A week later Seth pulled into Roman's driveway again. It had taken all his selfcontrol not to speed to get there a whole lot sooner but the last thing he needed was a ticket and a story in the news. He turned off the engine and smiled to himself in the rear view mirror. He was there now. She was around somewhere close and he would see her soon enough.

He walked out of the car and towards the main house while he thought about everything he and Dean had been talking about over the phone the past week. After Dean's little adventure with her, Seth had been drilling him about information until Dean had finally caved in and told about their little talk in the forest. She had fucking loved it. It made him feel strong, it made him feel proud, it made him feel like a man. She fucking loved it.

"Hey Seth, I'm in a bit of a hurry," Roman said as he met him in the door.
"Where are you going?" Seth asked confused.
"I promised to meet Galina downtown. Got some shopping for an upcoming family birthday to do. But make yourself at home or go find Patricia. She's at the gym," Roman said.
"Okay, I'll do that," Seth said.
"Maybe take her out for dinner or something like that. Just don't bite the heads off each other," Roman said casual over his shoulder as he was walking towards his car.
"Dinner? Like a date?" Seth frowned.

Roman stopped with a sigh and turned around.

"Look, I know I shouted at you last week but I won't stand in your way. You're both grownups and whatever you wanna do together, be my guest. I will not tolerate you hurting her though, or her hurting you for that matter. I know she doesn't meet the standard models you usually date but you and I both know how unhappy you've been with them. Think this through, Seth. I won't allow you to keep her hidden in the darkness if she wants to go into the light," Roman said.
"It's just sex," Seth said.
"Funny, she says that too. Fine, if it's just sex, then let it just be sex," Roman said.
"Wait, you've talked with her about this? About me?" Seth asked.
"Yes, that's what friends do, you know. They talk. We talk. And now I really gotta go," Roman said.

Roman got in his car and drove away. He chuckled as he looked in the rear view mirrow and saw Seth start walking towards the gym right away.

"You just can't keep away from her, can you?" He asked out in the car.

Seth walked into the gym and watched as she went at it on the punching bag. He was just about to call out to her but decided to mess with her a bit. He went over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. As expected she turned around and took a swing at him but he was prepared and caught her wrist. For a second they just stared each other down, both trying to state dominance with their eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She finally asked.
Her tone wasn't welcoming, more cold and non caring.
"Is that a way to greet someone?" He asked.
She turned her eyes at his hand holding her wrist, then back to his eyes, saying what needed to be said with her look. He let go off her.
"I'm here to see Roman as usual," he said.
"Then go see him," she said.
"He took off. He had an errand with Galina," he said.
"I bet he did," she said and stepped away from the punching bag.

He flexed his muscles a little, trying to show off, as he turned his attention to the punching bag.

"You know, I can teach you a thing or two on this," he said and hit it.

When she didn't respond, he turned around just to see her disappear out of the door.

"The fuck you don't!" He growled and ran towards the door.

She must have run too because she was already closing the door to the guesthouse.

"Alright, I see where you're going with this. Time for some fun and games, princess," he said and smirked while walking confidently towards the guesthouse.

He reached the door and grabbed the handle. It was locked. Of course she wasn't gonna make it easy for him. Why would she? He knew by now she wanted him to dominate completely so it had to be a challenge.

He started walking around the house, looking in through the windows. He couldn't see her anywhere. He reached the non see through bathroom window and he could hear the water running inside. Of course she was taking a shower. He knew she always did that after going crazy on the punching bag. Taking a shower meant she was already naked. Naked and clean. He felt his dick starting to rise by the thought alone.

The water turned off a couple of minutes later. He could see her shadow moving around. She would be drying herself by now. Naked and clean and dry. He would make her wet again soon enough. He chuckled at his own perverted thoughts.

The window got opened so the heat in the room could be let out.

"Too easy, princess," he thought.

He stuck his head in and saw her standing there with a towel wrapped around her body. She jumped back as he startled her.

"Seth? What the actual fuck?" She asked.
"You locked the door," he said.
"Of course I locked the door. I was taking a shower. Why the fuck are you creeping around like a stalker?" She asked in an angry tone.
"Go unlock the door and I will come inside like a normal person," he said.
"Go fuck yourself," she said and started walking out of the bathroom.

"Wrong answer, princess," he said.

She heard commotion and turned around to see him climbing in through the window.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She raised her voice.

