Chapter Ten.
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Adrian POV.
I winced as the steady pounding behind my left temple grew stronger and stronger, prompting my tired mind out of unconsciousness. Several strange, disjointed images flashed across my closed eyelids as I tried to remember what had happened, and where I was.
When that failed, I cracked my eyes open slightly, only to have to immediately slam them shut again, to stop the light from blinding me.
I opened them again, more cautiously this time, and was met with a soft, warm glow. Once my gaze focussed, I saw that the homely glow came from a cheap Ikea lamp situated on a small table by my feet.
Where the hell was I?
Silently, I turned my head from side to side. I was in a tiny room, laid out on – a sofa? I frowned as the jumbled pieces clicked into place and the days previous events resurfaced in my memory. I was either in Rose's shitty flat – in her grotty living room – or I was in some cut-rate, hick town hotel. My gaze travelled down over my body, which was covered by a large blue fleece blanket, and to my surprise, my feet had been propped up on the armrest of the chair as my head rested on what felt like a fluffy cushion or pillow. The bitch had gone up in the world it seemed.
A murmur in the corner caught my attention and my head automatically snapped in that direction. What I saw made my blood boil.
Rose, the irritating slut, was stood in front of her latest piece of ass. She had her back to me, which meant I couldn't see her expression, but her posture was relaxed and carefree. He was sat in the chair, his hands resting on her hips as he stared up at her, a happy smile on his face.
The expression on his face made my stomach curl.
It was one of adoration, of love, and she did not deserve it.
No one should look at her like that; and if I had my way, in the future, no one else would.
They hadn't noticed the fact that I'd woken up, and so I took the time to study them.
From the bend of his knees, and what I'd had had the time to notice and remember of his height, he was a good four to five inches taller than me, which meant he was at least a foot taller than Rose was. He was well built, and definitely made of muscle, as my aching face reminded me when I gingerly stretched my cheek.
And though it pained me to say it, he was good looking too. It was a given that he had to have a face to match his physique.
I could see now why Rose was attracted to him. She'd always gone for the 'tall, dark and handsome' stereotype. If I hadn't acted quickly enough in secondary school, Jesse Zeklos would have asked her out first, and things would have ended completely differently.
The 'boyfriend' finished whatever he was saying, and she moved to stand between his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He hadn't seemed pleased when he finished speaking, but whatever she whispered back to him seemed to placate him because he reached up to tenderly tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and I was finally able to see her expression. She was smiling down at him, her face reflecting the same tenderness that his showed, a tenderness that she'd once had around me. She began to bend her face towards his, and he pulled on her arms gently so that she moved forwards even more. I expected Rose to sit on his lap, but instead, she straddled him – furthering the validity of my reasoning that she was an easy slut. Anger flared up in me at how quickly and easily she complied, and how happy they both seemed to be in that position.
He, with his arms wrapped around her waist; and Rose, with hers wrapped around his neck as they both gazed adoringly at each other.
Yuck. They could have been on a poster for some crappy, over commercialised Disney film.
The disgust radiating off of me didn't seem to affect them though.
Her head continued to dip, and he tilted his face up so that their lips could meet.
My stomach twisted uncomfortably, and a distant part of me wondered why I was so opposed to them being together, yet I did nothing about it.
Instead, I stayed silent as they continued to kiss in their own happy little bubble, and he began to twine his fingers into the ends of her hair. The kiss deepened and grew more intimate as she leant into him; and as soon as I saw the slightest twitch of their hips I coughed to stop them before they could get too carried away. The last thing I wanted to see was those two in the nude… or groping… or grinding against each other.
They broke apart in a startled manner. Rose's cheeks were flushed and pulled up into a goofy smile as she gazed at the man for a few seconds before trailing her fingers across his cheek and turning to face me. The guy stiffened, and his arms wrapped around her waist once more as she changed position so that she was sat on his lap in a more conventional manner. His face hardened, showing his obvious displeasure at my interruption and I smirked. Someone hadn't gotten any lately – by the looks of things.
"You're awake, finally." Rose's voice broke our silent stare off as both of our eyes flickered to her.
"No shit Sherlock." A real life growl rumbled from the guy's chest at my response, and I glared at him as I swung my legs down and sat up. "No thanks to you. I could have you arrested for assault you know."
