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The fury in Rhea's eyes were evident enough to warrant Dominik's fear.
She roughly grabbed his chin to force him to look at her eyes. He saw the fiery orbs that were Rhea, ones that were glaring daggers into his soul. He tried to form words, but none came out. He was caught red handed.
He had fell victim under Liv's seductive influence. He mentally punched himself. He let his guard down. He almost let Judgement Day down. And worst of all, he let Rhea down. Dom knew he was in a predicament, one that he couldn't just slither his way out of and judging on the angered look on her face, it had begun to really struck him.
He had gotten too excited when he had embraced Liv. He had reminded himself, pushing himself off of her. But she had latched back onto him, pulling him to the ground. Their faces had been inches apart from one another, which had enticed him more. But he couldn't find out what had made him gravitate towards her.
Was it her lavender scented perfume? The surprisingly minted cool breath of hers after they had just got done fighting Zelina and his father? Or was it just the simple fact, that despite the hatred he had for her, despite her deranged behavior...
That he was tired of the teasing.
Tired of having to restrain himself from the woman Liv Morgan was. How could he? Her elegant blonde hair that swayed anytime she did one of her mannerisms, her deranged but beautiful smile, the eyes that had stared directly into his very soul many times. Her soft, pearly white skin that he's had the unfortunate pleasure of being able to feel.
Maybe he was in too deep...
He hadn't realized that Rhea had begun to move by him, stomping away in anger. He had nearly missed her, which resulted in Dom practically following her like a sad, lost puppy. He had tried to talk to her on the ramp back up to the entrance, but Rhea wasn't letting up on the cold daggers, and the hurtful shoves that sent Don a few feet away.
They made it back to gorilla, before Dom had finally tried to stop Rhea by now grabbing her wrist.
"Rhea..." was all he could muster. The cold hard look that "Mami" gave him was enough to make any man on earth at that time shiver in their shoes. "Look, I'm sorry. I..."
"You what?" She scolded, sizing him up once more. All Dom could do is look defeated. He didn't have the words out of this situation this time and was left looking like a beaten wrestler instead of a winner. "I trusted you would handle that situation."
She stepped closer to Dom, making him press his back on the wall behind the two of them. He could smell the anger on Rhea Ripley, and he couldn't deny that she was justified in feeling the way she does.
"You think I haven't been watching this entire time?" Rhea said in full blown anger now, letting herself drown in the rage state she was in. The venom spitting from her mouth was enough to melt the skin off of Dom's bones. "That I haven't been watching you feed off of her? That I haven't been watching you slowly give in to that crazy bitch's antics?"
His mouth was zipped shut as she inched closer, to the point where he didn't have any personal space anymore. He felt cornered, and couldn't do anything about it but take the verbal smackdown he was receiving.
"I want nothing to do with you right now Dominik." She said icily, before she scoffed. She shoved him out the way, and proceeded to exit out of the gorilla. Dom felt heat lick his skin, and had zoned out. He stared a hole into the wall, and it wasn't long before his fist was through the wall. Luckily no one had been present, which had made him feel extremely better.
But it didn't help that his hand was now showing blood. He sneered, before he walked further into backstage of the arena. He found an opened first aid kit randomly sitting on of the crates. An eyebrow raised, he shrugged and began to take what he needed.
A million thoughts raced through his mind hastily he wrapped the gauze around his bloodied hand. He had hitched himself in a corner surrounded by crates to not have to interact with anyone else. He didn't want to face any media, nor did he want the chances of running into Rhea.
His thoughts continued to drown him as he finished bandaging his hand. Grabbing his belongings from the nearby locker room he was using, he was just about to find his way out of the arena before he ran into Priest.
The man had been waiting for Dominik, leaning on the hood of the car with a smug grin. Dominik wanted to slap the smirk off of his face, but then realized he was in no condition for a brawl outside. He simply glared at Damian who had now been full on chuckling.
He chose to ignore the man, opening the backseat door and practically throwing his luggage onto the seat. He closed the door somewhat harsh, before opening the passenger door and sliding into it. He shut the door behind him, seeing Damian join him with the same amused look on his face.
