AN: Rated M, not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18.
CHAPTER TEN
ROSE POV
"Do you know if classes are still in session?" I ask Dimitri as we walk to Vikas dorm.
"I don't believe so, the trials took up most of the day. Why do you ask?"
"I don't have a key to the dorm and I'm not sure if Viktoria will be in there."
Dimitri comes to a stop, a smile gracing his face and it makes my stomach twist.
"Viktoria? Do you know her last name?"
Confused, I shake my head, "Um, no I don't think I caught it."
"Do you know her grade?"
"She's a Junior, why?"
He smiles and shakes his head, starting to walk again.
"I think you were sharing a room with my sister. I had meant to surprise her earlier but we arrived late to campus and I had to hurry to the gym.
The inkling of jealousy I had been feeling disappeared and I smiled at him.
"Golden brown hair? Obsessed with American pop culture."
He laughs, "Yup, that's her."
We get to the dorm and I hold back a little bit away from the door.
He notices and asks if there's something wrong.
"No, not at all, I want you to have your moment with your sister."
He smiles and raps on the door.
It swings open and after a moment I hear a blood curdling scream and then all of a sudden she jumps into his arms, clinging to him like a spidermonkey.
He wraps his arms around her and chuckles, "Missed me, little sis?" He says in Russian and she babbles back to him through her tears.
"OhmygoshDimikaIcan'tbelieveyourhere . . . "
The moment feels too personal and I look down to my shoes, feeling like an outsider.
After a few moments and a lot of crying on Vikas' part, she drops down to the floor and realizes I'm here.
"Oh, gosh, Rose, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, You've met my brother?"
I smile and nod, "I did, he's actually going to be my mentor for the Trials."
She squeals and jumps up and down, hugging me.
"That means you did well in the first Trial then, right?"
"Yep, sure did."
Dimitri scoffs and leads us into the dorm room, "She's being modest, Vika, she ended her opponent in 5 seconds flat and earned first rank."
"Holy shit!" That set her off on a flurry of questions but Dimitri stopped her.
"We can talk later, Vika, and I'm sure the tapes will be out soon and you can watch for yourself, we need to get her stuff and head to the cabins to get some rest."
"Fine, but I want every detail!" I start packing my things and Vika helps out. "You can wait outside, Dimika, we've got this."
He nods, kissing her goodbye on the cheek. Once the door closes behind him Viktoria rushes over to me, "Omg, Rose! You've got to help me!"
Panic takes over my body at her words and crazed look in her eyes, "What? What's wrong, Viktoria?"
"As happy as I am to see my brother, you have got to keep him as busy as possible! He'll, like, totally freak out if he sees me have any fun!"
I pause for a second and burst into laughter, "Okay, girl, you got it!"
Her shoulders slump relieved, "Ugh, thank you, I owe you one!"
Oh, don't worry, the pleasures all mine to keep that man occupied.
I pack away the few things I had out and hug Vika goodbye, but we make plans to have lunch tomorrow and I give her my phone number.
"I'm really happy I've met you, Rose, I hope we can be great friends."
"Trust me, Vika, we will be. No doubt about it."
Bag in hand I leave her dorm and see Dimitri leaning up against the wall waiting for me, looking like a sexy cowboy.
He silently takes my bag from me and leads us back out, a look of bemusement on his way too handsome face.
"What's that look for?"
He doesn't answer right away but then flashes his perfectly white teeth, "I love my sister but she can be forgetful. Like about the fact that those walls are paper thin and I heard every word."
I giggle and throw him my best man eater smile.
"Hmm, well, lucky for her, I don't make promises lightly, so you will be busy these next three months, as she enjoys her youth."
The amusement on his face doesn't disappear completely but it does morph into something darker and heavier. I hope the same thoughts are spinning through his head as mine as to what we could be doing with one another while she runs wild.
We look away and walk in silence through the semi busy courtyard and head off the main campus and into the surrounding wooded area. Luckily lights are posted throughout or else this would be majorly creepy, even more so than back home.
After about five minutes of walking we turn a bend in the trees and a small cabin appears, the interior lights already on for us.
When we enter, I'm hit by a gust of warm air, courtesy of the fireplace taking up the middle of the main wall and I realize how cold I had been.
I walk over to it, noting my huge pink suitcase by the small round dinette table, and crouch by the fire extending my numb hands to it for them to defrost.
I had the whole walk here to try to figure out how I want to play this, what I should say, and came up with nada.
I don't want to ignore what I know, and feel but . . . what if I'm mistaken? What if he only sees me as just a novice, what if Rhonda was a big fat liar and just wanted to liven up a young girl's day?
"Roza." He says, voice thick and I straighten from my crouch and turn to see him gripping the back of the couch.
"Roza?" I breathe out.
"It's your name, in Russian."
Oh, yeah, duh, I knew that, keep it together, Hathaway,
How do I tell him?
"I already know."
