Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
TATIANA
I am dancing in paradise. It’s as if all my worries evaporated in a burst of heated lust. I am a woman. A strong independent woman who took what she wanted and demanded it even.
I left him in no doubt this was happening, despite his concerns, and it empowers me. I am not a victim. I am a queen with the most powerful king between my legs, worshipping my body and enslaving me.
I am his. There was never any doubt about that because as soon as he held my hand, he captured my heart.
What is happening now was inevitable and just knowing he is inside my body right now gives me more power than I expected.
His smoky groans and desperate kisses excite me as much as his lustful gaze. I have trapped the devil and I’m holding on tight. He is mine and I hope he realizes that.
Yes, I am strong because of him and if I could keep him here all day I would knowing I am closer than I’ve ever been with a man before.
It’s everything I wanted—he is perfection and when he pulls out, my eyes snap open with disappointment.
“What?”
My words are met with a low growl. “I want to lick you.”
He moves between my thighs and I gasp as his tongue sucks on my clit, my mind entering the paradise I never expected to find.
It’s such a dirty act, it causes delirium and my body shudders as it rides an unexpected sensation.
It’s as if I’ve entered a secret space and I don’t even register that he has moved until his mouth fastens over mine and the distinct metallic flavor of blood explodes on my taste buds.
He gives me no time to process that thought as he thrusts inside harder, deeper and conquering territory that was unclaimed until him. The head of his cock knocks on the door of my womb and before I can react to that, my body experiences an orgasm so catastrophic it blows the hinges off that door and he fills me deep inside. I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back in a futile effort to defend my fractured virginity, as he tears through my body like a cyclone.
He is relentless, riding the wave of my orgasm like the experienced surfer he is, until he roars my name, and as he comes so hard I experience every delicious second of it. It is a devastating explosion that blinds me to anything but the moment we created.
The second I become his and the second he becomes mine.
My entire body appears to be on a mission of its own, my head taking a back seat as I shake, uncontrollable pleasure caressing every inch of my body and soul, filling my mind with nothing but Titus Romanov.
He brings me back to reality as he pinches my chin in his fingers and forces me to stare deep into his eyes and the power in them intensifies as he growls, “You’re mine, Tia, always remember that.”
I should be afraid, freaking terrified even, because the possessive fury that has replaced the tender desire is frightening. It’s as if the respectable side of him has fallen away, exposing the monster within, and yet I’m not afraid. I’m excited, falling hard and drowning in wicked delirium as I nod, my eyes shining with happiness as I reply, “And you are mine.”
He smiles, the dark gleam in his eye approving of my words, and he nods, as if a contract has been signed and the deal is done. He is still inside me. It’s as if he will never leave and I am more than happy about that - happier than I have ever been.
He kisses me slowly, savoring every valuable second before nature takes over and puts an end to this devilish behavior. When he pulls away, he also pulls out and is in no hurry to clean up – the mess of our union painting the pure silk sheets in wicked delight.
He pulls my head to his chest and holds me firmly against him as he lies on his back, his heart rate decreasing. I press soft kisses on the ink that decorates his skin, and a sigh of contentment passes through me like a gentle breeze. Yes, I am home. He is home and now everything has changed. Ballet has become the second most important thing in my life because it has been replaced by a man who has stolen my heart and soul.
I am entering a new phase in my life. Life after virginity. It’s been a week since the single most devastating day of my life became the best one.
Titus wasted no time in setting in place what he expects of me and our days were filled with interviews, television and radio, lunches, gala evenings and a charm offensive nobody could withstand.
Our nights were ours, where he owned me in a far more delicious way every time. He took over the whole of me, forcing me to do things I never believed I’d crave. My education was relentless, yet I was a willing pupil and my entire body is fucked as well as my mind and filled with everything that is Titus Romanov.
