I didn't know what the hell Dimitri's problem was but it was starting to seriously piss me off. I would've preferred going back to wanting to kill each other over whatever was happening for those last couple days. He didn't even so much as look at me when he crossed paths anymore, if I was in a room already when he walked into it he'd just turn around and leave, and whenever I tried to approach him he'd just squirm his way out of it with his tail tucked between his legs. Just when I was starting to think we could be partners in this he shuts me out even more than usual. I had no choice but to take drastic measures.

Starting around our second day of imprisonment he'd subconsciously developed a daily routine;

6:00AM Morning treadmill run

7:00AM Morning shower

7:30AM Breakfast and coffee

8:00AM-12:00PM Retreat to his room

12:30PM Lunch

1:30PM Workout

4:00PM Afternoon shower

4:30PM-6:00PM Retreat to his room

6:30PM-7:30PM Meditation and stretches

8:00PM Dinner

8:30PM Retreat to his room

The next day the cycle always just repeated itself. I'd learned a lot about Dimitri after studying him for a few days like the fact that he was even more of a lunatic than I thought. What kind of person gets up that early just to go on a damn run?! All we had in the chalet was a treadmill but I could only imagine what kind of god awful track he laid out for himself back home. Just because.

The meditating was also a pretty surprising piece of information to learn. I already figured he took himself as the zen master type but I didn't think it was to that heavy of an extent. The few times I sat and watched without him noticing he seemed so calm, so peaceful. You wouldn't think he shot people's heads off for a living. Part of me wanted to ask to join him but I didn't want him to know I'd been spying on him until the time was right. Frankly, I was also terrified of the things that would dig themselves up if I was forced to just sit with my purest, unfiltered thoughts and memories. I didn't have the strength to face those demons yet and even if I did I wasn't sure I wanted to...

Speak of the Russian devil.

Right on cue a very fatigued, sweaty Dimitri stalked past me without a word or a glance in my direction as usual. I didn't have to check the clock on the wall to know it was a quarter til four and he was going to be getting ready for his afternoon shower soon. It was almost time to execute my planned attack. The plan was simple, Dimitri had no reason to lock any of his doors since he knew I had no reason to come invading his space. Until now. That left me open to just freely walk into his room while he's in the bathroom showering, wait for him on the bed and force him to talk to me. This was all assuming of course that he would come out in nothing but a towel like any normal person, leaving him unable to use any physical force unless he was willing to run the risk of me seeing him butt ass naked. And I was willing to bet never getting to touch a slice of pizza again that he wasn't.

One of the upsides to being dumped on a mountain in the middle of the snowy "wilds" of the Swiss Alps was that it was always deathly quiet. One of us could be snoring on the opposite end of the house and the other would hear it clear as day. There were no trees full of greenery or flowing water or bustling people around anywhere, so the only sound that traveled was the faint whispers of the wind as it danced along the snow every once in a while. It was convenient but often super creepy. I hadn't been around this much quiet since back home in Antalya and it didn't exactly bring happy nostalgia along with it.

I waited completely still on the couch until the faint squeak of a faucet turning, followed by steady slapping of water against the shower walls could be heard from down the hall to confirm it was safe to start towards his room. His showers were usually no longer than fifteen to twenty minutes, yes I had them timed and no I was not at all ashamed of it, so I still had about ten minutes to wait for him to come out. As I reached for the doorknob my body froze just as my fingers wrapped around the gilded handle. Granted this wasn't the real deal, I couldn't help but feel a tingle run down my spine at the realization this was the first time I'd be stepping into Dimitri's room. I felt like a teenager sneaking into my best friend's hot older brother's room.

Stay focused, Rose. Just get it over with.

I couldn't put my finger one why but for some reason I felt bad for sneaking into his room. My palms started to sweat at the looming threat of Dimitri being furious at me for overstepping this boundary. We'd been making a lot of progress since we got to Switzerland and I didn't want to ruin that. But, at the same time what other option did I really have? I'd tried talking to him normally and he wouldn't give me the time of day. The longer I tried to deny it the more the idea stung in the back of my mind; I didn't like being so distant with him. The silent treatment was fine to deal with at first but after a while it started to make me feel bitter. Last I checked we were perfectly fine, then next thing I know he's walking around like I burned one of his westerns. I deserved, at the least, an explanation.

