Chapter 12

Dean walked around Emilia's apartment like he owned it. With his hands inside the front pockets of his dark blue jeans, he took in all the details of the place: from the teal-colored walls of the living room to the burning vanilla candles on the center of the kitchen island to the alphabetically organized bookshelf beside the flat screen television. He saw her bedroom door open but decided not to go in yet, saving the private place for exploring later.

When he turned around, he found Emilia leaning against the door, her hands placed on the back of her neck and her head down. Dean walked towards her and stood in front of her. He took her chin and slowly lifted her head, his blue eyes connecting instantly with hers. The pale orange light coming from the burning candles illuminated her eyes and made her features stand out by casting shadows in the right places and highlighting her some parts of her face. She was almost like a carefully carved marble statue with clear glass eyes.

"You look like you don't miss me."

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head. He took his hand off Emilia's chin but he kept his eyes on hers.

"How did you find me?"

Emilia asked. It wasn't the first thing that came to her mind but she chose to say what she just said. She was already in trouble and she didn't want to make things worse by saying something Dean wouldn't want to hear.

"Your disappearance was like a puzzle. It didn't take me long to put the pieces together."

Dean smirked. Emilia fought the urge to roll her eyes. She hated how cryptic he was sometimes. Her mind was empty because of the various emotions that she was feeling. She felt scared, betrayed, and nervous. Scared and nervous because she doesn't know what Dean's going to do to her for what she did and betrayed because she thought Seth could save her from Dean.

A few seconds passed and Dean walked away from Emilia yawning. Emilia watched where he was going and saw him walking to her bedroom. When he opened the door, he turned around instead of going inside.

"I'm sleepy. Let's go to bed, love."

Emilia didn't want to share her bed with Dean but she didn't want to sleep on the couch so she went to her bedroom. As she turned on the lamp, she heard Dean closing the door. When she sat on the bed, she saw him turning the lock on the doorknob. She swallowed and felt her heart sink. She knew that they weren't going to sleep because Dean obviously had other plans. When Dean turned around to look at her, he found her holding the cross pendant of her silver necklace. He frowned, a little annoyed at the action.

"Stop holding that stupid thing."

Dean told her as he stood in front of her. Emilia raised her head and looked at him with narrowed eyes. He had offended her but he didn't care about what she felt at the moment.

"This thing is sacred, not stupid."

After Emilia said that, Dean slapped her. He slapped her so hard that she fell down sidewards on her bed. Dean took her hair and roughly untied it, throwing her hair tie on the floor. Her hair fell on her shoulders, covering her face. Emilia could no longer hold in her tears.

"Dean, I'm so sorry! Please, stop!"

Emilia begged him as she rubbed the side of her face. Dean suddenly yanked her hair back and placed his lips next to her left ear.

"You're not sorry."

Emilia closed her eyes and moved as much as she can. She stopped moving when she felt Dean's rough hand on her right thigh, stroking it up and down.

"I really am sorry, Dean."

Dean pulled her hair as he looked at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and her cheeks were wet. He still found her beautiful.

"If you are, prove it."

Emilia's eyes met his. There was a tint of rage and lust in his blue eyes, making them look dark. It made her feel worse.

"How?"

She asked, even though she didn't really want to know. Hearing the word delighted Dean. She seemed willing to do anything for his forgiveness and he fought the urge to grin as he thought of things that he could tell her to do.

Dean pushed her down on the bed, straddling her. Emilia protested by moving but she received another slap. The stinging feeling went back to her right cheek and it was more painful.

"Seeing you resisting me is turning me on, but I want you to just lie down and enjoy what I'm about to do to you."

Emilia didn't move, not wanting to get slapped for the third time. When she felt Dean's hands going up the side of her thighs, she closed her eyes and prayed to God for strength.

When Dean found the waistband of her black boyshorts and panties, he took them and pulled them down harshly, exposing Emilia's womanhood. As he stared at it, his pants suddenly felt tight. For a virgin, she was neat because she shaved. He felt thirsty and it was like he just found an oasis in a hot desert.

Dean kissed both of her hipbones, looking at Emilia as he did. Before going lower, he took Emilia's neck and squeezed it.

