Okay, a few things before you skip ahead and read. I made a few mistakes in chapter two- I knew my facts about the language and religion weren't correct but at the time when I posted I didn't bother researching- However, thanks to a 'guest' reviewer for taking the time to correct and educate me a little bit I went back and edited the chapter and added a little more to the scene at the dinner table.

We're finally got back around to Dimitri's POV. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I struggled with the plot in the beginning because I wasn't sure how to portray Roza' now that Dimitri knows a few of her truths. But I think I made the right decision by staying true to my 'vision' of Roza and while it does get a little 'dark' and 'revenge-ish' I believe I've stayed true to the story and the characters.

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMONS, TORTURE, & STRONG LANGUAGE.

Rosemarie Hathaway

Ibrahim 'Abe' Mazur

Dimitri Belikov

"Be careful… I love you." Roza whispered kissing my cheek before pulling out of my arms. I immediately wanted to pull her back into my arms and kiss her properly. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions, and realizations, and information.

This gorgeous woman loved me… And somewhere along the way I had fallen in love with her. But it wasn't until a few minutes ago that I realized it. I was in love with Rosemarie Hathaway. The realization at first scared the shit out of me but after hearing her defend me and declare so confidently that she loved me something inside of me snapped and for the first time in my life I felt- different.

Suddenly, I wasn't scared of those words. I loved Roza, and Roza loved me. I'd never 'loved' a woman outside of my family and I'd definitely never said those words to a woman outside of my family. It was new and exciting, but somehow with Roza it was right.

When I first laid eyes on Roza I was consumed by lust… Truthfully, I was still consumed by it. But somewhere between that night and now something had changed- I'd known it for a while- but until this moment I didn't realize what it was. It was love. It was My Roza. She had consumed me.

The night of that fatal 'Ozera Dinner' I had told Roza that she had 'ruined me' because I could no longer have a meaningless fuck without thinking of her. I could no longer watch a gorgeous woman walk by and not compare her to them… I compared the colour of her hair, the scent of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, and the warmth of her mouth wrapped around my cock.

But none- not even one- of them came even remotely close to Roza.

Since that night Roza and I spent almost every night together. Most weeknights I spent at Roza's apartment with Lissa and Christian; I'd grown quiet close with both of them in the last few weeks. Christian was a great guy and the two of us could talk for hours. Christian also loved Roza like a sister and I found his teasing highly amusing. And Lissa was a nice girl and went out of her way to make sure I felt comfortable and at home and not just like a houseguest.

Roza and I spent most weekends at my apartment. It was just easier sometimes and it gave the two of us an opportunity to be 'alone' and it also gave Chris and Liss a chance for the same. To outsiders it looked as if our 'relationship' was moving pretty fast and in all honesty it was but it didn't 'feel' fast.

It felt right. It was right… I loved the way our lives had molded together in the short time we'd been together… I loved falling asleep with Roza in my arms, and I loved waking up with Roza in my arms. I loved making love to her, I loved fucking her, I loved dominating her body. I loved Rosemarie Hathaway.

I was pulled back to the present time sitting in the back of the town car with Roza's father. Abe Mazur. I had to admit I was a little afraid of him- I'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting that of course- But this was Abe Mazur… You didn't cross this guy if you wanted to live. Abe was a murder- a hardcore criminal, a conman, a master at making people disappear, and from what I'd heard was a master at inflecting unimaginable pain.

However, you wouldn't think it. The man in front of me was roughly 45- just under 6' feet tall- had long dark brown hair that he kept back with a leather band and a beard that he had tied at his chin. The suit he currently wore was at least 5 thousand dollars, a white dress shirt and a red cashmere silk scarf, golden hoop earrings, and a flashy gold rolex watch.

"So… Alone at last." Abe smiled tilting his head to look at me. "My daughter doesn't trust me alone with you. Can you believe that? My only daughter- I'm a little hurt- So… Tell me who exactly is Dimitri Belikov?"

"All due respect, Abe. Don't you already know everything there is to know?" I questioned meeting his gaze knowing full well he had file on me. "I'd be willing to bet you had somebody run a background check on me the moment you realized that Roza and I knew each other."