Stepping into Dimitri's room the first thing my eyes landed on was the enormous king sized bed sitting at the center of the room. Even Adrian didn't have a king sized bed in his apartment, but he also wasn't anywhere near the size of Dimitri so guess it only made sense. Aside from that his room wasn't that different from mine; it still had one wall replaced with floor to ceiling windows, a wooden panel backsplash on the wall behind the bed, an off white wool carpet flooring, wall mounted TV, horizontal dresser, side bed table and a small corner desk. The only other contrast was a bookshelf lined against the wall next to the door filled with books. Most of them were westerns, no surprise there, but there were also some written on philosophy, meditation guides, and even a Bible. From the looks of it, it was well worn.

He had some clothes laid out on the bed to put on after his shower, a simple pair of black athletic shorts, and what looked like an old university t-shirt from 'St. Basils Academy' with the sleeves cut off. Too easy. I bundled up the clothes and sat cross legged in the middle of his bed. It took all the strength I had not to lay down into it. They must make king sized beds out of clouds or something because it was immeasurably soft and eager to accommodate my body as I sunk deeper in. I could only imagine what it would feel like engulfing my frame while laid under-

"Rose?! What do you think you're doing?" Shit.

I was confident going in, but all the dedication I had for my plan was quickly faltering at the sight of the very angry, and very naked Russian god towering over me. He was more intimidating now than he ever was with a gun pointed at me.

"Hey, Comrade...how was the shower?" I tried to keep the mood light but the clenching in his jaw said it was having the exact opposite effect. He gripped the bridge of his nose and took a few deep breaths, trying to keep calm.

"I'm only going to ask one more time, Rose. What are you doing here?" His voice was eerily calm and I knew on the inside he was fuming. Things were going south a lot faster than I had anticipated and I was running out of time to turn it around. I opened my mouth to make a smart remark about us being stuck together but he was steps ahead of me.

"In MY room." His eyes shot daggers, daring me to keep playing games and wasting his time.

It's now or never.

"Ok, look, Dimitri. We're adults so I can be honest, right?" He nodded tightly, "I don't know exactly what's going on, but I know we're both having some...'difficulty' being stuck so closely together. Now, I don't know about you but I've frankly had enough of pretending like the other doesn't exist. It's not helping and it's pretty fucking tiring trying to keep it up and act like I'm ok with it. If I did something, if I overstepped and pissed you off you can tell me. I'm a big girl. I'd rather you tell me what I did, then I'll own up and we can move past it instead of just brooding around acting like we still hate each other," I winced at how naive I suddenly sounded. I certainly didn't deserve anything more from him but if the last few days were any indication of what could be in the future it was worth a try.

"Unless-you do still hate me and I can't fault you for that I just...I liked how we were a lot more than whatever this is now. I don't want to go back to being enemies..." Impulsively my legs came up to hug my chest and I pressed my face into the wad of clothes I had nestled to my chest. Strangely the pungent smell of pine that used to repulse me now brought enough comfort to slightly ease the tightness gripping at my chest the more I inhaled.

My eyes frantically searched for anything to focus on but his. Suddenly I felt like even more of an idiot as the reality set in. Of course he still hated me. I murdered his best friend, why would he ever want anything to do with me other than as a source of information on one of his biggest threats and a valuable tool to aid him in taking down Galina? I was stupid to think just because he shared a personal story with me that we were anything more than forced together acquaintances. And even that was being generous.

He hadn't spoken for a few minutes, which only made my acute stress increase. I didn't have any doubts that he wasn't going to hurt me but every nerve in my body was screaming that it was dangerous for me to stay.

"I'm sorry. It-it was stupid of me to come here. I'll leave you alone." Throwing his clothes down I bolted for the hall as fast as I could. I barely made it out of the doorway before a large hand locked around my wrist.

"Rose, wait." Soon as he touched me a spark set off through my arm. Only it wasn't like before. The first time he touched me it felt like a violation, whenever his skin met mine it would send violent shudders throughout my body as if a slimy tendril had coiled around me. But now...it was warm. It was silken. It made me feel safe. That feeling brought me the ease to allow him to lead me back to the bed.

"Sit, please." My hand lingered in his as we sat down and I had no intention of pulling away. The slight squeeze from his hand told me he didn't want to either.

"I'm sorry. I've been acting childish and I didn't consider how that must come across to you," A frustrated hand raked through his hair but to my surprise he never made any moves to distance himself, "I don't hate you, Rose. I did. For a long time but after hearing your side of the story...I don't blame you for what you did. In your shoes I can't say I wouldn't have done the same." His thumb started to rub tiny circles on the back of my hand as if it had a kind of its own. Wasn't sure if it was for my comfort or his but I wasn't complaining.

