Dimitri x Reader

Chapter 20

"Not until we get to your room," he sneers.

I turn back up the stairs.

Dimitri's hand basically stabs my back guiding me up the stairs.

"Now darling let's go to your room," he whispers sweetly.

Dimitri is guiding me.

To my room.

My fucking room.

I don't desire to be there with him.

Not anymore.

I wish to be alone.

Once we had made it to my room.

I wanted to collapse and cry.

I didn't.

Dimitri locked the door.

Fear filled me.

He could if he wanted too.

Praying to the gods that they'd protect me.

Rushing to my vanity to brush my hair, not wanting to look back at him and question his actions.

One stroke after the other, the actual shock started to set in.

Even more so than I had felt earlier.

Sharp, painful tears started to well up in my eyes.

This is all a dream.

No...not a dream.

A nightmare.

My only hope now was to wake up, wake up from this nightmare that was sadly, now my reality.

Everything is out of my control.

Dimitri's footsteps echoed in my room.

Seeing him in my mirror walking towards me.

"What is it?" Dimitri caresses my hair.

"You."

I felt his eyes pierce through me. "Why is that?" He grabbed the brush from me.

"We're engaged, you're in my room and my sister is mad at me over you."

Dimitri started to brush my hair, "I'm sorry alright, I didn't want to get married either," he glared at me through the mirror.

"Especially to you."

A stab to the chest, nearly missing my heart.

That hurt.

Looking him in the eyes, standing up.

The chair shrieking as it pushed back into Dimitri, hitting him.

"I'm getting changed," I said walking into my closet.

Dimitri's POV

Y/n really hurt me.

Her reaction to our engagement wasn't what I was expecting either.

Not that I was expecting her to be happy or anything.

I was expecting her not to be mean about it.

It isn't my fault after all.

Im not the Le Blanc's actual child.

I don't know why they wanted ME to wed their daughter.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called questioning.

"It's me, Thalia," the frail voice said.

Y/n came out from her closet.

She had a gorgeous silk slip night gown on for bed, on top a lace duster coat.

She eyed me as she unlocked the door.

"I doubted that Mr. Le Blanc had clothing for bed," she handed her a set of pajamas, "I brought a pair for him."

I heard the way Y/n spoke so delicately to her, graciously thanking her maid.

With that she left.

Y/n closed the door and threw the clothing at me.

The set fell on the floor.

I looked at them and then back at her. "Go change."

I walked towards her.

Picking up the pajamas and setting them on a chair.

Turning back to my future wife, wether it was a choice or not.

Y/n backed up into the door.

I had her there, pinned against the wall defenseless.

Leaning in I locked the door once again.

Y/n tried to walk out.

Placing my arm next to her head on the door.

My face wasn't too far from hers.

"What are you gonna do kiss me? Fuck me? Come on Dimitri I don't have all night decide already," she broke our silence.

I chuckled not expecting that for a response.

She ducked under my arm. Letting her go I watched as she walked to her bed and got in.

"Turn off the lights."

"Let me get changed," I walked back to grab the clothing that I set on the chair.

"Gross" I felt her roll her eyes.