"Fucking look at me Emilia and don't close your eyes. You need to see how good I can make you feel."

Emilia was forced to open her eyes. When she opened them, Dean took her boyshorts and panties off completely and threw them down the floor. He grabbed her knees and pulled her legs apart. Emilia wanted to close her eyes but Dean squeezed her throat again, keeping them from closing.

Dean planted a kiss under belly button. He kept kissing downward until he found her untouched womanhood. His length hardened as he took in the unique scent of her. His free hand spread her legs wider while he readjusted his other hand around her neck. When her legs were wide enough for him, he kissed her inner thighs and placed his hand on her waist. He licked her from the bottom to the top slowly, letting his tongue feel her smooth folds. Emilia squirmed, not liking the way his tongue felt on her. Dean did it again and again, not breaking their eye contact. Emilia started feeling warm and found herself surrendering to the pleasure. In her head she didn't want this, but her body had given up.

When Dean found her clit, he moved his tongue back and forth against it quickly for a few times. Emilia involuntarily gasped, surprising herself and Dean. Dean grunted and continued his assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves, savoring the taste of her and set on making her come. Emilia felt like she was on fire and a knot was starting to tighten in her abdomen.

Suddenly, Emilia screamed and thrashed. She felt like she was falling from the edge of a cliff and all she could see was white. She was hot and wet.

Dean stood up and stared at Emilia as he licked his lips. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red and she was sweaty. Her dark brown hair surrounded her head and her chest was going up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her womanhood was glistening and Dean wanted to bury himself inside of her so deep but he stopped himself before could do so.

When Emilia opened her eyes, Dean was no longer in the room with her.

Emilia stood up from the bed and took her discarded panties and boyshorts from the floor. She put them on and jumped on her bed. She took the sheets and covered her entire body with it. She started crying as she thought about what just happened. No man has ever done that to her before and she felt dirty and disgusted. She also felt disappointed and confused because she didn't even try hard enough to stop Dean and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop. She almost wanted him to do what he just did to her again.

Waking up to the sound of Dean's moan ruined Emilia's day even though it hasn't started yet.

Her bedroom door was closed but the door to the bathroom was half-open. Still feeling sleepy, Emilia decided not to stand and just take the covers off her upper body. She raised her head, looking at the direction of the bathroom. She couldn't see much, but the shower curtains were closed and the shower was on and there were clothes on the floor. Suddenly, what Dean was doing hit her hard like a ball against her head – he was masturbating.

Emilia went under the sheets and closed her eyes. She heard and caught Sebastian doing it numerous times when they were teenagers. He told her it was natural for a guy to do it and some girls do it but they don't want to admit it to anyone. She didn't try doing it because of her vow of abstinence. She took a pillow and blocked out the sound of Dean's moans by covering her head with it and before she even knew it, she was asleep again.

God damn it, Emilia, Dean thought to himself as he let himself come. It was so intense that he had to hold the towel bar so he wouldn't slip in the shower. When he'd pulled himself together, Dean took a cold shower. After that, he got dressed in his clothes from the night before and went out of Emilia's bathroom. On his way out of her bedroom, he saw her slender leg dangling out of the sheets. The doorbell rang when he was closing her bedroom door.

Dean walked towards the front door and opened it. He found a woman with a light blonde bob standing in front of him, wearing a gray pantsuit and carrying two large brown paper bags. She had a smile on her heart-shaped face and it was as bright as the sun that was shining outside.

"Good morning! You must be one of Emilia's friends."

Daisy told Dean. The smile was still on her face even though she thinks it's weird that Emilia has someone over. She thought that she was all alone.

"I'm much more than a friend, I'm her boyfriend."

Dean smirked with pride. It was the first time he'd said the word out loud and it felt good. Daisy almost dropped the paper bags that she was holding but she tightened her hold on them.

"Oh. Well, it's really good to meet you…"

Daisy stopped talking, not sure of what to say next because she didn't know his name and she was hoping that he would tell her.

"Dean Ambrose. And you are?"

Dean said. He already knows who she is, but he didn't want her to know that.