Priest had swiftly pulled out of the arena parking lot, and onto the streets of Ontario. Dom had looked over at the time. 11:25. He sighed, before sliding down in the eyes with his arms crossed. He saw Damian had taken notice, and looked over to him.
"I take it Rhea didn't go lightly on you?" He heard the amusement in Damian's deep voice. Dom's eyes stayed latched onto the empty highway, before he rubbed a hand down his face.
"I don't think I need to tell you the obvious." Dom spat. He looked towards the city, out of his side window. Another chuckle rang from Damian.
"I tried to warn you-"
"Don't." Dom said icily. Damian looked at him with a sour scowl on his face, much more disappointment than anger Dom could tell. "I know I fucked up."
"You're certainly trying to avoid it." Damian said.
Dom sighed once more, and decided that he was done talking. He felt empty, and shallow. A dreaded feeling lingered over him as they drove through the city, making their way to the hotel. He finally had fished his phone out of his bag, seeing the hundreds of notifications and texts.
It seemed millions of people around the entire word has seen his almost-kiss with Liv. He scrolled through his feeds, being angered by comments trolling him or praising him for being such a situation. His DMS were being blown up by fans and wrestlers.
He shut his phone off, seeing that they were beginning to pull up at the hotel Judgement Day was staying in overnight. Dom quickly exited the car, before grabbing his belongings. If he had to hear anymore of Damian's teasing, he thinks he might crash out.
"All I'm saying," Damian continued. "Is there is going to be hell to pay, Dominik."
"I'm aware." Dom said, pressing the elevator button rather harshly. He bit back a painful grimace realizing it was his bad hand he did that with. Damian took a notice of this.
"I see you got your anger out." He said sarcastically, snorting. Dom didn't answer him, choosing to ignore his existence. He heard a sigh out of Damian. "I'm trying to cheer you up...in a way."
Dom looked over his shoulder, before walking into the now opened elevator. "If this is your way of trying cheering me up. You're fired."
Damian actually chuckled at that. Dom pushed the button to the floor they had been staying since they got to Ontario.
"What about the rest of the group?" Dom asked.
Damian sighed. "They left before the match was over. Decided to get a head start before us. They might be here, in their rooms. Rhea though? No clue. I've tried texting her."
Dom snorted. "Great. Now I'll have to sleep with one eye open."
"Amen to that."
The elevator came to a halt, and the two men stepped out into the hallway making their way decently through the hallway before they came to a stop. Damian looked at Dom, before he chuckled and ruffled his head.
"You'll be alright kid. Maybe after Rhea gets her hands on Liv, you'll be out of this mess and back to normal every day Judgement Day business." Damian assured, slapping a hand against Dom's bicep.
"Yeah. But it's never that easy, is it?" Dom said unsure of what would transpire now that Rhea is back now. Damian simply shrugged off the concern, before bidding him goodnight, and retiring to his room.
That now left Dominik in the hallway by himself with just his thoughts. He shook his head, before rubbing a hand down his face. He fished the hotel keycard out of his pocket, before swiping it and entering his dark, lonely room. He flipped the light on, sluggishly dropping the bag next to the door.
He begun to strip, before he had hopped in for a quick ten minute shower. Next thing he knew, he was staring at his reflection in the mirror with a worried look. He shook his head, feeling the water fall from his hair. He walked out of the bathroom, shutting the light off and closing the door.
He had slid on a pair of basketball shorts too top of the sleepwear he has on. Just basketball shorts. He sighed, before he had clicked the remote now in his grasp which randomly turned the TV on. He mindlessly clicked through channels until an old episode of SpongeBob popped up. One he used to watch as a kid in the mid 2000s.
He looked over at the hotel alarm clock. 12:31. He sighed once more, before he shut the lamp off and laid on the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling. The only thing he could hear was the goofy SpongeBob episode that was giving him nostalgia, which he had hoped would override his thoughts about what had happened tonight, but nope. He was still thinking about everything he didn't want too.
He sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He'd have to deal with the consequences of Rhea. But for now, he'd need the sleep.
He was awakened by a soft hand tracing over his chest.
A soft, slurring giggle had been let out by a feminine voice. He opened his eyes to see none other, than Liv Morgan staring down at his sleeping form, with a teasingly deranged smile. He almost had jumped out of the bed in fear, until he realized that it was the crazy woman that nearly gotten him killed in front of millions.