"I did actually." Abe chuckled in amusement. "How did you know?"

"It's what I'd do if I had a daughter." I confessed sharing his amusement. "Why don't you start by telling me what you know? We can go from there."

"Fair point." Abe smiled pulling out a cigar. "I know everything about you, Dimitri Belikov; or at the very least everything that was documented and than some. Your middle name is Alexandra. Your parents are Randall Ivashkov and Olena Belikova. You grew up in a poor village in Siberia named Baia. Your father's family paid for you and your three sister's Karolina, Sonja, and Viktoria to attend Basils Academy in Russia. When you were 10' your old man beat up your mother and put her in hospital, and the next time he returned to visit you returned the favor and he hasn't been back to visit. The rest is irrelevant to me… And after today and seeing what you did to the boy it tells me a lot about the kind of man you are."

"Perhaps I'm the kind of man that likes to hurt others?"

"No, I don't believe that. Not entirely. And if that were truly the kind of man you were you wouldn't be with my daughter. I see a lot of similarities between us, Dimitri Belikov. Your actions tell me the kind of man you are… You hurt your father because he hurt your mother… I didn't know my father, Dimitri. But if anybody ever hurt my mother the way your father hurt yours… I'd have killed them without mercy. Yet… Knowing that someone hurt my daughter- my not-so-sweet not-so-little girl- well I'm not sure you can understand what that feels like."

"I'm not a father, Abe. So I can't understand that. I didn't know- I had suspicions that something had happened to her- but I never imaged that Mason could be capable of hurting her. I met him for the first time at Ivan's party- I thought he was harmless and kind of a love-sick-puppy –If I had known I'd have killed him. Knowing that he hurt My Roza- I'm almost afraid of the things I want to do to him- yet the anticipation of it is consuming. I want to hurt him so badly, Abe. I want him to beg for me to end his miserable existence."

"I can understand all of that." Abe sighed offering a simple nod of his head thoughtfully. "I've always been good at reading people and spotting a potential threat. Yet, I didn't see it either, Dimitri. I wish I had. I won't make that mistake again and by the time we're finished with that boy he will beg for death, and regret the day he laid eyes on my little girl."

Whatever I had planned was nothing compared to what Abe Mazur had in store for Mason Ashford.

"I give my daughter a lot of crap." Abe chuckled turning to look at me. "I tease her about wanting to trade her in for a son- but the truth is I never wanted a son- from the very beginning when I first found out I was going to be a father I told Janine 'It better be a girl' I refused to even consider the thought of having a son. So I was a happy man when it was confirmed that Janine was indeed carrying a girl. I attended every appointment- I even attended those labor classes that women take- and the day Janine went into labor I drove her to the hospital. I knew nothing of being a father- I didn't even know my own father- but I swore to Janine I'd be a great father to our daughter… The day Rosemarie was born I fell in love for the first time. I'll never forget the moment the nurse placed her in my arms. Instantly, I'd fallen in-love. You don't know true love until you have a daughter… I promised my little girl that day nobody would ever hurt her- I failed."

I wasn't sure what to say so I remained silent… Abe Mazur was a dangerous man- a real life mobster- but in this moment Abe was just a father who loved his daughter more than life. Yet, he believed he'd failed her because he couldn't protect her. It wasn't his fault. But I could understand why he'd blame himself. It made me wonder if Roza truly understood and knew just how much her father loved her.

"I'll never hurt your daughter." I finally stated meeting Abe's gaze. "I'd die for her if need be."

"I believe you." Abe answered. "I also know my daughter feels the same which also frightens me."

"She's stubborn." I smiled knowing just how stubborn my Roza was. "It drives me insane sometimes but it's one of the reasons I love her."

The Mazur Manor: Hidden Underground Cell.

I stood in front of Mason as he hung from ceiling, the chains wrapped around his wrists. I wiped the blood from my knuckles, and tossed the bloodied rag back onto the tray. I stood back and watched as Abe tortured Mason; he was discussing the skills and specific methods to take to inflict the maximum amount of pain without your 'prisoner' losing consciousness. I couldn't lie it was intriguing information.