"I haven't forgiven it yet but maybe in time..." He paused and for the first time in days finally looked me in the eye. My heart skipped a beat at the forgotten sensation of being caught in them. I'd grown used to only seeing so much turbulence within them it was almost euphoric to see them so clear and still as he studied me. I was tempted to try and decipher what he was feeling as they swept over my hair, eyes, body and finally came to stop at my lips, but some things were better left plainly said and not assumed.

The circles stopped as he blew out a frustrated breath, "I can't...," I could almost see the gears turning in his head clear as day as he fished around for the "right" words to match what he was feeling without revealing more than necessary, "...it's hard to physically be around you. A lot has happened these past few days and a lot of the world is suddenly very different to me. You're different to me. I don't know exactly what to make of it yet and I want to figure it out, but...I don't want to ruin the progress we've made by doing something stupid and jeopardizing what we're here for in the first place. We still have a job to do and we're still very much on the wrong end of the stick in all this. We need to be vigilant. That can't happen if we're...distracted."

Waves of both excitement and apprehension started to crash against each other in my stomach at his implied admission. Each nervous breath I took only making every flutter growing more intense than the last.

He all but literally divulged he also has sexual feelings for me, the only obstacle being our current shitty situation. I couldn't argue he was wrong but the debilitating reality still made my blood boil. I was sick and tired of having to live my life based around something that ultimately was never in my control in the first place. I didn't choose this life for myself, so why should I have to limit my own fulfillment just because of it? Everyone else got to live their lives as they wanted. Lissa, Adrian, Sydney as well for the most part and hell even the Old Man to some extent. Dimitri and I were the only ones, just as he had said, on the wrong end of the stick due to variables constantly changing around the actions of others. It took this long to realize that despite the big game I always talked about being my own person and not letting anyone control me, I had been doing exactly that for years.

Not anymore.

I didn't bother taking the time to weigh the pros and cons of what my heart was telling me to do because it would've only filled me with regret for not at least trying it. In one swift movement I threw my leg up and over to position myself in a straddle, tightly pressing my thighs against his. The unexpected movement caused him to lose balance as he sloppily attempted to catch me on reflex knocking us both backwards. I just barely saw his lips part in what could've only been protest before capturing them against my own. His body went rigid. I waited a second to give him the option to push me off and scold me for practically assaulting him but it didn't come. I was hoping he was frozen in shock and not disgust but there was only one way to find out. I closed the distance between us pressing my body as closely against his as I could and kissed him harder, begging him to do something. Anything. Deep down I knew he felt the same as I did, he just had to push through his stupid logic and morals to see it. We deserved to be happy, to make stupid decisions, to live unapologetically, to be free just like everyone else. Even if it was just for one fleeting moment of bliss.

As a last ditch effort I rocked my hips against his while simultaneously biting down on his lip. If there was one thing I'd learned across all my years of sexual experience, no man could ever resist.

The Russian god, as high and mighty as he thought he was, was no different.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest. The primal sound caused shudders to ripple from my chest down to my heated core that was already growing more sensitive and fevered in desperation. One of the hands gripping my hips slithered up into my hair at the back of my head and pulled it back to allow him better access to my neck. I hissed at the unexpected pain but it was soon replaced by a moan of pleasure as his mouth hungrily sucked and bit at the tender skin. I could already tell soon as it started to throb he would be leaving the dark purplish marks synonymous with possession. I'd never allowed Adrian to even so much as think about marking me, except for the last time when I let my guard down, but for some reason with Dimitri I welcomed it. I needed it. Suddenly Adrian's words in our last encounter rang true.

"You don't always have to be in control of everything."

With all the other men I'd ever been with, intimately, I was too scared to completely give myself to them past getting the release I needed, I didn't have that luxury because it was always too dangerous. Too risky. Too irresponsible to let them get too closely intertwined in my life. Maybe with Dimitri it could actually be different...assuming he felt and wanted the same things I did.

I was too clouded with euphoria from his vigorous assault on my neck to notice his hands reaching back down to securely cup ass as he sat up, lifting me with him. I suddenly remembered he was only in a bath towel when his hardened erection pressed into my core. I grew very thankful there was material between us, otherwise we would both be soaked in my arousal. Despite not being able to see it from our current position it was more than obvious that he was very well endowed, probably the biggest I'd be filled with so far and that thought only further fueled my exigency. It was almost embarrassing how badly I wanted him, but it was comforting to know the feeling was mutual as his hands hungrily roamed over my thighs, hips, and up across my chest like a kid in a candy store overwhelmed with which treat to try first. He pulled back once he was satisfied with his work on my neck and met my eyes, his were practically black with lust but I could still see conflicting emotions. There was one unspoken question behind them;

How do you do it?

