So this chapter is kind of creepy. I decided to write a sort of long one. Let me know what you think.
I was taken out of my observing by two large hands grabbing my waist and turning me around. My lips were met by warm soft ones and my senses were set on fire. Deep electric currents shot down my legs and my whole body warmed up. Dimitri tightened his grip on my waist and pressed his body flush up against mine. He started to move me backwards and eventually the back of my legs hit the bed. I fell backwards onto the bed and Dimitri followed. He tangled his hand in my hair and the other hand slowly moved down to my outer thigh and brought it up to wrap around his waist. If I thought my body was warm before it was nothing compared to now. He was being so slow and affectionate that I felt like a 15-year-old girl getting kissed for the first time. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and I finally got my courage back. I pushed on his chest and rolled us over. While I was laying on top of him I ran my fingers up under his shirt while I kissed him ravenously. He wrapped his arms around my waist again but pulled his face away from mine.
"Slow down Roza. We have lots of time to do that." He says to me in a deep low voice indicating that he was having a hard time letting go as well.
"I don't want to slow down." I tell him.
"Why don't we go relax in the hot tub?" He suggests. My interest in other activities instantly perk up.
"Hot tub?" I ask. Excitement laced into my voice. He chuckles.
"Yes. Come on." He says and then pulls both of us off of the bed.
He leads us through the cabin's back door and there lay the hot tub. It was actually deep looking. About 4 1/2 feet deep but it was not very wide. Not that it would matter. I didn't want to be away from Dimitri anyway.
"Do you want to go in?" Dimitri asks while I stand and image all the things we could do in this hot tub. I chuckle at his impatience and nod my head. He starts the hot tub and I rush into the cabin to look for my bikini. I decide on my plain black one. It's not like I'll be wearing it for very long. I head back out to the deck where the hot tub was and saw Dimitri already in.
"About time you got out here." He says while leaning his head back. Eyes closed.
"I had to change." I tell him. He opens his eyes and looks at me with surprise.
"Roza. We've been married for 9 years. You don't have to wear a swim suit." I just look at him feeling dumb. Of course I didn't have to wear a swim suit. I decide to tease him and slowly undo the strings to my bikini top. His eyes grow dark as my top falls to the floor. I love when he looks at me like this. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.
"Don't stop there." He says to me with a husky low voice. I smirk as I realize what he means. I slowly then pull down my bikini bottoms giving his a perfect view. He bites his lip and gives me the come-hither finger. I can't help the blush that paints my cheeks. I slide into the hot tub next to him and he instantly attacks my neck with soft gentle kisses. I caress the back of his neck with my palm and pull him closer to me to add the pressure to his kisses. He leans over me and connects his lips to mine. I feel his hand on my waist and I pull away.
"I thought you wanted to slow down." I tease him. He gives me a soft quick kiss.
"I changed my mind." He says and then assaults my lips again. I let out a giggle with my mouth covered and pull him closer. Excited about spending the next few hours in the hot tub.
APOV
I sat at the bar fuming over the disastrous news. She left with him. She left to have a romantic get a way with him. He was nothing compared to me. I could give her everything. Yet she stays with the bastard. How could she not see how much I love her. How great I would treat her if she stayed with me. We could live together and get married and eventually have a bunch of babies. I would treat her like a queen and I would be her king. We would be perfect.
She is so sexy, I dream about touching her every night. I dream of what it would be like to have her. To really have her. To feel her moving and moaning in my arms. I'd smell her sweet vanilla scent on my sheets afterwards. She is like a drug to me. And I am in desperate need of a fix.
"Can I get you anything honey?" I was rudely brought out of my fantasy by the bartender.
"No thanks." I wave her off. She apparently didn't get the message.
"You sure? You're looking kind of down." She says in an overly sweet voice. I finally look up to tell her off.
"Look I'm fine I-Sydney?" I ask in astonishment. There she is in all her beauty. Brown eyes and blond hair. A cute button nose that I would kiss in the morning as she woke up. The lovely cupids bow lips that tasted like sweet caramel when I kissed them.
"Uhh. No sweetie my name is Brittany." She points to her name tag. I look down to read that it actually says Brittany and look back up. Her face looks different now. Not portraying my lovely Sydney but the face of a complete stranger. I am momentarily lost for words. She was right there. Right in front of my and now all I see is this stranger. I simply stare at her hoping Sydney's face will show up again. No. Stop it right now. Sydney is gone. You love Rose now. Rose. Rose. My sweet little Rose.