He glared back at me. "If you speak to Rose like that again I'll blacken your other eye and give you something to really complain about."
"How's your head?" Rose cute off what I was about to say as she tugged on the guy's arm. "Dimitri, relax. He's not going to try anything – not now at least."
So his name was Dimitri.
I filed that piece of information away for later use.
Reluctantly, he loosened his hold so that she could stand up; and I watched warily as Rose made her way over towards me. All she did was pick up the blanket I'd discarded to the side when I sat up.
Then she spoke. "I meant what I said before. If you even think about doing what you said, I'll make your life a living hell. I don't know how, but I'll do it." Her tone of voice was light and conversational as she folded the blanket into a neat square, but her eyes flashed as she spoke, indicating and emphasizing the meaning and passion behind her words.
"Where are my shoes?" My tone of voice was blasé as I deliberately ignored her words in an attempt to antagonise her. Unfortunately, all she did was point to the door.
"They're in the hallway, next to the front door. You can let yourself out."
Irritation rose up in me, but I swallowed it back down and made my way towards the front door. Once I had my shoes on I didn't expect to hear anything, but as I opened the door, Rose's voice made me hesitate.
"Adrian?"
I half turned and simply stared at her in response.
"Don't come back. I mean it."
I let my eyes wander over her small form. She was meeting my gaze head on, her back straight and her arms crossed over her chest as she watched me leave from the safety of the front room door. Kudos to Dimitri for making her stand up tall and feel confident enough to look me in the eye – but what they didn't know was that it would only make it more satisfying when I broke her all over again. A sly smile wanted to grace my lips but I swallowed it down and tried to make my face appear as contrite as possible.
"Whatever you say." Then the sly smile came out. "Perhaps I'll see you around, on more even ground when your bodyguard isn't there to step in and interrupt." Her gaze turned stony as she watched me open the door once wider and turn back to her. "I'm joking Rose. I'm a changed man. Your word is law." Her face relaxed slightly, but her eyes showed her disbelief.
"I'll believe that when pigs grow wings, chickens eat foxes and hell freezes over."
I smiled as Dimitri moved into the doorway to wrap his arms around Rose once more – marking his territory – before I stepped out and shut the door behind me quietly.
My ploy had worked. She thought that her little act of bravery had frightened me and made me back off. It was a pity that her boyfriend had turned up when I was about to leave and I'd ended up getting punched – but maybe that would work to my advantage. It would make my 'fear' more believable.
They were wary now, but if I left it for a few weeks they'd fall for it. Sure, they were suspicious, but if I kept a 'low' profile, they'd have no choice but to forget and move on with their lives. I'd have plenty of time to study them and build on what I already knew so that I could make an effective, fool proof plan; and then, when they grew cocky and overconfident and least expected it, I would strike.
I winced as my grin grew even larger and pulled at the bruising around my eye, but it wasn't enough to ruin my good mood. I glanced at my watch and grinned some more.
Eleven o'clock.
Camille should still be awake, and even if she wasn't, it was about time I paid her and my children a visit.
Rose POV.
"Happy birthday to you; happy birthday to you; happy birthday dear Dimitri-"
"Dad."
"Daddy."
"-Happy birthday to you!"
The kids practically screamed the last bit and cheered quickly before blowing out Dimitri's candles.
We were all sat around the dining table; Sophia on Dimitri's lap, Tom and Alyssa on either side of him and me opposite. A small cake was placed on one of Dimitri's bone china plates; it was a rainbow marble cake with white royal icing covering every square inch. I'd made it and iced it, and the kids had decorated it with almost every topping known to man – hundreds and thousands, nuts, chocolate sauce, raspberry sauce, silver balls, iced flowers, glacé cherries, vermicelli, chocolate drops, smarties, jelly tots and whatever else their hands had managed to grab a hold of and throw into the shopping trolley.
I smiled with pride and humour down at our slightly overcrowded cake – until Sophia leant forwards and stuck her hand smack dab in the middle of it. Dimitri laughed as she pulled her – now – cake covered hand back and stuck one of her fingers into her mouth.
