Chapter 13

Dimitri

Chuckling I tried to open the door once again. Rose tried to only open it a little bit so I could give her the dress, but I didn't think so. I saw her hand reaching for it, shaking my head I grabbed her hand and pushed the door out of my way so I could get into the small room with her.

“Dimitri!”, she shrieked surprised. “You were supposed to give me the dress, not come in!”

My eyes found hers almost instantly, but they didn't stay there. There she stood only in her underwear, I felt myself getting aroused just seeing her like this in front of me with nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. The black lace fabric complimented her tanned skin wonderfully. The lingerie itself made her boobs look a lot bigger and made her ass stand out just perfectly. I felt the silk in my right hand run through my fingers and falling to the ground, not that I cared. I let my gaze wander over her ravishing body, from her head to her feet, again and again just because I could.

“I know”, I replied, when I remembered her outburst.

Even I could hear the deeper tone of my voice and I saw rose shivering just hearing it. I internally smirked.

“And I don't care”, I told her still smirking.

I took one step and was in front of her. Immediately Rose backed into the wall behind her and I used this to my advantage and but my arms left and right from her body, keeping her trapped between me and the wall. She was all mine in this moment and she looked like she didn't mind at all.

Oh so slowly I pushed her up against the wall, her body fitted perfectly into mine and I heard her gasp when she felt all of me against her. Her breath grew more uneven and loved I could have this reaction on her.

I don't know what I thought in this moment, I don't. I thought Rose would be more nervous, looking slightly uncomfortable maybe or shocked that I was this forward or intimidated. She didn't, not at all. She looked the exact opposite, she looked like she wanted to jump my bones now more than anything, like she wanted to ravish my body, not the other way around. She struggled a little, bringing us even closer. Her eyes wandered from my eyes to my lips and her gaze grew darker with desire and impatience. The growing frustration in her eyes was a huge turn on and with a satisfied smirk I lowered my lips to hers. I could hear Rose making a sound, it was a sound between approval and relief and desperation and impatience.

My lips collided with hers and she moaned into my mouth. God I loved to hear that sound! I couldn't help but kiss her more frequently, with more passion, more heat, more lust. Everything with Rose was just … more! Her hands began to roam over my body and I returned the favour, letting my hands wander over her smooth skin. I groaned again when I remembered that she was only in her bra and panties. When my hands grabbed her ass I couldn't suppress a moan. Rose moaned too and bucked her hips harder into mine. She jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist, creating a new angle between our hips. Groaning I squeezed her ass and slammed her into the wall.

“Dimitri”, she gasped, pulling away and breathing in the much needed air.

We both took a few seconds to catch our breaths, that mingled between the little space that was between us our faces.
Suddenly Rose's body gone limb in my arms and her head fell back. Frowning I opened my eyes and saw Rose just hanging in my arms, her legs no longer around me.

“Rose?”, I asked and shook her lightly. “Roza?”

I pulled a hand from her smaller back and took her head so I could see her face again,

“Rose?”, I asked again, caressing her cheek.

I gasped when I saw a red substance on her cheek. And when I looked at my hand, I saw more and then I felt it. The blood came from Rose's back. With wide eyes I lay Rose down on the street. This was the first moment I realised we weren't longer in the changing room, we were on a dark street, I've only been once before. But I didn't care about my surroundings right now.

“Roza?”, I asked again. “Come on, wake up!”

I searched for her injuries and when I found it under the dark fabric of her dress, my eyes bugged out of their sockets.

“No, no, no”, I rambled. “No Rose, come on, wake up. You can't die like she did Rose, you can't!”
And then I heard his laugh, his cruel dark laugh down the street we were in. When I turned around I saw him again: Brandon. The Brandon that killed Ivan's unborn child. That nearly killed Camille and made Ivan more mature.

“I took Ivan's child and now your wife”, he smiled. “I bet now you regret telling me I'm weak, huh?”

His smile grew larger. But I couldn't concentrate in him as I felt a hand on my arm.

“D- Dimitri”, Rose croaked.

I sighed relief and grabbed her so much smaller hand in mine and kissed her palm.

“Yes, I'm here”, I said. “You're okay, Rose, you're going to be okay, you'll live.”

“It h-hurts”, she croaked again, coughed and then stayed still.

