For Dimitri Belikov there was nothing better than speeding down the road at breakneck speed on his motorcycle. The way the bike roared underneath him like a predator, how it tilted with his body during a turn, how the wind in his face seemed to move with him rather than against him; all of it was part of the thrill that was like second nature to him, completely familiar but no less exhilarating. It never ceased to amaze him.

And now, speeding down the winding roads in the dark was no different than any other time he had ridden his bike. He was going to meet Eddie at some party, a party that he was adamant about not going to but was on his way there anyway. Eddie was his best friend since high school, and even though Dimitri was the brute of the two, Eddie was a pest and he hadn't lost an argument yet.

Dimitri wasn't sure where the hell he was, it was in the middle of fucking nowhere, that's for sure. Everything he rode by created a never-ending blur of pastures, and corn fields and trees; all morphing into one big streak of color that, in the night, looked like it was dipped in ink. The roads were all gravel, the rocks crunching underneath his wheels and making turns much more dangerous. The roads were confusing in the dark, each turn waiting to make its self known until he was right on top of it. Dimitri liked the dark; everything was never what it seemed. It was safe, wrapping around him like one big black blanket.

The turns kept coming and coming, and even though he should have been slowing down, Dimitri sped up, going as fast as he could while a daring smile crept up on his face. This was the life.

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Dimitri heard the house before he saw it; the music was blasting and the dull light that came through the curtain showed the silhouettes of party-goers; drunk and dancing. Eddie was dating some college girl that was here and was insistent that Dimitri come. At twenty four, he felt ridiculous hanging out with a bunch of kids, even though most of them weren't much younger than him. But still, parties like this weren't usually his scene anymore. Like everyone else, he went through that stage...attended many drunk gatherings and made a fool out of himself right along with everyone else. But now, as a grown man he didn't see the appeal in it anymore. If Dimitri was going to enjoy a good drink (and he often did) he preferred to do it alone, just like he did everything else. His greatest companions were his bike, his books, and his cigarettes. And he didn't see jack shit wrong with that.

Like the parties, Eddie's endless supply of young, clingy girlfriends was another thing that Dimitri never understood; in all his twenty four years, Dimitri had yet to have a serious relationship. There were plenty of women; always women, but never serious ones. Just some nameless chick he met at a bar and was drunk enough to take home. Those were the kinds of relationships he liked; the ones that started and ended in a bed.

Walking up to the house, he knew that knocking was useless. The bass from the music pounded through his body and assaulted his ears. It wasn't even good music, just some techno club shit.

The house was filled with drunken men and scantily clad girls; grinding, laughing and drinking. One couple was looking pretty cozy on the couch together while another bleach blonde girl tugged at a boy's arm who was completely immersed in a game of beer pong.

Sighing in disgust at the juvenile behavior, Dimitri walked over to grab a beer. Drunk people were only obnoxious if you weren't drunk as well. On his way to the cooler he caught sight of a girl sitting in the corner of the room, looking like a lost puppy. She was beautiful; curves in the right places, long wavy hair, and those pants! They showed off every dip and bend of her body. Thinking this might actually turn out to be a good night, he grabbed two beers and made his way over to her. An arrogant smirk he knew was on his face.

"If you're going to ask me if I want to dance then you can forget it. I've turned down five of those invitations tonight and I don't plan on making you an exception just because you were the only one decent enough to offer me a drink."

Her words were big, but he could tell that she was more upset than angry...as gorgeous as she was, she didn't look like she fit in with the party scene. A slight accent laced her words, although he couldn't place it.

"Actually, I just came to see if you wanted some company." Lie. What he really wanted was to get in her pants. Those beautiful, ass-hugging pants.

She contemplated this seriously, not trusting him quite yet. Smart girl, he thought, hiding a smile. She bit her lip in thought and he internally told his dick to stand down. He wouldn't mind taking a nibble of her plump bottom lip. Obviously unaware of his dirty thoughts, she relented and moved over so he had room to stand next to her.

Holding out his hand to her, he introduced himself. "I'm Dimitri".

"Rose." she answered, shaking his hand.

"So what are you doing here tonight?" He asked her. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself." Oh how he would love to change that little fact.

"My friend," she said, nodding towards a girl who was busy exploring some guy's mouth. "She invited me. I've never been to something like this before, I'm starting to realize why."

The fact that she wasn't the type of girl who spent each night in a different guy's bed was nice, but not exactly encouraging. Knowing he most likely wouldn't be getting anywhere with this timid young girl upset him, but he respected her more for it. Good for her to not be the typical college girl. It wasn't very often that he saw that.

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While the party was going on full swing above them, Dimitri and Rose had retreated to a small den below the main floor of the house. While he got some fist bumps and congratulated looks as he led the girl down stairs, they weren't leaving the party for anything exciting.

Rose obviously found the atmosphere of the party uncomfortable; he just found it obnoxious. Dimitri took it upon himself to watch over her and protect her from all the drunk men who would try to take advantage of her (like he would have loved to).

Dimitri wasn't quite sure what got into him…it wasn't at all in his character to play the night in shining amour for some girl who was a little shy around other people. But after talking to her for a short while, he realized that she wasn't just some shy girl. She was a sweet girl; genuinely so. Never once did she seem fake, and that wasn't something that Dimitri was used to in women. Even Dimitri's own mother, who wasn't that bad of a person, tended to be phony in front of others. And he couldn't even count the amount of girls he slept with that played the humble little virgin long enough to snag a guy and then just turned bat shit crazy.

He found himself genuinely enjoying spending time with this girl, and as much as he would have loved to fuck her, he found her to be fun to hang out with…way more enjoyable than any of his pig-headed guy friends. Except she had tits….really nice ones.

Sitting on an aged sofa, Dimitri sipped at a beer while Rose told him a little bit about herself. She lived in the country, had lots of brothers and sisters, her parents were very strict. She didn't give very many details, but her life seemed like the exact opposite of his. Dimitri loved to live life on the edge; full speed ahead, throw caution to the wind. Many times that tendency had taken him on some fun journeys. Others, it left him broke and struggling. All part of the ride, he figured.

He wondered what a guy like him looked like to Rose. Did she think he was attractive? Probably. Most women did. Did she think he was scary? He didn't doubt it the way she sat pin straight on the edge of the sofa. Dimitri didn't know who this girl was, but he did know that he liked her. She seemed like the kind of girl that would be friends with someone's younger sister; completely unattainable, but lusted after nonetheless.

Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that he was very much attracted to this girl, and he knew right off the bat. But as much as he enjoyed the more carnal pleasures with women, he also respected them and their wishes. His father had been an absolute pig, and from a very young age he was shown exactly how not to treat the fairer sex. So no matter how much his dick was begging him to lean over and press a kiss to Rose's sweet mouth, he resisted.

When did you become such a pussy, Belikov?

Well there ya go!

I hope you enjoyed a little bit of Dimitri's POV. Some people will be upset that he's a little bit of a pig, but I can't stand when people write a males point of view straight out of a Nicolas Sparks book. Even women think about sex, so I didn't want to make his inner thoughts come off as too girly. So have no fear! Dimitri will always act like a gentleman (Mostly *wink, wink*) but that doesn't mean that he isn't a human male. I hope all of you enjoyed! Thanks to those of you who made me a favorite. PLEASE, PLEASE leave me reviews! Constructive criticism and love make my writing better!

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Lydia