Chapter 13

"So, are you enjoying the party?"

Emilia heard someone say. She looked to her right and found Roman sitting next to her on the blue velvet loveseat with a half-full beer mug in his left hand. His long black hair was tied in a ponytail and he looked tired.

"Does it look like I'm enjoying the party?"

Emilia said icily, taking a sip from her glass of red wine. Roman slightly shifted in his seat, regretting trying to talk to her. Dean has definitely rubbed off on her.

"Sorry, I didn't know what to say. I'm a man of few words."

Roman apologized before drinking beer from his mug. Emilia bit her lower lip as she swirled the bittersweet purplish red liquid in her glass. She felt bad for snapping at Roman. She rarely talked to him and now that they're having a conversation, she decides to be a bitch to him. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I don't like parties, especially this kind of party."

Emilia grimaced as she took in the sight in front of her and Roman: Dean was sitting on the hotel bed with two topless women, both blonde while Seth was in a chair opposite the bed receiving a lap dance from a fake redhead. Loud instrumental rock music was playing and the air was filled with the scent of alcohol and sweat. The three men were celebrating their victory, because hours ago they've won the United States Championship and the Tag Team titles at the Extreme Rules pay-per-view.

Roman nodded. He put his beer mug down on the coffee table in front of the loveseat and relaxed, placing his arms behind his head.

"It's okay. You're a woman, of course you won't like this kind of party. Unless you're a lesbian, which you're not. Plus your boyfriend's over there frolicking with two half-naked prostitutes."

Emilia placed her glass of red wine next to Roman's beer mug and crossed her legs.

"You're right about the first part. I don't care about Dean, though."

Roman narrowed his eyes at Emilia.

"You sure?"

Emilia nodded firmly.

"I'm sure."

Roman smirked teasingly.

"Whatever you say, Emilia."

Emilia glared at him and took her glass of wine as Roman chuckled. As she drank the contents of the glass, she stared at Dean and the two blonde women. The three of them were having fun and the women were giggling as they touched Dean in inappropriate places. She wanted nothing more than to get Dean away from her but now that he's in the company of other women, she wanted him close to her.

I don't want him, Emilia thought to herself. She repeated the words in her head, trying to convince herself that she really didn't want him. Just when she thought that it worked, she saw Dean shoving his tongue inside the mouth of one of the blondes.

Emilia stood up abruptly, startling Roman. Suddenly, she threw the wine glass down on the floor. The dark-colored carpet quickly soaked up most of the liquid and the glass shattered into thousand tiny pieces. Everyone's eyes were on her now.

Before anyone could say something, Emilia was out of the room.

As she walked down the narrow hallway, Emilia tried to figure out what she felt towards Dean with no luck. She loathed the man, but she longed for him, for his attention and affection.

"You're going crazy."

Emilia told herself and she chuckled as she balled her fists. Tears were making their way out of her blue eyes and when she got to her and Dean's hotel room, she was crying.

Emilia sat on the bed. She buried her tear-stained face in her sweaty shaking hands. The sound of the door opening and slamming shut didn't stop her from crying.

Dean thought that this was going to be a good night. He was now the United States Champion and he was seconds away from having a threesome. But Emilia ruined everything.

"What the fuck is your problem?!"

Dean asked her in a thundering voice as he paced back and forth in front of her. He ran his hands through his hair. Emilia took her hands off her face and looked at him. She stood up from the bed and stood in front of Dean, stopping him from pacing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

Emilia pushed him, but Dean didn't move.

"You're my fucking problem. What happened back there?"

"Oh, so you noticed me even though you were too busy making out with that blond bitch."

Dean rolled his eyes and laughed. Emilia felt herself blushing. From embarrassment or anger, she didn't know. Probably both.

"Were you... jealous of her?"

Emilia's eyes narrowed and she swiftly shook her head.

"No!"

"Then why the fuck are you acting like this?"

Emilia pulled her hair, wanting to scream. Instead she sighed.