He was fighting with his moral duty to stay focused on putting all efforts to completing his job and his desire to be free to make his own decisions and do what he truly wanted. That was the biggest difference between Dimitri and I, my father needed me but if I decide I'm done he wouldn't force me to stay or worse. Galina would not be so merciful. I gave him a small smile to try and offer some comfort, which he returned. To provide a more immediate distraction I allowed my hands to roam over his naked torso. Thinking back to the first time I nearly sat atop him shirtless, this was leagues better in comparison and much less awkward. I trailed my hands back and forth across his chest, lightly circling around his peaked nipples. I couldn't tell if they were stiffened in defense of the cold or in reaction to my touch but the stifled groan slipping past his lips as his hips bucked up into mine suggested it was the latter.

"I know it's not exactly your thing but you know, it could feel good to let go. Even if it's just this once. I'd think we're owed at least that...right?" The gears began to turn as he considered my words. A loose curl fell in front of my eyes and his hand reached up to touch it, coiling and stretching the single lock between his fingers. He looked almost mesmerized by it as he tucked it back behind my ear, letting his hand rest on my cheek on the way back down. There was such an intensity burning behind his eyes it both excited and slightly worried me. As much as I desperately wanted to lay with him, I didn't want to bite off more than I could chew in the end. This was intended to be just sex, but what if it started to toe the line into something more? Would it be so bad if it did? I could see he was following the same train of thought as I was and for the first time he offered me a genuine smile. And it was absolutely beautiful. It nearly stretched from ear to ear and washed away all fears I had in that moment. Leaning forward to touch my forehead to his I closed my eyes and looped my arms around his neck, drawing as close as I could without invading too much into his space. Though he didn't seem to mind either way. I couldn't explain it but now that all the walls were down I felt almost drawn to him. It felt natural being like this with him and despite how huge he was compared to me my body fit nearly perfectly into his, like a missing puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

He took a deep breath, "Yea...maybe we are."

I didn't have a chance to respond before he pulled my lips down to meet his. The moment they met all my senses could focus on nothing else but him; how soft his lips were as they danced fervently with my own, the heat radiating from both of us traveling from the core throughout the rest of our bodies, the tingle of his hands as he allowed one to get tangled in my hair while the other lightly traced circles along the supple skin behind my thighs, the smell of his aftershave blanketing around the two of us and the subtle taste of chocolate and bitter coffee from his tongue grappling with mine in a fight for dominance that I didn't mind submitting to. The loose hold I had around his neck tightened as I moaned deeply into the kiss wanting to bring us as close as I could. He growled against my lips when my hips subconsciously rocked against him. His hands abandoned their positions to find new purpose slipping under my shirt and meeting the hardened nipples poking through, screaming for attention. I simultaneously bit his lip at the same time he lightly pinched them, sending a shudder of pleasure straight through to my depths. I was growing more and more feverish with the need to feel him and was seconds away from practically begging. Our movements became more vigorous as he stripped me of my shirt, tossing it to the floor, bra falling not far behind.

"Mm, Roza..." He uttered breathlessly against my lips as he lifted me up to lay underneath his hulking frame. Despite my knowledge of the language, I wasn't exactly sure what it meant. From the way it sounded, I could only assume it was my name in Russian. The way it sweetly rolled off his tongue made me long to hear it a lot more often.

"ты будешь моей гибель." (You will be my undoing). He murmured to himself, again letting one hand get lost in my hair while he kept his balance with the other to not fall on top of me. I bit back a chuckle, wasn't sure if he forgot I could speak and understand Russian nearly fluently but decided to leave it be.

"Are you going to just ogle me the whole time, Comrade, or can we get on with it?" I bit playfully, trying to mask my impatience from the anticipation. As you'd guess, it was not successful. He smirked sitting back on his knees to rip the towel from his hips, leaving everything fully exposed to me. I nearly choked swallowing my gasp.

Holy shit.

I'd had a good idea of his size from feeling it throb underneath me, but seeing it suddenly made me feel like I was way off the mark. He was huge. It wasn't surprising with how large he was naturally but still, I was suddenly feeling a lot less bombastic about having him buried inside me.