Today we are meeting his family. It’s exactly two days before the wedding and I’m not certain what that involves. It’s been planned around us, and I’m surprised I’m still without a dress. The engagement ring was never replaced and I’m happy about that. It’s a gruesome memory that has no place in my fairytale future. I don’t need a ring to show the world that I belong to him, just as he doesn’t require a ring to demonstrate he is mine.
I am in love. I doubt he even knows the meaning of the word, but to me it’s a fact because he fills me entirely. I am blinded by him, see nothing but him and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
He holds my hand tightly as we sweep through the gates of his family home. My breath stills as the sense of occasion holds me in its grasp.
Titus is silent, brooding even, and I wonder what is on his mind. He has been locked in dark thoughts for several days and I only get his attention when we are alone and naked at night. Then I get the whole of him. I enjoy his undivided attention and those are the hours that mean the most in my day.
I still haven’t returned to the Bolshoi and I’m not sure if I ever will. It is such a huge part of me I never imagined it would be so easy to cut it off, but it was. I no longer possess the desire to dance because it’s a different dance I enjoy now. This is my life now and this will be my home and I gaze in awe at the vision that rises from the landscape as we approach.
“Wow!” I voice my thoughts and Titus squeezes my hand.
“You will love it here, Tia. This is yours now.”
“Mine?”
I’m astonished and he nods, his words etched in authority as he growls, “I am the head of the Romanov family and this is my control center. My apartment is the place I escape to when I need my space. This is where I live.”
“And your family?” I’m intrigued by them and he nods.
“Mama lives here and always will unless she demands otherwise. My brothers use it as a Russian base but like to travel. We own many businesses throughout the world and they are responsible for overseeing that. I remain here. At the helm of our ship like every captain.”
“You don’t travel?” I’m a little disappointed by that and he shakes his head.
“Not often. However, I am aware of your desire for that, so I will factor in many vacations to our homes throughout the world to continue your education.”
A warm sensation grips me far harder than his hand in mine as he whispers, “I want your life to be a happy one, Tia. That is as important to me as business, and I never anticipated saying that.”
I turn and stare lovingly into his eyes, and I don’t care if he knows it. Leaning closer, I rest my lips against his and whisper softly, “I love you, Titus, and you are not required to do anything about that. I want you to realize how much you mean to me before we take one step into your home.”
He says nothing but the darkness in his eyes deepens and if anything, his features harden, but I don’t care if he is displeased by my words. I am hiding nothing from him. He has the whole of me and my thoughts are an important part of the package.
“Love.” He brushes his fingers over my lips and stares deeply into my eyes. “You speak of love, Tia, as if you understand what that word means.”
“Do you?” I ask, pressing my face against his rough tattooed hand, and he shakes his head slowly.
“I have never considered it before.”
A stab of disappointment hits me in the heart, but I push the pain away. He may not understand what love is, but I believe I do and I whisper, “Then it’s a good job I possess enough for both of us.”
He caresses my cheek with his thumb and whispers, “My father loved another woman even before he married my mother. He sacrificed that love for duty – for business, if you like. It destroyed him and it destroyed mama and subsequently his love destroyed us all. Love is a destructive force that changes destiny and has no place in business.”
“Your business, Titus. Not mine.”
My eyes hold him captive as I sense the confusion deepening between us. I face it head on and say with determination.
“It’s okay if you don’t love me. I don’t expect that. I’m aware this is a business arrangement for you and just so you understand, my only business is to make you happy. So allow me the indulgence of declaring my love for you, along with my promise to be a good wife. This is all I can offer you, while you have so much to provide in return. This is what I bring to our marriage, and it belongs solely to you.”
I don’t wait for a response. I don’t really need one, and I lean closer and kiss him with a force that takes him by surprise. I rake my fingers through his hair and catch him off guard and, as the car comes to a gentle stop, I pull back and flash him an impish grin.
“I can’t wait to experience your world, Titus, because if it’s half as magnificent as you are, I will be happy to make it my home.”