DIMITRI POV
I can see the war clear as day on her gorgeous face.
"K-know what?"
I grip the couch harder, stopping myself from going to her and doing what I want.
"My Babushka, her name is Yeva, she's a wise woman. She has the sight."
Her big brown eyes widen even further.
"What did she see?"
"She likes to be cryptic but . . . she saw me with a woman. She said she will be a beauty unmatched-," I let go of the sofa standing to my full height, "that I will know at first sight it is her-," I begin to walk around the sofa, "that she will make me whole-," I stand directly in front of her, "that she will be as beautiful and sharp as a Rose and that she will be aware of me as well."
I slowly reach out and gently touch her cheek with the back of my fingers, dying to know what her skin feels like. Her breath hitches and her eyes darken.
"How did you come to find out, Roza?"
She bites her bottom lip making me want to do the same.
"A tarot card reader in the back of a salon."
My hand pauses as I take in what she just said and we both burst out laughing, joy I have never felt taking over my body.
I slip my hand through her hair and move closer until our bodies are touching.
"And what did this tarot card reader have to say?"
She closes her eyes and brings her small hands to rest on my chest as I massage her scalp and feel the baby softness of her incredible hair.
"She pulled the lovers card and told me it can have many meanings but in my case, it was exactly what I thought it was. That I will find my lover, the man I'm meant to be with and he will be strong and capable but gentle. That he will guide me and I him."
She opens her eyes, a new emotion in them. "She told me nothing lasts forever and I would be a fool to waste my opportunity at happiness."
"Yeva said the exact same thing."
"Dimitri, I -"
I tighten my hold on her head and I kiss her. I've never in my life done anything so spontaneous or so utterly against the rules but I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't even be bothered to try. All my heart and head was telling me to do was kiss her.
She wraps and her arms around my waist and lets out an adorable and sexy little moan as our lips and tongues take turns tasting and playing with one another but before too long it's not enough and I take my hands from her hair and travel them down her small, curvy body until I reach the back side of her thighs and lift her up to wrap her legs around me.
She gasps, breaking away from our kiss and sucks in deep breaths of air and steadies herself using my shoulders.
"Dimitri-"
"I know, Roza."
I sit down on the couch, her on top of me, letting her have some control but grab the back of her neck and demand her lips again.
She molds herself to me, her arms going around my neck tightly, her hands going into my hair that somehow lost its hair tie, her tongue desperately seeking mine out.
I let out a growl and she whimpers and begins rocking her hips against my already rock hard cock, the thin slacks not doing much to keep me contained.
"Oh, fuck, Dimitri." She breaks away for more air and I take the time to unzip her hoodie and reveal more of her incredible, and frankly huge, breasts and taut, toned stomach.
She slips the sleeves off her arms smoothly but then immediately jerks to a halt.
"What's wrong, Roza?" I ask rubbing her back, wanting to feel as much of her skin as possible.
"I- I'm covered in Igors blood."
I lean back and look at her and see she is in fact still covered in Igors blood.
We both laugh again and I grab the sides of her face and kiss her one more time. As much as I hate to stop, it probably is for the best, I don't want to rush her.
"Why don't you take a shower, there's one in the master bathroom which is all yours, I'll take the other bedroom, and I'll cook us dinner and we can . . . talk about everything."
She bites her lip again and nods, looking up at me from under her long lashes.
"Okay, I'd like that."
I take her suitcase in the master bedroom for her and head back to the kitchen and see what ingredients we have to work with.
I'm not sure what she likes to eat but steaks seemed safe enough.
I get to cooking, thankful for the distraction seeing as in the other room is the woman of my dreams very naked and soapy and I'm still hard as rock.
I have no idea what I'm going to do but I need to think fast.
ROSE POV
Once I'm safe behind the closed door of the bathroom I turn on the shower to let the water warm up and give into my inner girl and silently squeal and practically skip in place.
Holy shit, I can't believe this is real life! That this is my life. It feels like I've stepped out of reality and into a romance novel and let me tell you, I felt as clear as day what was in that man's pants. If this is a dream, I'm never waking up, mark my words.
I take a deep, calming breath and strip out of my clothes and let the warm water run over my body, thinking about every touch, every moment of what we just did.
I've never experienced anything so erotic in my life. I've been in that exact position with two guys before and never felt an iota of what I just did.
My breathing gets shorter, my whole body starts to tighten back up remembering how utterly strong and in command he had felt. Rhonda was very correct, he feels massive, like he's 50 ft tall. I was on top of him but all that powerful, muscled body made me feel like I was so deliciously trapped.
I do my best to let go of the thought and not take too long in the shower, too eager to be with him again, learn all I can about him and hopefully do more of what we just were.
I exit the bathroom, towel wrapped around my body and start rummaging through the monstrous pink suitcase near the king size bed until I find my favorite deep red silk pajama pants and matching cropped spaghetti strapped tank top that leaves just a sliver of my stomach exposed. I don't put on any bra and or panties because I don't sleep in those anyways but I'm sure as hell not going to add layers that will just get in the way.