When I first arrived at 'The Mazur Manor' I'd questioned Abe's choice to bring Mason back here. Once police realised Mason was missing this would have to be one of the first places they'd look. Abe confidently assured me that even if they could get a warrant they wouldn't find anything. After seeing the cells I understood why he was so confident.

The cells were underground and resembled a maximum-security prison. I also noticed that Mason wasn't the only 'prisoner' two other men stood in cells while Mason hung in the middle of the room on full display. Mason's screams filled the underground prison, echoing and bouncing off the walls. We'd been at it for the last 5 hours, and still he screamed as if it was the first time the blade pierced his skin.

"You three have certainly been busy." I turned my head at the sound of Roza's voice. She'd changed into her signature black jeans, shirt, and leather jacket and boots. This was her usual style.

Roza looked different- business like; hardened, dangerous, confident and determined- it was unnervingly sexy while also disturbing considering how much she resembled her father in that moment. It distracted me only for a moment before I saw the two men with her.

Both were tall, muscular, and dressed in dark clothing. These men were not guardians, but they definitely held an air of authority and arrogance. The first guy was roughly my height and had greying black hair and blue eyes. He was also built like a brick wall and looked like he worked out a lot. The second guy was leaner and slightly shorter- he had short blonde hair and blue eyes- and looked to be quiet interested in Mason.

"What's Alto doing here?" Abe questioned. Alto? Stan Alto? Why would Roza involve a high school gym teacher? And her ex-lover/master?

"I called him." Roza answered her gaze on Mason. "Stanley and Nathan co-own an establishment that provides their clientele with a certain- types of individuals that suit their desires. Nathan recently lost a 'beloved' member of his 'staff' so I've invited Nathan to- inspect Mason. They'll be spending some 'special' time together while the rest of us enjoy dinner. Well?"

I stared at Roza unsure if I understood correctly. Nathan approached Mason and ran his hand over his chest, down his stomach, and immediately grabbed hold of his cock through his jeans. I immediately knew I had understood correctly. Roza was 'selling' Mason to a 'Pimp'.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Mason shouted trying to move away from Nathan. "Rose- I swear to god!"

Roza simply smiled but kept her eyes on him as Nathan continued his inspection. Nathan wasn't at all fazed as he continued his inspection still stroking Mason's cock through his jeans. "Oh my… What a waste of a profit. Are you sure I can't change your mind about this?"

"No." Roza answered simply.

Nathan turned to face Roza. "I'll pay double."

"No." Roza repeated her answer. "I understand it'd be more profitable if it was an 'entire' male however I've already made arrangements with the surgeon."

"Arrangements can be undone."

"Not this one." Roza smiled though the glint in her eyes darkened.

Nathan sighed glancing to Stan. "Cousin? A little help would be nice. You have history with this woman perhaps you can explain to her 'why' selling the stud with his cock intact is a good business?"

Stan stood beside Roza his gaze on Mason's body. "Hathaway?"

"Alto." Roza met his gaze. "My decision is made."

Stan held her gaze before nodding in acceptance. "That's it?" Nathan challenged Stan. "Seriously?"

Stan smiled at his cousin and shrugged. "That's it. Do you want the stud or not? Even without his cock you'll be able to make a profit- plus you already have a few Acrotomophilia clientele that'll go crazy."

Nathan sighed turning his attention back to Mason. He turned him around and pulled his pants down smacking his ass. "He's got a tight ass… You'll be a wonderful bottom. I can see you being very popular among my older clients as well even without your cock."

"What!" Mason finally clicked onto what was being discussed in front of him.

"Rose." Abe finally found his voice to ask the question I was dying to ask. "What exactly are your plans for the boy? And um- his cock?"

Roza turned to her father. "I'm going to cut it off- more accurately Dr. Oksana Sage will- she'll be over in the morning with her husband Mark. Unfortunately, Oksana can't get a hold of narcotics to knock Mason out so he'll be awake during the entire process… That also means no painkillers after the procedure either. We'll just have to tie him down but it's alright I brought my own restraints."

"You crazy fucking bitch!" Mason swung from side to side as he struggled with the chains. "You won't get away with this! I'll fucking kill you- Don't fucking touch me you faggot!"