I wanted to help her, take the pain away, make everything okay again and hope I could save her life! Suddenly a burning rage went through my body and I saw red. Faster than I thought possible I was up on my feet and ran to Brandon. But he just smirked and out of nowhere came at least twelve guys. Some came chasing at me and fought me. I fought back not even thinking about how much damage I would do to them. But then I heard the most terrifying sound in the world.

“Ahhhh!”, I heard my Roza scream in pain.

I wanted to get back to her but the guys hold me back and I couldn't get to her while another two guys kicked my wife, laying helplessly on the ground trying to protect her head with her arms.

“No!”, I screamed. “Let her go!”

Gasping I awoke from my dream. Sweat was pouring down my forehead and my bare back. My hands searched for rose beside me but she wasn't there.

“ROZA!”, I screamed.

Rose, oh my God, where the hell was she?! Why didn't she answer? God, her side of the bed was cold? Was it real, had I lost her?

“ROSE!”, I shouted more frantic.

I sprang out of the bed and ran down the hallway, I couldn't see her in any room. God, Rose, where the hell are you? What if she was hurt? Laying somewhere bleeding?

“GOD DAMMIT!”, I shouted. “ROSE!”
Just answer, please just god damn answer me and show me you're okay! I ran down the staircase and when I rounded the last corner: There she stood!

“Rose!”, I sighed relieved and rushed to her.

I sprinted to her, scooped her up in arms and just took in her scent. She was alive, she was breathing, she was okay, she was here, she was with me!

“Don't this to me”, I whispered.

-o-o-o- Thrown Into His World -o-o-o-

She didn't do it again. Sunday morning we lied together in bed when I woke up. Rose had ignored me for the rest of Saturday, because of my “Thank you for taking care of me while I was sick”-getting back at her for the “changing room”-incident. I had a really bad feeling in my gut that I would probably regret this little stunt today, but until now I was sure that it was worth it.

The only time Rose had said something to me yesterday was, when I told her that I would be starting to teach her self-defence today. She asked me if she had a choice - I didn't give her a choice, not after my dream. I hoped it would never come to a situation where Rose needed to protect herself and where I couldn't do that for her, but I wanted to be prepared, I wanted Rose to be prepared.

Sighing in contentment I tighten my grip on Rose and closed my eyes again. I couldn't get back to sleep but I wanted to make her talk to me when she woke up, I wouldn't give her a chance to sneak out without me noticing.

It took an hour of waiting, until I felt her stirring in my arms. She tried to get my arms off of her, but I wouldn't butch. And then she groaned frustrated and whispered a “what the hell?”. I chuckled and felt her head snap up.

“You're up”, she accused. “You've been awake the whole time.”

“Yes”, I smiled, my eyes still closed. “but I hoped you would wake me up differently. Not with trying to get away from me, you know?”

“Is that so?”, she asked.

Still smirking I nodded and pulled her flush on top of me.

“Yes, that is so.”

“Well think again”, she huffed.

Laughing I opened my eyes. Rose lay above me, her hands flat on my chest, a little pout on her lips and furrowed eyebrows.

“You're cute, when you're mad”, I said.

“Shut up”, she said. “And let me go, I need to shower.”

“Uh, can I come?”, I asked smirking and raised an eyebrow.

“No!”, she growled.

“Aww, why not sweetie?”

“Sweetie?”, Rose asked raising her eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“Was worth a try”, I shrugged.

“So are you going to let me go any time soon?”, Rose asked frustrated.

“Are you letting me shower with you any time soon?”, I asked smirking.

I saw Rose glaring at me and chuckled again. It was amazing how easily she was pissed at me and it was scary how much I loved it to push her buttons.

“You know what?”, she asked. “Why not? Come on.”

Shocked I stared at her, she couldn't be serious, right? No, she couldn't be!

“Don't look at me like that”, she said rolling her eyes. “I said we could shower, nothing else!”

A smirk broke out on my lips, telling her yes. I let her out of my arms and we both exited our bed, going into the bathroom. I took my time watching Rose undress in front of me, but when she was in her underwear she turned around and laughed lightly.

“No, no”, she said shaking her head. “You are wearing way too much clothes.”