"Mrs. Daisy Morris, I'm Emilia's sister-in-law. I'd shake your hand but my hands are full."

Daisy and Dean chuckled as she held up the paper bags. He opened the door and got out of the way. "Come in, Daisy. Can I call you Daisy? And would you like me to take those?"

"Please. And of course you can, Dean."

Dean closed the front door and took the paper bags from Daisy. Daisy followed Dean to the kitchen and they stood there silently after he had placed the paper bags on top of the counter, near the sink. It was rude to stare but Daisy did it a lot - it was a part of her job. As she stared at Dean, who was lighting up a cigarette, she started inspecting him discreetly. His hair was wet and tousled, there were dark circles under his eyes, and there was stubble, fading bruises and scratch marks on his face. So far, he looks normal to Daisy and she thinks that he's handsome and polite.

Dean took a long drag from his newly lit cigarette as he set aside the box of matches and cigarettes on the counter. When he looked at Daisy, she looked a little too fascinated with the cupboards above him.

"You like Emilia's cupboards?"

Dean asked, tapping the ash off his cigarette on the sink. Daisy didn't know what he was talking about for a few seconds until she finally understood what he meant. She laughed and nodded.

"I do, they're perfectly crafted."

Dean nodded before taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Daisy?"

Daisy turned around and found Emilia standing in front of her bedroom door, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was a tangled heap of waves and she looked exhausted even though she just woke up.

"Good morning! You must be hungry. I brought brunch."

Daisy walked towards Emilia. Suddenly, Emilia grabbed her and pulled her by the arm, taking her to the bedroom. When the two of them were in her bedroom, Emilia locked the door. Daisy stood in front of her feeling confused.

"Daisy, you need to leave. Now!"

Emilia told Daisy even though she just locked the door. Daisy raised an eyebrow at her.

"But I just got here. What's wrong with you and why is the half of your face swollen? And are those bruises around your neck?"

Daisy stepped closer towards Emilia to get a better look at her but Emilia took a few steps back and held a finger up to her lips, showing Daisy to be quiet.

"Dean's dangerous and you have no idea how crazy he could be."

"Then let's have brunch with him so I could get an idea."

Before Emilia could stop Daisy, Daisy unlocked and opened the bedroom door and went back to the kitchen. Emilia followed her sluggishly.

Emilia didn't enjoy having brunch with Daisy and Dean, even though the food was delicious. She was surprised to see Dean acting not like himself and felt even more surprised to see Daisy getting along with well with him. She didn't like it because Daisy would think he's normal and she knows that he's not. She did everything she could to provoke him, to bring out his natural self, but her efforts were wasted because Dean continued being decent with her and Daisy.

When it was time for Daisy to go, Dean offered to clean up while Emilia escorted Daisy to the front door. The two women went out of the apartment.

"Sometimes he's nice, sometimes he's not. I can't figure him out."

Emilia crossed her arms and looked down, sighing.

"I can't figure him out for you unless he agrees to go to a session."

The feeling of hopelessness washed over Emilia. Daisy was the second person to let her down, Seth being the first. She didn't know who else she could talk to about Dean.

"I really need your help, Daisy. Help me before I go crazy."

Daisy nodded once and hugged Emilia.

"I'll do what I can, Emilia. Goodbye."

Emilia hugged Daisy back and watched the older woman walk down the hall and step inside the elevator. She didn't want to go back inside her apartment, but she did. When she was back inside, Dean was done cleaning up. She looked for him but she didn't find him anywhere; he wasn't in the living room or out in the balcony. When she entered her bedroom, she found him on her bed, lying on his side with his back facing her. He saved her a space on the bed, knowing that she would want to go back to sleep. She didn't have the strength to stay awake so she got in the bed, feeling uncomfortable with Dean next to her. She closed her eyes, wishing sleep would come and take her because it helped her escape from everything temporarily.

Author's note: I don't write smut a lot so if you found the smut in this chapter awkward, I'm sorry. I don't know how some writers write smut, it's not easy. Anyway, I feel like this is sorta another filler chapter. I don't know, ugh! It's hard to write when you're uninspired and unmotivated. Thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites. - C x