That last comment was directed at Nathan. It earned him a hard slap across the face. Nathan grabbed hold of Mason stopping him from swinging. "Another word and I'll cut your tongue out… I don't need you to be able to speak, Sugar Plumb- I just need you to suck cock and take a cock up the ass. Understood?"

For the first time since Roza entered the cell I saw a smile light up her face. "Your new Master asked you a question, Mr. Ashford?" Roza raised an eyebrow at him earning a glare from him. Stan handed Nathan a leather duffle bag, which he sat on the table of instruments. "Oh, and Nathan- don't bother wasting that lube. Mason prefers it without isn't that right, Sugar Plumb?"

Nathan chuckled turning to look at Roza. "Will you be staying to watch?"

"Perhaps next time." Roza sighed checking her watch. "Stan? Would you like to join us for dinner? I'll have a plate put aside for Nathan."

"I'd love too." Stan smiled glancing at Nathan. "You'll be okay with your new pet?"

"Oh yes." Nathan grinned spanking Mason. "We're going to have lots of fun."

"Good." Roza smiled before turning to me threading our fingers, she looked down her smile disappearing. "Come on. I'll clean you up before dinner." Roza whispered kissing each of my busted knuckles. I smiled lifting her chin as I brushed my lips to hers. "Comrade."

I chuckled taking her hand in mine. "Lead the way, Roza."

Abe, Pavel, and Stan all followed Roza and I out of the cell. The exit we took from the cell was different from the first one. This exit led us out into a part of a house that was all hallways.

Roza and I went in a different direction to the others and ended up in a bedroom. It was a little girly, and looked like it hadn't been used in a while.

"This is my old room." Roza explained letting go of my hand to open a window. "I've got a first aid kit in the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Roza." I caught her wrist pulling her into my lap. "I love you; and I trust your decisions. I do. But are you sure you want to go down this path with Mason? I'm all for him losing his cock but turning him into a sex slave? It doesn't seem like you."

"Truthfully? I want him to suffer, Dimitri. I want him to feel the pain I felt. And I understand that makes me as bad a person as he is- But I don't care. He didn't just rape me, Dimitri. He stole something from me. Doing this won't fix anything; it won't give me back what he stole and that's ok. I accept that. But I want him gone, Dimitri. Not dead. Just gone. I want to live my life with you knowing that while I'm happy- he's suffering- that makes me a horrible person. But I can live with that... But I'd understand if you couldn't-"

I crushed my mouth to hers lifting her up so she straddled my lap. "No more talking." I growled against her lips as I tore off her shirt. I grabbed her breasts in my hands and sucked on the flesh. "I love you."

"Dimitri." Roza whimpered pulling the hair tie for my ponytail. "I want you to fuck me. Now."

I stood up taking her with me; I sat her on her feet helping her out of her clothes before I stripped out of mine. The thought of burying my cock inside of Roza's tight little cunt overshadowed the thought that Abe might kill me for having sex with his daughter in his house.

I grabbed a handful of Roza's hair and pulled her roughly into my arms as I kissed her, I moaned into her mouth as her hand wrapped around my cock. I bit down on her lip earning a throaty moan.

"You promised me I could suck your cock tonight." Roza growled against my lips. "I won't be able to do it during dinner, unless you want my father to cut your cock off?"

"Roza." I really didn't want the image in my head. I shook off the thought forcing her down to her knees. "Shut up and suck."

"Yes sir." She winked before taking my cock into her mouth, I groaned rolling my head back as she took my length down her throat. So warm. I thrusted down her throat, as she began massaging my balls with her hands.

"Fuck!" I growled when I looked down at her. The sight of my Roza on her knees, hand wrapped around my balls, and mouth wrapped around my cock as she looked up at me was almost enough to make me cum. "I love seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock, Roza... So sexy... Fuck, I want to cum filling your mouth. Would you like that? You want me to fill your mouth? Maybe cum on your face? Huh?"

Roza moaned pulling my cock from her mouth. "Yes! I want your cum, please! Fuck my throat, Sir. Fill my mouth with your cum-" I thrusted down her throat, holding a fistful of her hair as I fucked Roza's mouth.