Smirking like a vixen she made her way over to me, swaying her hips so I couldn't keep my eyes – or hands – off of her. And because my hands couldn't stay away from her body and roamed every inch of skin they could reach, Rose took it upon herself to undress me. And she did it painfully slow. Her hands played at the rim of my pyjama pants and I groaned, gripping her waist a little tighter than necessary. She then grabbed my shirt in her hands, grinning up at me and slowly lifting it up above my head. Sadly I needed to lift my arms to get rid of the damn thing. When the shirt was half over my head I felt a strong push and tumbled backwards. I heard a door close and a laughing Rose. I pulled the shirt down again and stood in front of a closed bathroom door.

Seriously, Rose?, I thought while rolling my eyes, but smiling amused nonetheless

“Tease!”, I shouted through the door and heard Rose's melodic laugh.

-o-o-o- Thrown Into His World -o-o-o-

Right now we were in a gym that was in our house, just on another floor. It was mine, so I it was empty except for Rose and me. Sometimes the guys were here too, but not today.
I now knew that Rose's “punishment” for me was her teasing me to no end and trying to seduce me, not that I was complaining, the whole “running away when it gets good” part is the thing that bothers me.

While I waited in the gym I wasn't surprised to see Rose come in with really short shorts that fitted her ass perfectly and only a sports bra on, that made her breasts look bigger than normal.