"Mmmm." She giggled as she licked all of her fingers clean before offering her palm up to Dimitri. "Dad?"
"No thank you, Sophia."
"It's yummy."
He chuckled. "I can tell." Tom and Alyssa had followed Sophia's lead and opted to simply grab handfuls of cake to dump on their plates, rather than to wait for me to cut it up. Icing and crumbs were smeared around their mouths as they grinned at each other and licked at their sticky hands.
"Do you want a slice Roza?"
I laughed as I looked at the crumbling mess that was left over. "If you can find a slice in there for us, then yes, I'll have some." I shook my head in mock sadness. "That was a cake masterpiece and I didn't even get a picture."
He grinned at me across the table. "There's always next year. And your birthday. And the kids birthdays. We have plenty of chances." He stood and placed Sophia into her high chair before somehow managing to find and cut a few slices that still had icing and some toppings on. He placed them onto a plate before cutting off some of the cake to put on the table top of her highchair for her to eat in her own time as I placed the knife in the kitchen, safely out of the kids' way. Then we made our way over to the sofa, leaving what remained of the cake to the mercy of the kids.
The space in front of the settee was littered with scraps of wrapping paper and envelopes from Dimitri's presents that the kids had 'helped' to open. He brought over the large parcel his mother had sent, and opened it to reveal several smaller individually wrapped ones from each member of his family. His colleagues in the languages department had taken him 'out on the town' the weekend before, despite the fact that the majority of them had at least twenty years on him. The kids had saved up their pocket money – something new that Dimitri had introduced - to buy his presents themselves. You could tell that they'd had had mixed motivations when they chose their gifts – Tom had bought Dimitri a book on racing cars and a small Hot Wheels track; Alyssa had bought 'him' a calculator to use during his maths lessons as well as a five pounds gift voucher for WHSmiths; and Sophia had picked out a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt for him to wear when she wore hers. But Dimitri had opened them all happily, each present causing his smile to grow wider than the last.
We gobbled up our cake, laughing as we fed each other before curling up together on the sofa. I'd just gotten into my television watching position when Sophia called from the corner. I groaned and glanced at the clock to see that it was fast approaching eight thirty.
"Bed time." I pushed my body off of the sofa as the complaints started. "I don't want to hear it. Your eyes are drooping and you have school tomorrow so you need to go to bed. You can stay up late tomorrow night because you don't have to get up early on a Saturday."
Neither Tom nor Alyssa could think up a logical response to that, and Sophia simply stretched out her arms towards Dimitri, so I was able to usher them into their bedroom pretty quickly. While Tom and Alyssa took their turns in the shower and brushing their teeth, I checked over their school uniforms and bags; and while I gave Sophia her bath, Dimitri read them a bed time story.
Once they were all tucked in and close to drifting off, we took our turns in the bathroom and then made our way back into the front room. While Dimitri pulled out the bed and sorted the covers I knelt and pulled out the small ring box that I'd kept hidden from everyone's sight for the past few weeks. The kids – though they tried – couldn't keep a secret, and if Dimitri had found it, it would have ruined the surprise.
"Are you ready for your present?"
Dimitri was sat down in the bed, waiting for me to join him.
His face plainly showed his confusion. "I thought I already opened them?"
I nodded. "But not mine."
He opened his arms for me, and I sat down in his lap so he could pull the covers over our legs.
"Happy birthday."
I placed the small box and his birthday card from me into his palm and waited nervously with my head craned back so I could see his expression.
Curiosity was the predominant feature as he weighed up both of his choices, so I took the box and motioned for him to open the card. He read the printed message silently, and then read what I'd written out loud.
Dear Dimitri,
Happy birthday! Congratulations on reaching the ripe old age of thirty five – not long now until you hit the big 4-0. ;) Time to start stocking up on vitamin pills and tweed jackets and using sayings like 'back in the day' and 'when I was your age'. :D
But on a more serious note, thank you so much for everything you've done for us. Despite the fact that you've practically moved in, it feels like you've taken us in, and made us your family. You've given the kids the stability and reliability they needed in a father figure, and made them feel like they're your own, for which I can't thank you enough. You deserve all the best in life, and I only hope that someday I'll be able to make it up to you, to pay you back for everything you've done. I wish you every possible happiness because you deserve it. I hope you get some amazing presents, have an excellent birthday and have many more to come that we'll be able to share, just like this one.