"What are you doing here!?" Dominik snapped, staring at her form which had been darkened by the lack of light around them. But he could easily see something...was off about her. She was close to him, on his bed with her hand tracing over his pectoral muscles.
But her breathing was slow, and with every breath he could smell the scent of wine. He reeled back, but she inches closer. Nearly straddling him, as she locked their legs together.
"No," Dom said. "You aren't suppose to be here."
Liv giggled. "But Dom, what if I want to be here?"
Her bare leg had slightly rubbed up against his much larger one. She didn't seem to have any clothes on, other than a skimpy white nightgown. He could feel her foot rubbing seductively against his calf, which made him begin to feel himself heat up. He felt himself begin to be aroused, by tried to not to think of the half naked woman now interlocked with him.
"It's a shame we didn't get to finish what we started in the ring," she toyed with the little hairs on his chest, letting her finger slide up his chest, gliding around his neck and resting it on his jawbone.
Her face inched closer, and he could get a better view of her chest as she almost made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. He tried to take his attention off of her by letting his eyes roam around the room. He looked at the clock. 1:02.
He'd only been asleep thirty minutes? He felt Liv's finger travel up his face, before she let his fingers settle in his hair. He could see the lust in her eyes when he locked orbs with her.
"Do you like it when I put my hands through your hair, Dom?" She asked innocently, still rubbing her foot up and down his calf. He chose not to answer her question, only to stare daggers at the woman. He felt himself begin to grow uncomfortably in his pants, silently begging to God to give him strength. "Does Rhea do this to you?"
"No," Dom had answered a bit too quick for his liking. But...it was the truth. Rhea treated him coldly. There were times where she'd have her good moments, but overall, she didn't give him the affection one in a relationship would.
Liv made a noise, before shifting further onto him. They were now face to face, and he could smell the faint bit of wine that emitted from her breath. Their noses faintly touched, and he could feel himself stirring in his pants uncomfortably again.
"Rhea doesn't touch you like this?" Liv asked in a teasing way, hee seductive tactics at an all time high. He knew Liv to be bold, but not find his hotel room, break into it, and seduce him bold. "What a shame. Rhea must not know what she's missing out on..."
Liv became bolder, and let his tongue glide across his lips. The very sensation sent shivers down Dom's back as inhaled a sharp breath. She dipped down, kissing his chest, before gliding her soft lips towards his neck.
"Liv..." Dom warned.
"Shh..." Liv shushed him with a finger now placed against his lips, before she came face to face with him once more. "What is it gonna take for you to give in?"
Dom opened his mouth, but it was covered by Liv's hand. The deranged look on her face made it clear she wasn't done talking.
"When has Rhea shown an ounce of affection for you?" She said harshly, and it was a question that Dom couldn't answer. "I watch you follow that bitch around like a lap dog. Worse, a sad dog."
"Shut up," Dom said deadly, trying to intimidate Liv but it only seemed to make her bolder.
"Make me," Liv giggled. As quick as lightning, she straddled him. Dom couldn't have stopped her with how quick she had moved. But now she was ontop of her, bowing slightly grinding herself against the length of him. Dom inhaled sharply again. "All you have to do is give in. Just tell me , and we'll make all those troubles go away."
Liv kissed his jawline, placing little pecks. Her kisses led all the way to his chin, before she slid her lips onto his. She pecked at them softly, before she licked them again.
Dom's thoughts were overriding his brain, and it wasn't much longer until he had deeply sighed, he couldn't give in. Even if her body was warm, and that he could basically smell the...
Fuck it...
He moved his lips against hers, feeling her soft ones almost glide across his. She could feel the smiling creeping up on her lips as he softly kissed back. Dom felt his small hands glide across his chest.
Their kiss began to become more intense, Dom begun to feel himself become lost in lust and begun to give her the energy she wanted from him. His hand landed on her exposed thigh, which had somehow glided itself up to her waist her dress covered.
He sat up, bringing her closer as the two continued to liplock one another. Both running out of oxygen as the two had a war of kissing. Dom let his lips away from hers, dragging it down hee neck to her naval area.