"So what do you want me to do?", she asked.
God, I wanted her to do a lot of thing, especially to me, but none had anything to do with self-defence!
“10 laps for the beginning.”
“How is running going to help me defend myself?”, Rose snapped.
“It isn't”, I replied nonchalant. “It helps you so you won't get into a situation where you have to defend yourself. When someone is threatening you, you run.”
She rolled her eyes but started doing her laps without any further complaint. She took less time than I thought she would need, I had to admit I was a little impressed, but I didn't let her know that.
“You ever lifted weights?”
“Yeah, why?”, she asked.
She titled her head a little to the side, just looking at me, while she opened her water bottle. She then brought it slowly to her lips and let a few drops run down her chin, down her throat and then right into her bra. I couldn't stop the moan that broke out. I could picture Rose doing a little happy dance in her head.
“Excuse me, what?”, she asked innocently.
I cleared my throat and looked anywhere but her, while I turned away from her, trying to hide my very visible boner.
“I asked if you wanted to spar?”, I asked, clearing my throat again.
“Sure”, she replied huskily.
I could actually hear the smirk in her voice. God, this woman would be the death of me! I motioned for Rose to follow me to a secluded area. On the floor where red lines that showed the “ring” you could fight in.
"You see these red lines?", I asked and Rose nodded. "If you step on or over them, you are out. If either of us step outside of them, the other gets a point. Every time you get a hit on me, you get a point, the same goes for me, okay? No hitting about the base of the neck, got it?"
She nodded, taking it all in.
"Okay”, I nodded. “First, you'll want to get into your fighting stance."
Rose raised her eyebrows and frowned at me. Confusing was clearly written all over her face.
"Fighting stance?", she asked.
I groaned frustrated, so she really knew absolutely nothing about fighting. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. I released a long breath and looked at Rose again. She seemed offended by my behaviour, which made me laugh – but only in my head.
“Okay, just do what I do”, I said.
Rose nodded and looked internally at the way I positioned my body.
“You stand sideways like this. Then you stand with your feet a shoulder-length apart. Then you have to crouch down a little, bur don't tense your muscles too much. You also have to keep your hands close to your body, but not too close, so you can still swing your fist and punch, got it? “No, Comrade”, Rose laughed. “I didn't understand a word.”
I laughed to see her smile and carefree, she looked more like herself.
“Comrade?”, I asked raising one eyebrow, knowing it bothered her that she couldn't raise only one.
She glared a little, knowing I had my fun, but then shrugged it off.
“Or Russian jailor, whatever floats your boat”, she grinned.
Laughing lightly I shook my head. I then went to stand behind her and decided to have a little fun.
“What are you doing?”, Rose asked a little breathless.
Internally smirking I grabbed her waist.
“Adjusting your body”, I whispered in her ear and felt her shiver against me.
She was putty in my hands and I loved every second, now she would get a piece of her own medicine. I let my hands wander from her waist slowly to her hips, slamming her back into me with force. She gasped but leaned slightly into me, breathing ragged and a little louder.
I began to grind her hips against mine, loving how her breathing hitched slightly and how her body leaned more and more onto mine.
“Your hips need to be relaxed”, I whispered in her ear.
A shiver run down Rose's body and she only nodded. My hands wandered down to thighs and then went to the inside of her thighs and I heard Rose moan, without me really doing anything.
“Your legs need to be a shoulder-length apart”, I whispered on and pushed her thighs apart.
“Oh God”, she breathed out.
My hands went up, over her ass and to the small of her back, she pushed her ass back into my hands, but I didn't let her and went fast over it, hearing her whimper. I then felt her back, around to her stomach. Her hands trembled, but I still grabbed them and hold them in front of her body.
“Your arms need to be close to you”, I whispered huskily and kissed her neck.
Her head instantly fell back on my shoulder and she moaned again. Her hands tried to get out of my grip to touch me, but I didn't let her.
“But not too close”, I said and then I went to stand opposite her again.
Her eyes opened immediately, her arms fell slack back to her sides and she glared at me. Her cheeks tinted a dark red while she blushed. She knew she had fallen into my trap while she originally wanted me to fall into hers. So much for that plan...
“You're going to pay for that”, she growled.
“Can't wait, honey”, I smirked and took my fighting stance.
Rose puffed out a long breath and mirrored my stance almost perfectly.
“Make the first move”, I dared her.
She looked uncertain, she she didn't what to do. I began to circle her and she copied my movements. After he while I think she got bored and tried the first move with a roundhouse kick – for her probably just 'a' kick – to my stomach. I blocked it and before she could even react I made my move and hooked my leg around hers, making her fall and me fall on top of her.
I stared directly into Rose brown orbs, feeling every part of her body pressed up against mine. My hair had become loose and created a curtain around our faces.
And suddenly it was like in the changing room all over again. Just my Roza and me, the world around us didn't exist and this time there was nobody and nothing to interrupt us.
“I suck at fighting”, Rose said, while her breathing was still fast and uneven.
I chuckled lightly and shook my head.
“It wasn't that bad”, I said. “It was your first try.”
“It lasted a whole of thirty seconds”, Rose complained and squeezed her eyes shut.
“It isn't that bad”, I replied. “You never fought before and if we really work at this, you'll be great in no time. You have amazing instincts from what I've seen in those thirty seconds.”
Rose seemed to search my eyes, looking if I was telling her the truth or not.
“Try again?”, I asked
She nodded eagerly. Laughing lightly I stood up and pulled her along with me. We kept sparing for another two hours and like I said Rose became better and better, she really had good instincts and a great stamina (I especially kept that in mind for other activities). She was graceful, but still powerful and took everything I told her seriously and in to consideration. She looked so god damn sexy when she fought. I showed her some punches she could practice on the punching bag and showed her a few stretches so her muscles could adjust to all the heavy training.
“Thank you”, Rose breathed after we were finished.
She chucked down another bottle of water and smiled like an angel up at me.
“My pleasure”, I smiled right back.
“I'm going to shower and change, I probably smell and look disgusting”, Rose joked and turned around, walking out of the gym.
I didn't even have the time to tell her that she looked just fine, a little out of breath maybe, but still beautiful.
Out of nowhere my phone began ringing, breaking me out of my train of thoughts about Rose under the shower. Shaking my head I picked up without looking at the caller ID.
“Belikov.”
“Zeklos”, Ivan mimicked my tone. “Where were you on Friday?”
“Home, I was sick”, I said. “You know that, Rose told the school and news travel fast there.”
I took a sip of my water, sitting down on a bench.
“I thought it was a lie, you're never sick and Rose wasn't here, so I thought maybe it had something to do with … you know the whole fighting scene and you wanted to keep her away from it or you didn't want to explain to her where you were going in the middle of the night.”
I hadn't even thought about that, I realised right about know. Maybe it was good that I got sick after all. But even after Ivan's call I knew it was good that I got sick, with Rose taking care of me? Yeah definitely worth it!
“No, I really was sick”, I replied.
“Whatever you say, man”, Ivan laughed. “Can the group come over, we're bored.”
“The whole group or just you guys?”
“No, the whole and a few others”, I van replied in a rush.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose again.
“Others?”, I asked.
“Come on Dimitri”, Ivan whined. “Normally it was just us guys and Lissa, but now you have Rose, Adrian wants to bring a chick and I don't want to be a loner, so I'm bringing someone too. It's not that bad.”
“Just don't bring any strippers in my house like last time”, I muttered.
“How could I have known that the dirty Jamie's were fucking dudes?!”, Ivan screamed.