Happy birthday and best wishes,
Love, Roza xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
He finished reading softly, and leant down to press his lips to mine. "I hope so too. Thank you for making this day so special and memorable." He took the box out of my hand and opened it neatly before pausing. His face was unreadable as he untied the ribbon that held the lid down securely and met my eyes for a brief second before he lifted the lid to reveal the box's contents.
He froze, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.
"What – what's this? Roza?" His voice was a tight whisper and I swallowed heavily before I answered.
"It's a key. To the front door." He didn't relax or say anything and so I hastily tried to explain, as anxiety started to rise in me. "I was wondering if you wanted to move in – officially. I mean, you practically live here anyway, but this way, you wouldn't have to rely on me being home so you can come in. And on the days when you finish early and pick up Tom and Alyssa, I won't have to worry about Alyssa maybe losing the key at scho-" He cut off my longwinded babble with a kiss.
"Yes." He kissed me again; a full of feeling, stomach twisting kiss. "I would love to move in with you." He reached onto the table behind us for his keys, grinning as he slid the shiny silver key onto the chain. "There. It's perfect."
And then he surprised me by flipping the covers off, placing his hands square on my hips, and lifting me so he could turn me around so that I was straddling him.
"Thank you, Roza."
I smiled gently as his deep chocolate brown eyes bored into mine, showing me just how much that present meant to him, and how much he appreciated it.
"I'm very glad that you like it, and you're very welcome." My breath caught as I moved forwards so that I was balanced on his lap more securely. Ever since that night just over a month ago when Adrian had come around unexpectedly, one thought had been plaguing me when I fell asleep. Was I ready to take the next step with Dimitri? Adrian hadn't said anything specific, but his tone of voice, and the look in his eyes told me that he knew a lot more about my life – and my relationship – than I'd thought; and that he'd use any cracks, any leverage he could find in his twisted mission.
I'd realised as I tossed and turned, that I was ready to take that step. Emotionally I was ready, and physically – my body wasn't as perfect as it had been, but the more I thought about it, the more Dimitri's words seeped into my brain. He'd seen me practically naked, and hadn't been repulsed by me. He still wanted me, and cared for me… and Mia seemed to think that he loved me. I loved him, but I was too chicken to tell him, or to at least tell him first. And though he'd proved to me time and again that he was nothing like Adrian, I was still wary, still frightened to give myself over to him completely, to expose myself, body and soul. And that's what I'd be doing if I said I love you first.
But I wanted Dimitri. And physically, I needed him. It had been so long since I'd been touched and kissed and wanted in the same way that I wanted someone else. Physically, I'd been wanting to grab him, rip his clothes off and ride him on the front room carpet for weeks now. But emotionally, I knew that he'd respected my desire to wait until I was ready in every way possible, and so I needed to respect his desire to make it special and memorable.
I was ready, and I wasn't going to make him wait any longer, so long as he still wanted to.
* * * Start of M scene. * * *
My fingers trailed through his hair as he tilted my head downwards and kissed me gently. I smiled against his lips as the kiss deepened and grew more passionate before I let my hands slide down the sides of his face, across his chest and fist into the hem of his shirt. My breathing was ragged as Dimitri broke the kiss to nibble on my earlobe before trailing a path of light kisses across my jawline until he was able to suck on my neck lightly.
A moan escaped my throat as I threw my head back to expose my neck to him even more before I moaned and leant into him. "Take your top off." My voice was heady and deep as I tugged impatiently. Dimitri didn't usually wear a top to bed, but tonight he was wearing the t-shirt Sophia had bought for him to please her – which was sweet, but frustrating when all I wanted was for him to be wearing fewer clothes, not more.
His lips left my skin for a second as he helped me to yank the top up and over his head before his lips crushed to mine once more. The heat and passion literally crackled between us as his large, warm hands rested on my knees for a second before sliding up my thighs and across my stomach to rest just below my breasts as he tore his mouth from mine.
"Roza. You- you-" His chest was heaving as he took in large gulps of air. "You don't have to do this." I could see the resolve starting to grow in his eyes, despite the very obvious want that darkened his iris's and turned his gaze hungry.