He felt her hand grip the back of his head, latching him onto her skin with a firm grip. Her other hand rubbed around his shoulder blades as he went to work. He earned a soft moan followed by a giggle which had motivated him to continue.
"Seems you know what you're doing." Liv challenged. She let the left strap of her dress slide down her arm, slowly exposing more chest. Dom looked at her slightly exposed nipple, before he planted more kisses around it. "I meant what I said."
She pressed a hand to his chest, guiding him back down on his back. She straddled him once more, before she practically swallowed his lips on more, enveloping him into another kiss. Dom didn't have time to think before she had felt her grind on him once more, only this time more aggressive.
"I will take everything from Rhea Ripley." She said firmly with a deranged look in her eyes. It wasn't a playful expression or tone, it was a dead serious look as she bucked her hips again.
"You're crazy." Dom declared staring at the blonde above him.
"Oh, Dom." She breathed out, before she licked her lips. "No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness."
She found the waistband of his shorts, which she tried to wiggle off but found him swatting her hands away. He kicked his shorts off, and she found herself back on-top of him. Both of them bare. The only thing on Liv was her skimp sleeping gown that was almost see through.
He felt her hover herself over his member, slightly brushing against the sensitive body part. He grabbed himself, before he angled himself where she could slid ontop of him.
She took notice. "Eager, are we?"
"Shut up." Dom repeated, to which she answered with a chuckle.
Liv positioned herself ontop of him, eagerly hovering above him. She gave him a look of derangement and longing for him to which he found impressive to hold such feelings. He felt her slowly slide herself into him, and he install felt the spark electric course through his body.
He heard let out a moan as he slid inside her. Liv's expression was now a mixture of pleasure and pain as she began to move her hips around in him, making him slightly buck up.
His mind went completely blank watching Liv begun to sway her hips back and forth, letting him feel inside her. Liv's moans echoed around the room as she rode him. Dom could feel the pleasure of being inside her began to overwhelm him, he had placed his hips on her waists, guiding her.
"Oh Dom..." she gasped out, making his pleasure dis snore with every whisper of his name. She placed her hand onto his chest, before she let herself begin to sway her hips back and forth.
He closed his eyes, before he let out a straggled groan. He opened them to see Liv staring directly into his soul. She had swayed her hips aggressively against his member. Her face was an expression of derangement, and deep pleasure. Her crazed eyes somehow also showed her lust as she fucked him. Dom judged by the way she was moving, she was desperate for her release.
She let out an animalistic moan, before she had slowed down on moving on him. Her hips now at the steadied pace she started out with, now focusing her attention on Dom.
"Don't you see your affect on me, Dom?" She coaxed, letting her finger run up his chest as she still rode him. He watched her giggle through half-lidded eyes before he began to aggressively fuck her. She let out an almost scream of pleasure as Dom had dug into heels, craving for his own orgasm.
Liv had plopped right next to him, both catching each others breath. Dom's senses came back to him, and he immediately felt like throwing himself out of the window of the hotel.
"That was fun," he heard the woman next to him conclude, as she happily hopped up. She snuggled closer to him, as he could do nothing but allow himself to be interlocked with the smaller woman.
"Rhea's gonna kill me." Dom said lifelessly, staring at the ceiling.
He heard Liv chuckle. "It's okay. She'll be trying to kill me too." She looked up towards his face. "Maybe you should try to sleep."
Dom couldn't find a smart remark, but instead stared at the ceiling which had been shrouded in darkness. He felt Liv's breathing slow down, as she could feeling hee softly snoring. This woman's asleep??
Dom groaned before he stared out the window, and into the city of Ontario. But it wasn't long until sleep claimed him too.
He was startled next morning, when the alarm had gone off. He woke up, before bashing his hand against the button. 6:30. He sighed, before turning onto his stomach and closing his eyes once more.
The lingering feeling of guilt settled in, and he practically jumped out of his bed...only to see it was empty. His shorts were still on, and the TV was still on as well.
Maybe it was a dream?
Until Dom caught sight of something hanging from his messy hair, he grabbed at it before looking. Blonde hair. The feeling of guilt was struck back inside of him.
Rhea's gonna kill me.