He slowly walked towards her, his grin getting wider for each step he took. He oozed of confidence and his eyes told her what she already knew. He was in charge and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Seth..." She whispered and started walking backwards.

She shrieked as he grabbed the towel and ripped it off her in one quick move, leaving her completely naked in front of him. He eyed her up and down while licking his lips. She put her arms in front of her, trying to cover up her body as she felt like he was eating her alive with his eyes.

"No!" He hissed and grabbed her wrists.
He moved her arms to the sides so he could look at her again.
"Don't ever cover up in front of me," he growled.

He let go off her arms again and gave her a small push, indicating for her to start moving again, and she slowly started walking backwards again. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. His eyes were firmly planted on her. Her mind was screaming at her, trying to pull her in every direction possible, and she felt herself getting more and more lost.

He opened his belt and pulled it out of his pants. She hadn't even noticed he had backed her into the bedroom before he threw himself at her and tackled her down on the bed. He straddled her as he brought her wrists together, tied her up with his belt, ending it with a knot holding her wrists firmly pinned to the headboard above her.

"You're not going anywhere, princess," he said firmly.

She couldn't say anything. Of course she wasn't going anywhere with the way he had her tied up and it scared and aroused her at the same time. She should say something, anything at all. Let him know how she felt, that she was alright and that she wasn't, that she wanted him to continue and that she wanted him to stop, that everything was sailing inside her head and she couldn't make sense of anything anymore.

She let out a moan as his lips caught one of her nipples. Every thought drained from her mind and all she felt was pleasure. His tongue swirled around it, teasing her, making her moan again while his fingers played with the other one. She tugged on the belt, trying to get free, wanting to run her fingers through his hair.

"God damn you, Seth," she mumbled.

He heard her and smirked and started kissing down her stomach.

"No, please, don't!" She begged in a panic voice.

Right, the scars. He knew this. He had just hoped she wouldn't notice it or let it slide, that she would somehow find it within to allow him to go near them. This was her limit, the one line that he would not cross without her permission. He looked up at her, his eyes apologizing and tender for a moment, before pushing himself past her stomach and ending between her legs.

She felt panic rise again. She didn't usually do this. She would pleasure men orally but she would never allow anyone to do it on her. Too close to her scars on her left thigh and too far away from her control.

"Seth, don't..." She started.
"What, princess?" He asked and looked up at her with lustfilled eyes.
"Don't do that. I don't like it," she begged.
"Somehow I find that hard to believe," he said.
"I don't want it," she said.
"Now that I believe," he said and smiled.

She relaxed. He understood. He wouldn't do that. He would crawl back up and do other things.

"Too bad you're not in control here," he said and dove his head down.

Before she could react, her body tensed up by the sensation of his tongue on her. He didn't take it slow. He was a full on tornado, attacking her hard, wanting to give her so much pleasure that she could only have dreamed of. She squirmed under him, her voice crying out, everything about her clearly screaming for more. He kept at it at his violent pace, wanting to feel her cum by his tongue, wanting her to fucking love it again. And she did. She arched her back and cried out loudly as she went over the edge. He held her down as good as he could while his tongue kept working through her orgasm.

He raised his head and looked in her eyes again. Those dark, lustfilled eyes just drilling their way into her. It didn't matter what had went down in the past or what was to come in the future. Right now in this moment, she was his, and he was gonna make sure she knew it too.

He got out of bed and kicked off his shoes. He opened his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. She didn't say anything but she didn't take her eyes off him. He grabbed his dick and stroked it a few times, just watching her watching him.

"You want this?" He asked.
He placed himself between her legs.
"You want this, don't you, princess?" A statement more than a question this time, his voice dark and demanding.

He grabbed her right leg, knowing to leave the left one with the scars out of this, and put it up on his shoulder.

"You're gonna get it," he said as a promise before pushing himself inside her.

He thrust into her fast. He wanted to show her everything he could give and just how much she turned him on. She tugged violently on the belt, hurting herself in the process, while her voice drowned every rational thought left inside his head. He kept pounding into her rapidly, trying to go even faster, wanting her to squeeze him and scream as loud as she could.

He bent a bit forward, forcing her knee down towards her chest, making it harder for her to breathe and move, allowing himself to go into her deeper. He felt how she started to tense up, her walls starting to squeeze him, her moaning going louder and faster. He kept going at it, not slowing down one bit, as she screamed out, as she came, as she gave him what he craved.