It didn't take much for me to cum, mid thrust down her throat I cum coating her throat causing her to gag and swallow as I pulled out filling her mouth with my cum. I stoked my cock staring at Roza as two long streams of my cum flew over her face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Roza moaned over and over as she cleaned my cock, and my fingers before she even tried to clean herself up. My cum coated her chin and neck; and covered her cheeks and forehead.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, I cleaned her off and licked my cum from her skin before I kissed her. I didn't mind the taste of my own cum especially when I was licking it off of Roza's skin. In the past there was no way I'd lick my own cum off a woman's face, but for Roza I would do it gladly, I loved the way she greedily sucked it off my tongue and the sounds she'd make as she did.

There were a lot of things I did with Roza that I'd never do with another woman.

"Pull your hair back into a ponytail." I ordered as my hands ran over her body, God, I loved her body. It'd only been a few hours since I was last buried inside of her but it felt like a lifetime ago. "Get on the bed. Spread your legs; bend forward, head on the mattress. Finger your pussy I want to see how wet you got sucking my cock."

I stood back watching as she followed my instructions; I stroked my cock feeling myself harden in my hand. "I'm so wet, Sir."

"I can see that." I growled tightening my trip. "Use two fingers. Good girl... Spread your legs wider- beautiful. Are you ready for me baby?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready."

"Do you want me to fuck you, Roza?"

"Yes."

"How? Tell me."

She moaned fingering her pussy. "Slow, and deep. I want to feel all of you. Than I want you to fuck me hard and deep."

I crawled onto the bed behind her; I slid my cock through her folds, circling her clit before I placed my cock at her entrance. "So wet."

"Yes." Roza whimpered fisting her hands in the blanket beneath her. "Please."

I slammed my cock into her pussy, I grunted pushing her head into the mattress as her ass came further back. Perfect: I pulled out slowly and thrusted back in deeper. I did this several times before I began fucking her. I couldn't take my time with her when her family was expecting us downstairs for dinner.

I flipped her over onto her back mid thrust, and grabbed both her legs resting them against my chest as I buried my cock back inside her. My eyes locked with Roza's as I pumped my cock in and out of her clenching pussy.

"Dimitri." She whimpered grabbing hold of the blanket. "More! More. More. Yes! Oh god-" she screamed as I pushed inside her deeper bending her knees back until they touched her stomach. This angle was deeper than before and it touched that spot inside of her that drove her crazy.

I was so close, I could feel my balls tighten and the build up getting closer and closer. I spread Roza's legs keeping them pinned back but allowing myself access to her breasts. I grabbed them in my hands and held them as I fucked her, I pinched twisted and teased her nipples. "Touch your pussy."

Roza's hand circled her clit her entire body shaking; I was surprised she had held on so long. My right hand joined hers as I watched her struggle, I circled it with my thumb; I leaned back and spat on her clit watching as her face crumbled into one of ecstasy.

Roza's walls tightened around my cock and she chanted my name as I pounded her pussy until I cum for the 2nd time filling her tight little pussy.

I leaned down and kissed her lips: my cock was still buried within her and I didn't want to move. "We're going back to my apartment tonight." I whispered against her lips. "The things I want to do to you, Roza... Fuck. I want nothing more than to bend you over again and fuck you until your legs give out-"

Roza grabbed my face in her hands as she kissed me, I moaned thrusting my hips forward feeling my cock harden inside her. "My father is waiting- oh god- we have to go downstairs. I'll suck your cock in the car, and you can pull over somewhere and bend me over the hood- but we have to go downstairs. Now.

Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of Roza's tight cunt and helped her clean up in the bathroom. We dressed and then joined everybody at the dining table. We were the last to arrive and if the look on Roza's 'freshly fucked' face didn't give it away then the fly down on my jeans did.

Christian smirked from across the table. "So, I hear you two took my girlfriend to a sex shop - without me- and got yourselves arrested? When Lissa told me I thought it was because you got caught fucking in the changing rooms-"

"There's always next time." I teased causing Roza to giggle and slap my arm. "I'm joking."

"No, you're not." Roza smiled leaning over and kissing me. "Can we talk about something other than today's events please?"

