Being on top, I managed to get to the disobedient Strigoi first. I threw him against the wall hard…a bit too hard. It had been where Dimitri and I had kissed before, and because of that the wall was weakened.. The Strigoi screamed, and as he fell, we noticed the wall was weak enough to go with him.

But before it did, Dimitri swore in Russian and took off for the entrance to the penthouse. I followed quickly, and as the keypad beeped in approval from Dimitri's code, he thrust the door open and ushered me inside. The door slammed shut behind us.

We were aware of our breathing and that was the only sound that filled the expansive suite we had been given.

Oh God was it luxurious. It made Dimitri's place look like a shack. Diamond chandeliers, gold-engraved wood, a carpet you could sleep on, couches with intricate, hand-woven designs…and hell, a home theater.

And this was only the living room.

Still breathing hard, I turned to Dimitri, eyes sparkling. "This…this is all ours?"

He gave a heart-stopping smile and made our bodies move closer with a hand winding through my hair. "Of course, Roza. Of course…"

My lover picked me up and walked me through the room. "Hey, I defeated him. I'm alpha," I quipped.

He smirked and threw me against the ground roughly and kept me there with his godly body. "True alphas don't play fair." My mouth opened to complain more, but was met with his mouth instead. I didn't resist. I kissed back, tongue finding its way over his fang…and this time, it turned me on.

His body ground against mine, enticing the hungry animal inside of me. I broke away to cry out in pure feral lust. I wanted him. I needed him.

"You're mine, Roza. All mine."

I was slung over his shoulder like some helpless creature, and the next thing I knew I was bouncing up from the impact on a very plush bed. My arms were folded above my head, and I felt cold metal clamping around my wrists. Handcuffs.

My ankles were in his cold grasp, held wide for the world to see. "You are my prey."

He pounced, mouth meeting the most sensitive area of my body. He ripped the soft fabric that covered my sex off with his fangs and stared daggers through my eyes. "And I am going to eat you alive."

And boy, did he eat me. And tease me. Quick hand movements here, light slaps there, a flick of the tongue…

He was in my face now. I felt his hand lightly moving against my body. By this time, I was ready to say yes to anything he asked just to feel orgasm. I was shaking. I couldn't think about anything except Dimitri and his…oh GOD, the most wonderful part of his body.

"Do you want me, Roza?"

I was transfixed by his eyes, dark with a gorgeous red halo around them. I hesitated. "Yes. Forever and always."

He pinched my nipple underneath the dress. I groaned.

"How badly do you want me?" His fingers played around my upper thigh.

"So very, very badly…"

"Then take that filthy piece of clothing off."

I looked down at myself. I was still in the dress and boots.

"I…I can't." I yelped as he grabbed my breast roughly.

"Then I will." He ripped the dress into two and threw the pieces to the side. My boots were ripped off my feet. Now, I was no more than a mindless animal in heat.

He straddled my naked form with his godlike one. The duster was thrown to the side, the shirt pulled off in one fluid motion, boots and socks went flying…but the rest stayed. He moved his lower body towards my mouth.

"I left the rest for you. Take it off."

I put the bulge in my mouth and teased it with my tongue, earning a low growl from my lover. My fangs clamped the zipper and pulled, and once that was done he did the rest. Now all that was left was dark red briefs that fit him very snugly.

I ripped it off with my teeth, and freed the part of him I so very desired…

We had extremely rough sex for about an hour, and every second of it I was in some sort of bondage. He forced me to do everything he commanded, and if I so refused, he would hurt me in some way.

I liked it because it was Dimitri doing it. I didn't like it because I was put in extreme pain, and wasn't on top. He would pay.

When I was finally released from my bondage, we put our clothes back on and snuggled on the couch. My bruises and wounds were already healed.

He flipped through the channels idly and turned to me, my head on his chest. "So Roza? What was that condition you mentioned?"

Oh! I had almost forgotten.

"Flip to HBO." I began to sit up, but he pushed me back.

"That's the condition?" He eyed me suspiciously.

"No, you idiot. You'll see."

He did as I commanded (finally), and there was an advertisement on for the show I had been looking for.

"Listen to the way that guy talks. There's one word that stands out the most." I was trying to hold back a laugh. Oh this was going to be good.

Just as I had expected, the character said the one word I wanted him to. "That word."

"…Why are you making me do this?" His face grew more and more incredulous every time I spoke.

"Okay, I want you to say 'Roza' like he just said that word. You got it?"

He pushed me lightly. "No. I'm not doing it."

"Do it."

"No."

"It's a condition."

"Pick another one."

I sighed with exasperation. "You agreed to the conditions. Just say 'Roza' like he said 'Sookie'. It's very easy."

He was silent for a moment, but finally caved. "Fine."

Dimitri moved us so that he was on top of me and I could view his entire face. He bared his fangs menacingly and breathed heavily upon me.

"Rozah!" The r was rolled more harshly than usual, and he made sure the 'ah' of my nickname was carried out longer than the rest.

There was a long bout of silence. "Hey there, Dimitri Compton."

I burst out laughing.

"Roza…sometimes…augh." He seemed very upset. I just laughed harder.

((Bleh, soccer game got me out of chores...I'll see you all again Saturday. Sorry this chapter sucks.))