"Hey are you okay?" Brittany asks.
"Uh yeah. Sorry I thought you were someone else." I explain and get up not giving her the chance to reply. I head out of the bar and head towards my car. It is probably not smart to drive while drunk but I needed my Rose fix. I was an addict and I needed to see her. Love makes us do stupid things.
I get into my car and drive away to find my love.
I get drawn into a long distant memory while I drive.
*FLASHBACK*
I stared at her. Stared. And stared. And stared. I had her tied up to a chair in my living room. Tape was over her mouth to hush any screams she may try to make. She smelt like Lavender and sweet bread. Strange combination but she made it work. I got up from my chair. One that was sitting across from hers. I leaned down and planted a kiss to her forehead. That seems to wake her because she started to stir. I went to sit back down right as she opened her eyes. She looked around frantically and once her eyes landed on me they widened and she tried to scream. She was making muffled screams but most was concealed by the tape. My neighbors were on vacation so no one would hear her. I had to punish her. She was going to just throw our love away like it was nothing. Throw it away like it meant nothing. We were soul mates. We needed to stay together.
"Stop screaming. You're wasting your energy. No one is around to hear you." I tell her not letting any emotion seep into my words. She halted her screams and just stared at me breathing hard.
I continued. "Now here is the deal. We are going to talk. If you scream or make any loud noises to alert anyone I will hit you. I'm going to remove the tape. Do we have a deal?" I ask. She stares at me for a few moments and then nods. I rip the tape off rather aggressively and sit back down.
"Why are you doing this?" She asks while tears run down her cheeks.
"You were going to give up on us. You were leaving me." I remind her. My heart races with the idea.
"You can't keep me prisoner forever." She says while sniffling.
"I don't want to keep you prisoner forever. I just want you to see reason. When you have-and you will- then you will be let go and we can resume our relationship." I tell her without any sort of emotion getting loose. On the inside I was going crazy with anxiety and fear that she wouldn't see reason.
"There is no relationship. I don't want to be with you. I don't love you." She spits out with hate. My control snaps. I jump up and punch her as hard as I can. Her face whips back at the impact. My fist stings.
"Now Sydney. You're saying harsh words that will not be tolerated. We both know that you don't mean that so STOP being a fucking bitch and talk to me with kindness." I say while shaking. I try to keep my voice calm but the anger leaks through anyway. Sydney is still in shock from the hit and stays silent. I grab her chin and force her to look into my eyes. "Understand?" I ask. She gives a slight nod. "Good."
As I go to sit back down she speaks. "Please Adrian. Please let me go." She pleads with me rather pathetically. I laugh. And then look at her with complete seriousness.
"I will never let you go."
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I was taken out of my memory when I pulled up to Rose's house. I knew that Rose wasn't here but I guess this is as good as any. I needed to at least be surrounded by something that reminded me of her. I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. Locked. Not a problem. I picked the lock and stepped inside. Hmm. No alarm? They must have forgotten to set it because the green flashing light indicated that they indeed had an alarm. I kept the lights off but took in a deep breath. The sweet sweet smell of Rose lingered in the air. As well as another scent. I instantly recognized that as her husband's scent and scowled. I promptly ignored it and headed upstairs. Her bedroom. A large bed with a white fluffy comforter was the first thing that I noticed. I layed on their bed and pressed my nose to the pillow. I was consumed by vanilla. This is where she lays at night. I relaxed on the bed for moments longer before getting up and searching through her closet.
Black. Mostly black outfits. I remember how much Rose loved to wear black. It was probably because she looks so good in black. I ran my fingers over the fabrics and ran her blouse along the side of my face. Such a soft shirt. I could image Rose in it.
I then moved to her dresser. I opened the first drawer and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was her underwear drawer. She had a large variety of lacy thongs and nighties. She had see through bras and nylons I felt my heart beat pick up at the image of Rose wearing all of these. I could picture her posing for me wearing all of this lace. I never knew she loved to wear lace. I never had the pleasure of seeing what she wore under her clothes. I layed back on the bed and pictured t now.
"Adrian." She would draw me out with her sultry voice. She would be standing before me with almost nothing on. My head rested on her pillow as I imaged all the things that would soon come.
So that was a super freaky chapter. I really strayed away from Adrian's original character but I wanted to have a crazy character and in most stories that is Tasha. Let me know if I over did it on the craziness.
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