"Ok..." Christian smiled picking up his wine glass. "...I'm proud to announce that you're looking at the new restaurant owner of the newly renamed Ozera's Element Restaurant!"

"Congratulations." I smiled raising my glass. Everybody was pretty excited about the news, and I could see by the look on Lissa's face that she was so proud of her boyfriend.

"Does this mean you'll be to busy to cook me breakfast in the morning?" Roza questioned once everybody began to settle down. I couldn't help but laugh at my Roza. "Yes, I'm serious. Because I hate cereal! And you make the best scrambled eggs and stuff!"

"I'll still be able to make breakfast-it'll just be earlier or on the weekends. Besides, shouldn't you learn how to cook now since you've got a man?"

Roza glared at Christian. "Excuse me? I am not about to turn into some domesticated housewife! I'm his girlfriend not his personal chef and maid! Dimitri doesn't expect that- right?"

I smirked deciding to play with her. "Well, it would be nice if you cleaned the kitchen, ironed my shirts, and picked up my dry cleaning- ow! I was kidding! Jesus. I'm not stupid. Besides you're a total slob- don't deny it- I'm always picking up your clothes and putting them in the washing machine."

Roza glared at me. "You just called me a slob! Are you fucking serious? I just rocked your world! Sucked your- the point is- you should be thanking me and worshiping me like the goddess that I am!"

I smiled brushing my fingers across her cheek and pulling her close. I kissed her firmly on the lips my tongue teasing her bottom lip earning entrance to her mouth, and causing Roza to moan into my mouth as her fingers fisted in my hair as I bite her bottom lip. "You were saying?"

"What?" She breathed swallowing hard. "I forgot."

I smiled shaking my head as I kissed her forehead. "You are a goddess just not a very neat one."

Roza rolled her eyes but leaned into my side. "We can't both be clean freaks."

"I'm not a clean freak."

"Oh please! You're totally OCD! You have a bookshelf just for cliché western books and movies! Your western books are all categorised by author! And your movies are categorised by director. And there is not one speck of dirt in your apartment. Even your home gym is spotless."

"I have a cleaning lady!" I defended trying to hide my smirk. "And for the record there is nothing cliché about western books or movies. They're iconic."

Roza smirked shaking her head. "You're so full of shit Dimitri Belikov."

Halfway through dinner I found myself discussing sports, and boxing, with Stan Alto. He'd been seated across from me so it made it nearly impossible not to talk to him. But once I was able to get past the fact that he'd taken my Roza's virginity and been the one to 'train' her as a submissive I found that Stan and I actually had a lot in common, and found myself falling into an easy conversation with him.

Though, I still couldn't quiet understand what Roza had seen in him. Stan was a nice enough guy- the age difference was closer to 15 years- and there was definitely this air about him that seemed to repel people. And it seemed the few people he did talk to- Roza aside- he kept his responses brief. But I noticed whenever he looked at Roza, or spoke to her, the tiniest smile would appear on his face and he'd open up up just that little bit more.

Admittedly, I was a little jealous. But Stan wasn't the only 'ex-lover' seated at the table. Abe's Guardian Pavel sat a few seats down chatting away with Abe's 2nd Guardian Mikhail and his wife Sonya. Roza hadn't told me about Pavel herself- Pavel had admitted it while torturing Mason -I don't think he meant to but it was a heat of the moment confession.

The conversation with Stan got a little harder to concentrate on when I felt Roza's hand slide up my thigh. I kept talking not wanting her to stop, nor not wanting to bring Abe's attention back to us. It was hard enough to shake after Roza's little slip up earlier.

Roza stroked my cock through my jeans, her nails clawing at the length of my cock. My zipper came undone and her hand wrapped around my cock pulling it out; thank god for the tablecloth. Roza stroked my length with a firm grip, her thumb circling my head. Up and down… She repeated the movement for several minutes until I was about ready to cum in her hand.

I leaned back in my seat wrapping my arm around Roza's shoulder pulling her close. I pressed my lips to Roza's ear. "You're lucky we're in your fathers house or you'd be under the table choking on my cock... Put it away and say good night. We're leaving. Now."

5 minutes later Roza and I walked hand in hand across the front lawn to Roza's jeep. My cock was throbbing.