"You can tell me if it's too much for you." He challenged raising a brow, it was playful but there was a serious undertone behind his words. He didn't want to push me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with.

Asshole. Too much for Rose Hathaway? Who did he think he was?!

To prove him wrong I leaned forward to fully wrap my hand around him and stroked from the base all the way to the top, twisting as I got to the sensitive ring just below the head. He moaned loudly and shot me a glare.

"What's that you were saying, Belikov?" I purred grinning triumphantly, not loosening my grip. He smirked again, but this time it was dark and mischievous. A dangerous look shining in his eyes. I gulped suddenly regretting my actions.

"You're going to regret that, Rose." He forewarned, voice growing deep and husky. I barely had time to blink before he ripped my hand from him and threw me back on the bed, pinning my arms above my head with just one of his. Fear immediately settled in my stomach but it was quickly followed by fluttering. His hold was firm enough to keep me in place but not cause any harm, if I really needed to I could easily slip through without much fight.

I never would've considered myself very submissive before, but now with Dimitri everything was new. My body reacted to him in ways it never did with anyone else.

A burning started in my knee where he touched, slowly trailing up my leg until he reached the inner thigh.

"You've been soaking for so long now...waiting for me. Begging for me." He cooed, teasing his hands running over my outer lips agonizingly close to the clit but never touching. As much as I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right, my control over my own autonomy was slipping fast the more he touched. Tilting me towards the edge without even really needing to try. To resist releasing all my control to him I kept my mouth tightly shut, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"We could 'get on with it' as you say if you just tell me what you want. How bad you want it." I bit back a moan when he rubbed his finger over my entrance, lubricating it with my own wetness before finally circling around my clit slowly. Against my wishes my legs writhed underneath him, desperately trying to add any kind of friction to the minimal pleasure he was allowing me. My want to defy him was chipping away more and more with every rub and flick of his finger, the moans becoming too intense to hold back.

"Look at me, Rose." On command, my eyes snapped over to meet his. He started to pick up speed as he stared me down, black eyes daring me to accept defeat and prove he had won. As much as I wanted to deny it, I was nothing but putty in his hands. I wouldn't be surprised if my lip had started bleeding from how hard I was biting down on it to prevent my moans from escaping as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. I needed more.

"Tell me what you want, Roza." He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, licking the bottom to soothe the bites and I came undone.

"I want you." It was barely above a whisper but he heard it all the same, a devilish smile pulling at his lips.

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you." Another increase in speed.

"Damn you, I said I want YOU. Please, Dimitri." He wasted no time fulfilling my request and slipped two fingers inside with ease, pumping in and out at a quick pace. I was very thankful we were in the middle of nowhere now with how loudly my moans were echoing back from the empty chalet.

"Is this what you wanted?" He purred still toying with me. It only made me wetter being at his complete mercy, he could've told me to bark like a dog and I'd probably get on all fours.

"As good as this feels...no. I want you to fuck me. Now." I demanded managing to get a little bite back in my voice. His eyes narrowed cheekily at the dominance challenge but he let it slide. Finally releasing my arms he pulled his fingers from me and slid them back under my knees to push my legs up against my chest. He lined himself up with me and slowly slipped inside. I was more than wet and relaxed enough to accommodate him but it still took a few seconds to let myself become accustomed to his size. With every inch I could feel my depths stretching to the brim, it was more than I was used to but it felt amazing to be so perfectly filled. Something Adrian could never get quite right.

He paused once he was up to the hilt and focused on my eyes, his gaze softening to check in and make sure I was doing okay. I gave him a slight nod that it was ok continue and he wasted no time, instantly pulling himself all the way only to ram fully back in. Repeatedly.

"Fuck me!" I all but screamed, hands reaching to find anything solid to grip and help keep myself grounded otherwise be completely lost to ecstasy.

"Trust me, I plan to." He ground out through gritted teeth, using all the strength he could, without causing me any pain, to pound into me. I wasn't usually one for rough sex but his barbarous attack awakened something carnal in me that needed to be satiated. And I had no doubt he would be more than successful in doing so.

He released my legs, pulling them to close around his waist instead and balanced himself on his hands placed on both sides of my head. A much more intimate position but I didn't mind, if anything I wanted him even closer. He went slower this time, pulling all the way out to the tip just to ram it all back in again. I was gripping onto his forearms for support and each thrust sent my nails digging further into his skin, he winced slightly but showed no signs of letting up. I whined it protest when he finally pulled completely out and sat back, causing him to chuckle in response. He waved his finger at me in a circular motion,

"Turn around, all fours." I tried, and failed as usual, to raise a brow in opposition. I could barely feel my legs, how did he expect me to hold myself up when my body felt like jell-o? He raised his own, with much more success, in warning. Either I did it myself, or he would be more than happy to put me into position himself. Although, that didn't seem like a bad idea either...