I leant forwards to nip his earlobe gently before I whispered, "I know."
A groan left his mouth as I kissed my way down his neck. "And you don't have to do it because it's my birthday."
I smiled and lifted my lips to his. "That's not why I'm doing it."
He leant forward to kiss me hard before pulling back. "Then why?"
"Because I'm ready. And you're ready. And I want you right now."
I managed to whisper the last part into his ear before he moaned and yanked my face back to his. "You drive me crazy."
"That's what I'm aiming for."
His hands massaged my thighs as they travelled higher and higher and higher, until they were in the same position they were in before. "Are you sure?"
His eyes had calmed slightly as he gazed up at me, his lips reddened and bruised from the intensity of our kisses.
I nodded before leaning down to brush my lips against his. "I'm sure. Make love to me, Dimitri."
He kissed me back, softly and insistently as his hands continued their ascent. A slight gasp left my mouth as he cupped me gently before it turned into a soft moan.
The gentleness that Dimitri carried within his large, powerful body was clear to feel as he held me gently and kissed away the few worries that had started to push their way back into my mind. My mind relaxed as his hands slipped back down my body to grasp the hem of my nightdress and ease it off before taking possession of my body once more.
This, being with Dimitri like this, at this moment in time felt perfect.
I smiled and sighed gently as his hands cupped me once again before his thumbs brushed over my nipples and he pulled back to look at me. "You are amazing."
I smiled and leant forwards, loving the way his hands took charge of my body; doing what I wanted, what I craved most, whilst leaving me hot and wanting more.
My fingers slipped down and across his chest as I traced every line, every curve of his defined muscles with my hands, all the way down to the waist band of his trousers. Then my impatient body made itself known as my desire spiked and my lips crushed themselves against his.
"Now."
Somehow, I ended up on my back with Dimitri hovering over me. His hair had come free at some point and strands of it hung around his face as he leant town to kiss me, our tongues touching and twisting and fighting against each other as our bodies rubbed together frantically.
"Dimitri." My voice was practically begging as my back arched to press us closer together, but failed. His lips disappeared from mine as my knickers were slid down my legs before he joined me back on the bed and my eyes took all of him in.
Damn.
My jaw dropped open as I saw Dimitri for the first time, and a blush rose up my cheeks. It wasn't that I'd expected him to be small, but I hadn't expected him to be that big either. I wasn't sure what I'd expected, and I suddenly felt like an inexperienced schoolgirl as I gawked at Dimitri's nakedness.
"Roza." His voice was gentle as he tilted my face up to look at his head – the one above his shoulders. "If you've cha-"
I didn't give him the chance to finish talking.
My hands reached up to hold his face and pull him down to mine so I could answer with a kiss.
A moan echoed through both of our bodies as he moved to lie between my legs once more, this time, without any clothes separating us.
His hand slid down my hip and along my thigh to my knee, before he pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist. We stopped kissing then, his chocolate brown eyes fixed on my hazel ones as he gave me one last chance to give any indication that I felt uneasy, and to stop while he still could.
I smiled back and let my hand stroke softly across his cheek and through his hair before I nodded. "I'm sure."
He smiled at me once, before lifting his body up and off of mine before he pressed his lips to mine once more. My mouth opened immediately to let his tongue touch mine, but this kiss was softer, more meaningful as his body shifted once again and I felt his arousal press against my entrance. Thank God for the pill was the last coherent thought that ran through my mind before Dimitri entered me.
I couldn't help but cry out, and he immediately stopped moving, his eyes flashing with concern as he looked me over frantically.
"Did I hurt you? Roza? Weren't you ready for me? I-"
I placed a finger over his mouth as I used my other hand to grip at his hips and stop him from pulling out of me. "Don't stop. You didn't hurt me. I just, I haven't been with anyone for so long. You feel so good. Just whatever you do, don't stop."
His eyes calmed then, and he rebalanced his weight on his forearms so that he could press his chest against mine as he started to move.