"Take your pants off." I ordered as Roza climbed into the passenger seat. Roza wiggled out of her jeans and panties and sat on the leather seat. I turned her towards me, and slipped two fingers straight into her warm pussy.

"What if somebody walks out-" Roza gasped as I spread her legs burying my head between her thighs. I ran my tongue along her lips before I wrapped my mouth around her clit teasing it with my tongue and teeth. "-Oh God!"

I fucked Roza's pussy with my fingers and tongue until she cum riding my face; I kissed her thigh and stepped back shutting the car door. I walked around the driver's side and climbed in.

"Take off the rest of your clothes." I ordered as I started the car, it was a little cold so I turned on the heater. Roza discarded the rest of her cloths and sat naked in her seat. "Touch your pussy but do not cum. Face towards me..." I drove for 10 minutes before I could find somewhere to pull over. I moved the seat back and unbuckled my belt. "...Get over here, now. Suck my cock. Don't stop until I cum."

Roza wrapped her mouth around my cock, I leaned my head back as she bobbed up and down on my length. I ran my hand along her back until I reached her ass spanking it.

I thrusted my cock up into Roza's mouth forcing her head down; I was being a little rougher than I needed to but I was so wound up I fucked her throat ruthlessly: she gagged, scratched, which only drove me crazier.

Roza swallowed my cum and cleaned me up, before she sat back licking her lips. She had tears on her cheeks and I wiped them away. "Thank you, Sir."

I pulled her in and kissed her. "I wasn't too rough?"

"No." Roza smiled into my kiss. "Sir?"

"Yes Roza."

"I want- need- more... I'll do anything you want?" I loved when she made promises like that. I was currently parked on a quiet road, and only the odd car every 5-10 minutes drove past. "I want to bend you over the hood; and fuck your tight wet pussy as cars drive by watching."

Roza bit her lip nodding. "Yes."

Fuck, I loved this woman. I pulled up my pants and climbed out of the car, I held out my hand for Roza to climb over. I pulled her naked body into my arms and kissed her. "Not too cold?"

"It's fine." She whispered against my lips. I carried her to the front of the jeep, and bent her over the hood. I stood the side and spanked her ass. Once, twice, three times. She cried out with each smack asking for another. I knelt down and tasted her pussy once more before I stood back up. I placed my cock at her entrance and thrusted in.

I gripped her hips and pounded into her pussy! Every thrust was met with a scream of pleasure, it echoed off the trees and it spurred me on to go harder. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and drove in harder and deeper.

"Fuck! Roza! You like this, huh? You like the feeling of my cock filling your tight cunt as cars drive by… You like this! Answer me!"

"Yes! Fuc- oh god- don't stop! Don't stop!" Roza screamed meeting my thrust. "Please! I'm so close- Sir! Please! Let me cum! Let me cum! Please! Oh god!"

"Cum." I ordered reaching out to tease her clit. Roza's knees buckled and I held her up as I continued to fuck her, just as she began to calm down her body jerks and her back pressed against mine as she cum a second time. "Fuck- Roza!" I grunted biting into her shoulder as I cum filling her pussy, as I pulled out cum slid down her thighs. "Are you okay, Roza?"

"'Yes sir." Roza moaned resting her head on my shoulder. "Wow."

I breathed in her scent and lifted her up carrying her back to the passenger side. I cleaned up her thighs and helped her dress; I buckled her into her seat and kissed her forehead.

By the time I cleaned myself up and climbed into the drivers seat Roza was already asleep.

I loved this woman.

...Till Next Time...

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This chapter got a little DARK but I think it was the right thing to do. I could have gone in a different direction, and let Abe, Dimitri, and Pavel take care of Mason but that just didn't seem right. Roza suffered at the hands of Mason. Not Abe, Not Dimitri, Not Pavel. Roza isn't some damsel that needs protecting, she's a strong powerful woman, and she's capable of taking care of business just like any man.

So I hope you guys don't judge her.

ALSO, I'm not sure how many more chapter's I'll be able to get out of this story. I've got a few ideas that might expand to another 3 or 4 chapter's but I'm not 100% positive anything is possible.

BE KIND & REVIEW!