I took my sweet time turning around, which earned me a slap on the ass from Dimitri. I yelped at the sudden sting and turned back to shoot daggers at him, met with a devious smirk.

Oh, you're so going to pay for that.

I assumed the position and waited for him to saddle up, both hands firmly gripping my hips as he slid back into me. My mind nearly clouded once again at the addictive feeling of being filled by him, but I had to stay focused. I let him think he was in control as he adjusted his grip and just before he could start to thrust I threw my ass back on him, taking every inch.

"Fuck!" He groaned throwing his head back and I couldn't help but laugh, earning a glare from him. I picked up the pace before he could turn the tables back in his favor again and lowered down to my chest pulling him as deep as he could go. We were moaning in unison now, both tipping closer and closer to the edge. He tangled his fist in my hair again and pulled back, forcing my body to lift with him so I was back flushed against his chest. His other hand went to work circling my clit again while we rocked our hips together, matching each other's pace. The dual stimulation was more than I could handle, losing pace as I was pulled closer and closer to orgasm and from what I could tell as his moans rung in my ear he was too.

"Mm, you feel so good, Roza. I could do this all day." He whispered through shallow breaths, placing a quick kiss behind my ear before burying his head into my neck. I was finding it harder and harder to form words as my body trembled, clenching around him as I neared my final release. He picked up in speed with his assault on my clit and my pussy, groans growing louder and louder as he reached his own as well.

"God, Dimitri...I'm close." I mewed gripping the hair at the back of his neck for stability.

"I know, Roza, cum with me. Let me feel you." He put all his might into it as we both finally fell together, riding it out with me as our bodies came undone together. I could feel his warmth spreading and spilling into me at the same time as mine released to wash over him, caking us both in what was sure to be a lot to clean up later but that wasn't a concern at the moment. Our bodies collapsed together back into the bed to rest into a spooning position, still joined together. The room fell silent aside from our heavy breaths as we both took a minute to come back down from the heavenly trip we were still riding on. A lazy smile spread over my face at the soothing touch of his fingers circling the small of my back.

"So, that was..." I began, reality starting to settle in heavily at the realization of what we'd just done. And what was supposed to come after. He froze, I couldn't see his face but I was sure he didn't quite know how to respond. Luckily for him he didn't have to as a loud thump rang throughout the bedroom echoing from the living space. Dimitri sprung into action immediately, throwing his pants on and charging out of the room. Before he left he shot me a look that said 'Wait here'.

Like hell.

I scrambled to collect my clothes from the floor and quickly threw them on to follow him towards the sound. A million questions rushing through my mind. What could it be? Who could it be? No one was supposed to know we were alive, let alone hiding out here. Was our position compromised? How the hell are we supposed to defend ourselves with no weapons?! My racing thoughts came to a halt as I caught up to Dimitri, who was crouched in front of the patio door in the living room. I gasped at the sight the large blood splatter on the door, alerting him to my presence. He whipped around ready to attack but relaxed slightly when he noticed it was me.

"Of course, you wouldn't listen," He grumbled, gripping the bridge of his nose and taking a few deep breaths to compose himself. Ignoring him I stepped around to see what had left the blood and instantly paled at the sight of it. Blood running cold. It was a bird. Or, what was left of one anyway. The head was missing, neck split open from what I knew all too well was the impact of a large sniper round blowing the bird's head clean off and sending it crashing into our door. Despite, how harmless the bird itself was this was in no way a relief. Someone knew we were here, and they were sending a message.

You're trapped. And soon, dead.

Hi...I know it's been a while and I'm so sorry to everyone for the long wait! A lot has happened these last few weeks I moved, I quit my job, I'm looking into starting therapy and writing this sex scene was actually super stressful. I didn't want it to be too rushed, which I kind of feel like it still was but I didn't want to drag it out too long since we do still have a lot of story to get through. Smut isn't one of my strong suits at all and I didn't want to let you guys down, hopefully I didn't.

I don't plan on taking anymore long breaks any time soon, so now that the hard part is out of the way hopefully I can get back on schedule and back into the swing of things. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and I hope you're all still with me. See you next time!