Rise of the Phoenix

Hey again, so another update but it's shorter than the last and also a day late….so in this we shall see the beginning of things to come between Viktor and Maria, we shall see the other side to Viktor in this chapter as every story needs a great bad guy :D hope you guys enjoy this chapter….

Also im not one of those readers who wouldn't write if I didn't get a review but I really would like to know how people are finding it, pretty please….

Robin Hood doesn't belong to me just my OC's

I stood outside his door listening intently for any noise. As time ticked by I still couldn't hear anything, I decided to turn back to my rooms but I heard his bed creak before I took a step, his heavy footsteps were moving around the room….so before I lost my nerve I knocked lightly on the door. He stopped walking before turning around and coming towards me.

The door opened and the light of his room spread down the dark corridor. I felt my heart leap a bit as I took in his bloodied lip and cheek bones. He was currently topless, I could already see bruises forming as the light bounced of his golden skin. I couldn't stop myself from trailing my eyes down his body. I could see under the leg of his leggings a huge wadding of bandages from the stab wound I had caused.

"Can I come in?" I asked hesitantly, he moved to the side to let me in. I could tell he was angry and I was oblivious to the dark gaze he sent me as he watched me walk into the room.

I caught him observing my hair "what happened to it" he questioned as he shut the door, he slid the bolt across when I turned away from him still a little sore about the drastic haircut I had been given.

"Punishment….im not exactly thrilled about it….it was very nearly my hand. I'd of made a pretty shitty assassin with only one hand" I chuckled lightly, trying to make a joke of it but was only met with silence.

Taking in a deep breath I looked into his eyes, "how about you, how are you feeling?"

The heavy throaty chuckle was enough of a reply to understand his mood this evening "im good red, yeah….having my arse kicked in front of everyone was a glorious moment….my friends have been reminding me all afternoon about my failure so thanks for that, oh and the elders think I need more training so I'll be here at least another year before I will enter the arena once more to prove myself"

"At least you keep your life" I smiled at him, his eyes darkened he was glowering at me as he closed the distance between us.

"Yeah, the humiliation will surely go away by tomorrow….I guess I should be thanking you then" he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"You don't exactly scream gratitude Viktor…..you really pissy over a bruised ego…you worried you're not 'man' enough for your adoring followers" I rolled my eyes at his patheticness I was about to reply with a snarky comment, but was cut off with the constricting grip of Viktor's large hands around my neck. He pushed his thumbs into my windpipe and pushed in, the breath left my body and I started to suffocate, my hands grabbled at his wrists but he was an unmovable force.

I felt my self-losing consciousness, my vision blurred and I actually feared for my life. In one last ditch attempt to get him off me I raised my leg and kneed him in his wounded thigh. He snarled like a wounded beast gritting down hard on his teeth as he instantly let go before backhanding me across the face, I fell down heavy on my side and I immediately started coughing as I pawed at my burning throat.

He spat out curses as he grabbed his thigh, I hadn't re-opened his wound but I had caused him enough pain to be concerned.

"What is wrong with you...I saved your life you ungrateful bastard, I had you right where I wanted you and chose not to kill you….but I swear, you ever do that again and I won't hesitate to put a blade in your skull"

He was hunched over, his blonde curls falling over his brown eyes which looked black he was so angry at me.

I broke eye contact with him and pushed up slightly off the ground, my head still span and I felt sick I was so oxygen starved. I couldn't react to him as he came at me once more, his knees on either side of my waist as he gazed down at me. I pushed at his stomach in a feeble attempt to get him off me but he simply looked at me unfazed.

"Please Viktor, it's over…accept it" I said pleadingly at him, my breathing still erratic.

With the caution of a predator he placed his hands above my shoulders trapping me under his large frame. He edged his face neared to mine but met my ear as I quickly turned my face away from his.

His lips skimmed my ear, his heavy breathing was warm against my skin sending shivers coursing through my body. He lingered there for a while, no doubt his bruised ego enjoying the power he had over me. His lips pressed against the lobe of my ear, as much as I hated him I couldn't deny how good it felt.

"Why?" he almost purred as he spoke. I gently turned towards him, our faces were a hairs breadth away, I never noticed that when the light hit his eyes, small flecks of amber could be seen in his dark brown eyes.

I swallowed hard before answering him, "you're a good fighter Viktor, and if you hadn't dithered about I wouldn't be here right now"

He smirked down at me "it's just the two of us now red, you don't have to lie"

I glared up at him, my nervousness betraying the feeble lie I had kept telling myself.

I kept contact with his eyes as he brushed his lips against mine "have my roguish ways worked its way into your hardened heart" he smirked at me again his tongue brushed against my bottom lip.

"It would be stupid of me to fall in love with you Viktor"

He chuckled at me "then how about good old fashioned lust" he whispered before pressing his lips hard against my own. His kiss was almost a welcome as I returned it with just as much passion.

I placed my hands on his ribs, his skin warm from the fire beside us. As he breathed in, the muscles of his back rippled against my touch. I slid them across the smooth panes of his lower back before resting on the hem of his leggings, I hooked my thumbs under it in an attempt to push it down his buttocks, but before I could get any further his hands grasped my wrists throwing my arms up and against the floor, immobilizing my movements.

He pulled away from me and I tried to lean up to catch his mouth again. He leered at me, a look I had received many times before we eventually slept together.

"You should see yourself red, your practically begging me to fuck you….daddy would be ashamed of you if he could see you right now" he had a look of satisfaction on his face at my change in expression at the mention of my father.

"Don't talk about me like that….and don't ever speak about my father like that" I snapped at him, tugging at my wrists that were still locked in place.

"I can say whatever I want to you red" he released one of my wrists and pushed with force on my shoulder pushing me onto my stomach.

I grunted as he settled his weight on me once more, the evidence of his desire pushing into my buttocks. Resting on my elbows I tried pushing him off me, his hand crept towards my neck again, grasping the hair at the back of my head whilst the other tugged at my dress from where he was sat.

This rougher side to him was new to me, it made me a little nervous and I suspected it wouldn't get any better. He kissed the skin of my shoulder almost affectionately before he spoke menacingly in my ear "I can do and say whatever I want because…..do mo soith"

So another chapter done, im pleased I have found my knack for it again, I really didn't want to give up on this….if you follow my other stories expect an update in the next couple of weeks and please please review it would make me very happy to hear from you….till next time x

Translations

Do mo soith- you're my bitch