"I don't know."

Dean groaned. All he cared about at the moment was his needs and he can't and didn't want to deal with Emilia's emotions.

"This is your fucking fault. We had a deal but you denied me. I'm frustrated, Emilia. Sexually frustrated. You don't want to have sex with me so I'm going to do it with somebody else."

Dean turned around and went to the door. He was about to grab the doorknob when he felt Emilia's hand on his shoulder.

"Stay. Please. I take it back."

Dean locked the door and faced her.

"What?"

Emilia was nibbling on her tongue, thinking whether or not she should say what she wants to say. If she says it, there's no going back.

"We made a deal – if you won, I'll have sex with you. If you didn't, I won't. You won but I said no. But I take it back. I'm saying yes to you, Dean."

Dean smirked. He held Emilia's waist and pulled her close to him, his arousal starting to build up.

"You just made me the happiest man on Earth right now, Emilia Leigh Morris."

Emilia swallowed and nodded. Dean's smirk turned into a smile. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was about to happen.

Dean lost his self-control when he heard Emilia saying yes. It sounded so sweet, and he was wondering if her moans would sound as sweet or even sweeter. He was going to find out shortly.

When they made it to the bed, Dean lay Emilia on the bed gently. She expected him to throw her down carelessly on the bed, but he didn't and she was somewhat thankful. Dean got on top of her and kissed her slowly. Emilia kissed him back, surprising herself and Dean. Dean was even more surprised when he felt her hands on the collar of his shirt. Taking it as a sign, Dean pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"Take it off."

He whispered. As he said what he just said, his lips brushed against hers. Emilia rose from the bed a bit and let her hands go down his toned torso. Dean sighed at the feeling. When her hands found the hem of his shirt, she slowly lifted it up. Dean helped her take his shirt off by placing his hands on top of hers and when they were done Dean tossed his shirt on the floor. Dean went back to kissing her. Emilia's hands were glued to his pectorals, her nails slightly digging into his skin.

Dean licked her lower lip and she opened her mouth. His tongue tangled with hers immediately. The taste of whiskey and red wine and cigarette mixed, creating an unusual flavor to the kiss. Emilia's hands had found Dean's blonde hair and she lightly tugged on it. Everything felt so good and she was starting to get lost in the building pleasure. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted this. She's waited too long.

Dean detached his lips from Emilia's and went to her neck. He took a deep breath and inhaled her scent before planting a kiss on the skin that connects her neck to her shoulder. As he showered her skin with wet kisses, Emilia bit her swollen lower lip to prevent a moan from coming out of her mouth. Dean's kisses turned into bites, making her release the moan she was trying to suppress. The sound she just made increased Dean's desire for her.

Dean's hands were on Emilia's chest, fondling her clothed breasts. When he found the first button of her pink ruffled silk blouse, it took him a few minutes to unbutton it. Instead of unbuttoning the second one, Dean took the delicate fabric and ripped her shirt open. The buttons of Emilia's shirt flew in different directions. Emilia gasped but Dean just kissed her forehead.

"I'll replace it."

Emilia couldn't find the strength to speak, so she just nodded. Dean started kissing the other side of her neck as his hands went under her, searching the clasp of her bra. In a second, Dean found it and unlocked it with just two fingers. He pulled down the straps and Emilia extended her arms so Dean could take it off her. It joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Dean's lips moved downward and eventually made it to the top of her right breast. He looked up and looked into her eyes before wrapping his mouth around her nipple. He lightly sucked on it before flicking his tongue against it back and forth, making it hard. Emilia felt herself rising off the bed and her left hand was gripping the bed sheet while her right hand was ruffling Dean's hair. Dean did the same to her other breast while his arms supported some of his weight, not wanting to make Emilia feel uncomfortable. He wanted this to feel as good as it can for her, for the both of them.

