"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚,"
Rosamarie Petrova was never meant to be ordinary. Years after a great betrayal that changed her life, she awakened...
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A word of warning: This chapter contains smut. So if you're not comfortable reading it, just skip that portion!
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Last night was amazing. I could still feel Damon's fingers gliding over my skin like a feather, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. The way his lips perfectly moulded mine and our bodies moved together. The peace I felt in his arms. Everything about it was just..... perfect.
I now laid in Damon's bed with silk sheets covering my naked body as I stared at the ceiling, blushing madly while replaying the events of yesterday night in my head. It had been about half an hour since I had woken up to an empty bed. When I didn't find Damon by my side, I thought that he was downstairs but it had been quite a long time since then. Where was he?
I got up from the bed and grabbed one of Damon's shirt from the drawers. I put it on and buttoned the shirt, which reached a little below my mid-thigh. I went out of the room, looking for Damon but he wasn't in the Kitchen. There was this eerie feeling that I got when I went downstairs like somebody was watching me. I looked around for Damon once again only to find him shirtless in the parlour, tied to a chair and a fireplace stoker in his chest.
"Oh, Stefan." He groaned. "Low blow Stefan, Low blow."
I stood next to him, asserting the situation. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked and a voice joined in with me. I turned around to see Stefan looking as confused as I. So he didn't do this?
"Whatever twisted ripper game this is, leave me out of it," Damon said, hissing his pain.
"I didn't do this." Stefan crossed his arms.
"Quit messing around," Damon yelled at him as I took the iron stick out of his chest and he screamed.
"Sorry!" I apologized.
"It's pretty messed up though, isn't it?" Stefan commented, coming closer to us.
"Yep." I agreed and he turned his attention towards me.
"Oh, you look nice," Stefan smirked, looking me up and down as Damon and I both glared at him. He turned around and left the parlour as I turned towards Damon.
"You waiting for me to untangle myself?" Damon asked me and I checked the chains but dropped them and smirked at him.
"Hmm, I don't know," I said, getting up from my knees. "I kinda like you like this, all chained up," I told him and he smirked. "Why don't I do this instead?" I straddled him and grabbed his face, kissing him hard while he struggled against the chains, trying to touch me.