Our eyes locked this time, emotions and thoughts and feelings running between us like a live wire as he entered me fully, only to pull out again and thrust into me once more. My eyes fluttered closed as a moan made its way out of my throat and Dimitri's head rested in the crook of my shoulder, his breathing growing rough and erratic as he continued to thrust into me at a smooth, measured pace.
My breathing picked up as I lifted my other leg to wrap around his waist, anchoring us together as he groaned loudly into my shoulder at the movement and moved his arms so he could clutch at my shoulders.
"Roza. You feel- you feel…" his words trailed off into a string of Russian as he picked up the pace and drove into me harder and faster than before. "Is that okay?" His voice was a pant as he lifted his head to rest his forehead against mine.
In reply, I started to move my hips in time with his, rocking backwards and forwards with him as my fingernails dug into his back.
"Roza!" He all but growled my name as I panted into his neck and tried to keep up with his near frantic pace.
My stomach was twisting and moans kept slipping from my mouth as Dimitri pounded into me and murmured Russian into my ear, drawing me closer to the orgasm that I didn't want to arrive yet. The feel of his muscles rippling under the touch of my fingertips, and the moans that spilled out of his mouth every time I rocked my hips, along with the breath taking way that he filled me completely and moved inside of me only drew me closer to the pleasure that would eventually rip through my body.
"Dimitri." I was close, so close, and by the swell of him in me I knew he was too.
"Just wait. A moment longer. Oh God. Roza." My name was a drawn out moan as he buried himself in me again and again.
"Dimitri." My head pressed backwards into the cushions as I bit on my lip to try and stave off my orgasm. "Come with me. Please!"
His lips attached themselves to mine, hungry and desperate. "Okay. Roza, Roza, Roza…"
My body shattered as he whispered my name like a heated prayer, and I was distantly aware of the fact that I was yelling some garbled version of his name as he swelled and exploded inside of me.
My body trembled against his as I tried to rock my hips to help him ride out his orgasm, and he continued to thrust inside of me, gently, in order to help me ride out mine.
Once the aftershocks stopped running through me, I collapsed against the bed, my chest heaving while Dimitri's face rested in the crook of my neck as we both tried to catch our breath back.
* * * End of M scene * * *
We both trembled and clutched at each other as we laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Dimitri kissed my shoulder and up along my neck until he wasn't leaning on me so heavily, and was able to look me in the eyes. I'd tried to pull at his shoulders, to make him lie against me once again, but my whole body seemed to have turned to jelly. "I like you being pressed against me."
He smiled and kissed me softly. "And I like being pressed against you too. But I'm too heavy, and I don't want to hurt you." His lips traced over my face before his hands, followed by his arms, slipped under my back and he rolled slightly so that we were on our sides facing each other, our legs intertwined as we stared into each other's eyes.
"That was… I don't have words to describe it."
He smiled and reached up to brush some hair off of my forehead, and it's then that I noticed the light sheen of sweat that coverd us both.
I smiled back and laid my palm on his cheek gently before scooting closer so that he could wrap his arms around me.
"It was amazing Roza. Just like you."
"Just like you." I echo him. "You are amazing. Thank you. Tonight was beautiful and amazing and the best night of my life."
"It was the best night of mine too." His voice was soft as he leant in and kissed me, a tender, sweet kiss that's filled with everything he can't put into words.
He reached down and pulled the sheet and blankets up to cover our exposed bodies, before pulling me in even closer to his chest.
"Thank you Roza, for entering my life and making me feel alive. For giving me a family and a home. For giving me the best birthday day and night that I've had in years. For being you."
I smiled up at him before pecking his lips and running my fingers through his hair. Words weren't needed between the two of us now, and Dimitri gently ran his fingers from the crown of my head and down along my spine before he reached over, flicked off the lamp and then pulled me even closer, his eyes already drooping closed.
My face rested in the crook of his neck, and I took deep breaths of his strong masculine scent, a scent that was now mixed with my own, before his deep breathing lulled me to sleep with a smile on my lips.
So Rose finally did it! :D Haha, well I hope you liked that chapter, and that it made up for me being just over my deadline date of the 27th! I'm sorry! But I do hope that you liked the chapter! Thank you once again to everyone who voted on the poll, and constant thanks to all of you who read, alert, favourite and review this story. I really do appreciate it, and I'm so glad that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!