"Fucking hell, princess!" He growled loudly as he came too.

He stopped moving but stayed inside her with her leg still over his shoulder, sitting on his knees looking down at her as he was trying to get his breathing under control. She looked completely spent and still under his mercy. He twisted a little smile. She was still his.

"You loved it," he thought as he kept smiling that sinister smile.

He let his fingers run over her shoulder.

"My mark is gone. Better give you a new one," he said.

Without warning he pulled out of her, bent down and sank his teeth into her thigh. She screamed in pain as he bit down. He didn't bite hard enough to draw blood this time but his mark still remained though. He looked at her again, that sinister smile once again planted on his face.

"You fucking loved it."

He rolled down beside her and just looked at her while he ran his fingertips down her cheek.

"You look so defeated," he said.
"I bet you're happy about that," she said.
"I am. There's no denying that. So defeated and so..." He said and draw in his breath, leaving the words he wanted to say out.

"So beautiful, all mine."

He finally reached up and untied her. As the belt left her wrists, he saw they were starting to turn blue. Without a doubt from all the pulling and tugging on them. He wasn't to blame for that part but he still felt kind of guilty.

"You hurt yourself," he said and reached for her wrists.
"It's nothing," she said and moved her arms out of his reach.

He sighed. He had expected this. It was nothing but rough sex between them but somehow he wanted more just like he felt that she wanted more. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him. He leaned in and kissed her. Just a small kiss at first, feeling how soft her lips were, and when she didn't push him away, he kissed her more demanding, forcing her lips apart and letting his tongue out to play. She allowed him to kiss her, and when her fingers suddenly ran through his hair, he felt shivers down his spine. As quickly as her fingers had been there, just as quickly they were gone again. He broke the kiss and looked at her. She gave him a half hearted smile and got out of bed. He reached for her but she was so quick that his hand caught nothing but air.

He watched her as she had her back against him and got dressed. He sighed as he watched her hide away that beautiful body in a pair of dark grey jeans and a dark blue shirt. He would rather have her stay naked in bed beside him all day but he knew he could never ask for that.

"Are you kicking me out again?" He asked.
"No," she said as she quickly got into a pair of sneakers. "But I am going for a walk."
"Wait!" He yelled after her and jumped out of bed.

She was fast out of the house and he followed after her, wanting to stop her and convince her to stay. He quickly turned around and ran back inside as he saw Roman's car pull into the driveway. He cursed himself for being naked and not getting dressed alongside her. He quickly found his clothes and got it back on but once he got outside again, she was nowhere to be seen. Instead Roman stood there leaning up against his car while watching him leave the guesthouse.

"Why am I not surprised?" Roman asked and chuckled as Seth made his way over to him.
"Shut up!" Seth said and punched his shoulder.
"Was it that bad since you're so mad?" Roman asked.
"No, it was that good," Seth answered.

Both men sat down in the kitchen with a cup of coffee each.

"God damn it, Roman, she's messing with my head," Seth sighed.
"She's not doing anything. She's making it perfectly clear that all she wants is sex," Roman defended her.
"And that's alright but she's still doing things to me I don't understand," Seth said.
"Are you falling for her?" Roman asked.
"No! I don't know. Maybe. It's too early to say," Seth said as he searched his mind for an honest answer to that question.
"As your friend I must warn you. She hasn't been in a relationship since that psycho. Hookups, yes, and lots of them from what she's told me, but that's all she wants. Sex and goodbye," Roman said.
"And that's all I want to," Seth said.
Roman tilted his head and smirked.
"Somehow I don't believe neither of you," he said.

Seth growled to himself and cursed his busy schedule far away. He couldn't stay around this time and she hadn't come back from her walk yet. He just wanted to see her, maybe run his fingers over her skin or even steal a kiss from her if he could get away with it but he couldn't wait around to see if those things would happen. He had to leave for an interview and he couldn't come back until two days later.

She came back that evening and went straight to the guesthouse. Late that night she got woken up by her phone ringing. She answered and 30 seconds later all colour drained from her face.

Roman woke up by the sound of someone screaming. It sounded like a wounded animal in so much pain and his blood ran cold. He jumped out of bed and ran through the house towards the sound. The front door was open but she hadn't gotten further than that. She was sitting on the floor, sobbing and screaming.

"Shit, Patricia, what's wrong?" He asked as he threw his arms around her.
"He's gone! He's gone!" She screamed over and over.