Dean stopped his assault on Emilia's breasts and got off her. He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on top of her knees. Slowly, he parted her legs and placed himself between them. Emilia watched him and waited for his next move. Dean's hands moved up her thighs, leaving a hot trail on the places were his hands have just been. When his hands were on top of the waistband of her jeans, Emilia almost forgot to breathe. She closed her eyes and focused on the sweet sensations. Dean wanted to take his time with her, but he wasn't sure how long he was going to last.

His fingers flew to the fly of her jeans and quickly pulled down the zipper. It all happened so fast – one minute Dean was just taking her jeans off and then she felt his long fingers plunging in and out of her warm dripping core while his thumb and tongue were moving against her throbbing clit. Emilia felt like she had a fever and like something inside her was going to explode. Suddenly, she was twitching and screaming but Dean was able to steady her. He kept doing what he was doing until she recovered.

Dean stood up from the floor and started taking his pants off. Her eyes were still closed and even though she wanted to open them, she kept them shut. She closed her eyes tighter when she heard the buckle of Dean's belt hitting the floor. Minutes later, she felt Dean on top of her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her flushed face and held both of her hands. He brought her hands up to her sides. He kissed her on the neck before moving his head to place his lips next to her ear.

"I hope you're ready, because this is going to hurt."

When Emilia opened her eyes, she saw Dean's face. She could see the lust in his eyes, making his blue orbs look darker.

"Dean-"

Emilia whimpered and closed her eyes when she felt Dean pushing into her, stretching her. Dean felt Emilia's hands holding his tighter and he kept going in, until he was buried in her to the hilt. They were both panting now.

"I'm going to start moving, okay? Open your eyes and look at me."

Emilia nodded. A teardrop escaped her right eye when she opened her eyes.

"Okay."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Dean asked. He hoped that she wouldn't say that he should stop, because he was only starting. Emilia shook her head.

"Don't stop."

Dean nodded and slowly pulled himself out of her. Emilia sighed at the feeling of him. He went in and out of her slowly for a few times until he picked up the pace. Emilia felt every inch of his hot member and Dean loved how tight and wet she was. Only the squeaking of their bed and their moans could be heard in the room. Both of them wanted it to last forever, but they came suddenly at the same time. Dean got off Emilia and lay at her side. Emilia took a deep breath and turned to face Dean. His chest was moving up and down as he breathed. She's seen him naked before and that's when she accidentally walked in on him while he was getting dressed for a match. It was the first time she's gotten a good look at him and his length was above average. She didn't know how he was able to fit it inside of her.

When Dean opened his eyes, he smirked when he caught Emilia staring at him.

"Like what you see?"

He teased her. Emilia blushed.

"It's just... this is the first time I'm seeing you like this."

"You mean naked?"

"Yeah."

Dean couldn't help but smile. Emilia bowed her head, letting some of her brown hair cover her face. Dean moved towards her and cupped her cheek.

"How was it?"

He asked even though he knew the answer. Of course Emilia would say that it was amazing, because he's the first guy she's done this with. But Dean wasn't really sure of himself. He knew he did well, but he wanted Emilia to confirm it.

"It was... incredible. Thank you."

Emilia moved forward and kissed Dean. When she pulled back, Dean was grinning from ear to ear.

"You're welcome."

Emilia yawned. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. She looked over her shoulder and saw Dean putting his boxers on. When he turned around, she yawned once again.

"I'm going to go to sleep. Good night, Dean."

"Sleep well, Emilia."

Dean said. He grabbed his lighter and pack of cigarettes from their nightstand. When he got it, Emilia's phone fell on the floor. He picked it up and the screen lit up – there was a text message from Daisy. Instead of reading the text message, he placed it back on the nightstand and went to the kitchen to smoke.

Author's note: I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting for ten months for a new chapter. This chapter is my apology to you - I hope you like it and it's enough to make up for the torture that I put you through. And oh, if you want to, you can listen to the song Dark in my Imagination by of Verona when you get to the lovemaking. Leave your reactions, thoughts, suggestions, and everything else in a review. Thank you for reading this, I love you! - C x