Wait . . . am I going to lose my virginity tonight? Do I want to? Is it too fast?
I mean no shit it's too fast but . . . do I care?
What does one do when in such a bizarre and . . . almost mystical situation?
I shake off my nerves as best I can and step out to see he's taken off his duster and is grilling steaks on the griddle.
"Hmm, smells really good." I say taking a seat at the table.
He turns to me, taking in what I'm wearing and smirking at me while flipping a steak. "I hope you're not vegan."
I scoff, "Do I look vegan to you?"
He chuckles, a dimple on his left cheek, I'm only now noticing, popping out, "Never know with you Americans."
I lean back in the wooden chair crossing my arms over my chest and propping my foot on my seat.
"Oh so sorry we don't fight polar bears, Comrade."
"Comrade, oh so clever." He mocks lightly.
I grin and rub my sore knee, thoroughly enjoying the banter.
"Is your knee okay?"
I wave a hand dismissing his concern, "Oh, yeah, it's fine."
He sits the tongs down and eases down on his knees in front of me, lifting my flowy pant leg, his fingers trailing up my legs as he does so until he can see my knee cap already forming a massive bruise.
He hums to himself, one hand rubbing my knee and the other gripping my calf, his hand so large his finger touches one another.
"This'll be sore in the morning. We should ice it."
"Okay."
He doesn't move except to stroke my leg further, goosebumps forming on my skin from the contact.
"Have you ever felt anything like this?" I whisper, terrified he'll tell me yes, but needing a sounding board. This isn't normal, people don't just . . . act like this right off the bat.
"No," He murmurs, "I didn't even know this feeling existed. I've always been a man of control and rules but . . ." he looks into my eyes and grips my hips as my hands find their way to his shoulders, "even if I hadn't been told about you, I know in my heart I would still be feeling this way. We don't know each other yet to be in love but . . ."
"But this will do just fine until then." I finish for him and bring his lips back to mine. He groans in my mouth and kisses me furiously holding my body to his as best as he can but we both realize it's not enough.
"Can you trust me, Roza?" He asks against my lips and I nod vigorously.
"If I go too far, tell me, I will stop, I don't want to take this further than you're willing."
"I . . . I'm so conflicted," I whisper, "I don't know how far I want to go, how far we should go."
He nods, his hand finding the back of my skull, "Trust me."
I nod again, knowing in my heart of hearts he's worth my trust.
As soon as he gets my confirmation he picks me up again and to my surprise and delight, lays me down on the table, returning to his knees and stripping my pajama pants off.
Before I could say a word my legs are spread apart and his mouth is on me.
"Oh my god, Dimitri," I gasp, my hands instinctively going to his hair. He growls, and licks me from my opening to my clit, his eyes never leaving me. I watch as his tongue strokes me and he begins a rhythm that leaves me a moaning, quivering mess.
"Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri . . ." His hands travel up my legs and stomach until he easily reaches my breasts with his long limbs and I thrust my chest into his huge palms as he squeezes them through my very thin cami.
I'm making noises I've never made in my life and my thighs are shaking from the pure pleasure being ripped from me with his extremely talented tongue.
"Dimitri!" I cry out, so close to my climax but unsure how to achieve it.
One of his hands travels back down my body, never losing contact and teases my throbbing opening as his tongue focuses on my clit. I vaguely thank God and her sisters that we don't have any neighbors as he inserts two thick fingers in me and I implode.
I cry out for what feels like forever as he licks me on the outside and rubs me from the inside until I have nothing left to give and the white hot pleasure starts to turn into pain.
"Okay, okay," I pant, propping my weighed down body on an elbow and trying to scoot away from his tongue.
He looks at me from in between my legs, licking his lips and wipes the rest of me off with his hand before standing and leaning over me, giving me a taste of myself, kissing me deeply again. I moan in his mouth as he lays on me, his rock hard dick snuggling in between my pussy lips even through his slacks.
I moan, wrapping my arms and legs around him and rub myself against him, feeling the muscles of his back clench and bunch as he grounds down against me.
"Oh, fucking hell," he swears in his native tongue, "I want to bury my cock in you and hear you scream again."
I debate replying to him in English or Russian but the blaring of the fire alarm takes the choice from me.
"Oh, shit." He stands up off of me and takes the smoking steaks off from the stove before hitting the button on the smoke alarm.
I grab a dishcloth and fan the smoke as best I can.
We look at each other and chuckle, "Do you think it was a sign we needed to slow down?"
He shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "You might be right. I'm sorry the food is ruined."
I pick up my pajama pants and put them on and grab a box of cereal from the top of the fridge.
"Hmm? It's not fancy but what do you say?"
He grins and takes the box from me, "I am a sucker for cocoa puffs."
I giggle and grab the milk, determined to keep my clothes on this time while we talk.
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