
"Should I care?" I smirked, using the remnants of his shirt to pull him against me.
"Mmmm, you're so sexy when you're like this," Enzo growled against my lips. His hands moved up my thighs resting on the lace material of my underwear.
"Don't think we're friends after this," I murmured.
Enzo chuckled, chucking my pants to the side. "Definitely not. When I'm done with you all you'll want is something more."
I touched the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.
"Ready, gorgeous?" Enzo's scent washed over me as he spoke.
My skin was on fire where ever he touched. I nodded.
I closed my eyes as he entered me in one fluid motion, his teeth burying in my neck before his lips were on mine.
I let a groan slip from my mouth as he started to create a frantic rhythm. I was having sex, in public, with a psycho. And I was loving every minute of it.
Enzo stopped, his eyes dark. "What do you want?"
I pulled on his hair. "You."
Enzo grinned. "How?"
"You know how," I growled.
"I don't think I do." Enzo teased me at my entrance before pulling away.
"I want you. Inside me. Now." I whispered.
Enzo rammed back into me. I let my nails dig into his flesh.
The music turned off.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Our scenery changed to that of a closet. It was pitch black but nothing else had changed. I clung to Enzo as my abdomen muscles began to clench.
"Gorgeous..." Enzo's hands were pressed up against the wooden panels.
"Enzo..." I groaned, my stomach muscles unclenching.
We stayed that way for a while: foreheads drenched in sweat and my heart racing.
The sound of a light switch echoed outside before light flooded the closet.
"In my closet, really?" Damon leant against the closet door, eyes scanning my body.
"Ummmm..." I trailed off.
Enzo just grinned as he let my legs slip down his hips. He held me close, blocking the ruined tatters of my dress from view. "Damon mate, that's no way to treat your guests."
"Says the one who's just made love in my closet." Damon raised his eyebrows. "This is no way for guests to behave, especially guests who hate each other."
"Don't you dare, tell anyone," I snapped.
"Mmmmm, I'll strike a deal." Damon grinned.
"What?" I asked.
"Stop ignoring Enzo, we heard you in the corridor, everyone knows." Damon began to walk away. "Oh, and you guys do make a bad romance."

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