Trust

- Dimitri Sokolov:

"Get me off of you! Do something!" I shouted again, my voice booming in the confined space of the basement.

My hands pressed harder on his shoulders, and I leaned in closer, my gaze locked on his face.

Damon thrashed beneath me, his hips bucking and his arms straining as his hands clawed uselessly at the ground.

His entire body writhed, every muscle in him trembling with exertion. He was trying, over and over again, to overpower me, but it wasn't enough.

He wasn't enough—not like this—and I could see the realization dawning in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, his face contorted with frustration and rage. Still, I didn't move. I didn't let up.

I stayed there, pinning him to the cold concrete floor like it was the easiest thing in the world.

He hated it.

I could see it in the way his body shook and the way his jaw clenched tight enough to crack.