Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
TATIANA
I was made welcome and feel instantly at home. It doesn’t matter that Titus disappeared with his family. I am happy in the company of the women.
Grace, their mother, is warm and has welcomed me into the family with no barriers in the way. She is interested in my work and asks me many questions before she disappears to organize the welcome dinner.
“You must be excited.” Lilli, who I believe is with Mikhail, smiles at me with genuine excitement.
“I am, despite not knowing what’s involved.”
“You mean you don’t have a clue? What about your dress? Surely you’ve been involved in that?” Polly declares, twisting her own wedding band in agitation.
From what I’ve been told, she is the only other woman to marry a Romanov. Titus’s brother, Valentin.
“I mean–” She huffs out a breath of frustration. “My own wedding was a little unorthodox, but at least I was prepared to an extent.”
“Tell me about it.” I’m interested, especially when a ripple of laughter surrounds me from the other women.
Polly has a dreamy expression in her eye as she is transported back to the day. “He told me we were getting married.”
“Told you? Why does that sound familiar?”
She grins. “He told me the choice wasn’t mine and we would marry in one hour’s time. At least you had a couple of weeks to adjust to that.”
“What did you say?”
“Why yes, of course. I can’t explain it, but I knew it was what I wanted.”
“Do you regret your decision?” I’m asking because her situation mirrors mine and the happiness on her face gives me my answer.
“No.” She smiles. “You will be the same because marriage to a Romanov is called winning at life.”
Serena smiles. “You will love this family, Tia. They may be cavemen in their attitude, but they don’t restrict your freedom. If you want something, it happens and I’m not talking about possessions. With Alexei, I can be myself. I’m not playing a part. I am free. We work as a team and I am protected, and that means more to me than anything he can buy me.”
“It’s true. It’s a safe place to be when you hold the hand of a Romanov man.” Ellie speaks up and I glance at her with curiosity because Titus told me her father is none other than Boris Fedorov. I can’t imagine what that must be like and as if she senses my interest, she says softly, “When I found out who my father is, I was terrified. Arman was there every step of the way and with him watching my back, it gave me the strength to deal with my past. That is worth more than money, expensive houses and private jets. It’s the simple things that matter most. The shared intimacy of the mind as well as the body.”
I can’t help but blush and Lilli grins. “The body is the main attraction if you ask me. Sometimes Mikhail’s attitude leaves a lot to be desired, but I always desire his body.”
All the women nod, their laughter surrounding me and I clench my thighs together, knowing what will happen when I’m alone with Titus.
For a woman who had few friends, I am so appreciative of them. We will become best friends because we share a common interest. We all captured the attention of a Romanov man and one day I may even claim his heart because it’s obvious from the rapture in their expressions that the men are capable of that. All I must do is bide my time and hope that the final brother learns what the word means.
The day blurs into a frenzy of organization and I don’t catch up with Titus until he heads into the suite of rooms that I was shown to.
His room.
It’s exactly like him. Rich, decadent and sinfully delicious from the gray walls with subdued lighting, wild dark paintings of gothic proportions and sumptuous silk bedding with contrasting black throws.
The carpet is as black as his heart and the candles are already lit when I head inside, unsure if I’m even supposed to be here but directed this way by their housekeeper. My day has been spent being measured and pampered by a team of beauticians and I am more relaxed than I should be right now after the deep intense body massage one of the women gave me.
My entire body is alight and my senses are swimming from the decadent oils and perfumes that were rubbed into my body. It’s as if I was prepared as a virgin sacrifice for the king and he is indeed in residence. He stands by the window, holding a glass of what appears to be brandy, black silk pants hanging low on his hips, his chest naked and rippling in the candlelight.
His eyes glitter as I head into the room and he says huskily, “Drop the robe.”
I clutch the toweling robe I was given when the masseuse had finished and I am not embarrassed to be naked underneath.
I hold his gaze, my heart beating so hard at the dark atmosphere. It’s almost as if he has changed since stepping into his natural habitat and I sense the raw power directed my way as he takes a sip of the liquid on fire in his glass.
With a deep breath, I drop the robe, conscious I was prepared as a feast for their king. It’s as if I’m only just learning what being alive means, because even dancing doesn’t compare to this.
He prowls toward me, his gaze never leaving mine for a second and dips his finger into the glass, removing it and smearing the drops of alcohol across my lips and then leans in and licks it off in a seductive move.
My entire body shakes as he forces a finger into my mouth and opens it, tipping the glass to my lips, the liquid trickling onto my tongue. He wastes no time in joining it and as our tongues wrap around one another, the liquid coating them is as if I just accepted an invitation to join the devil in hell.
When he pulls away, the fire in his eyes didn’t require a match to ignite it and he jerks his head toward the bed.
“Lie down.”
I don’t question him. I’m a guest in his domain and the ripple of pleasure that wafts across my soul means I couldn’t refuse him if I tried.
As I lie back, the silk sheets feel cool against my heated skin and he sets the glass down and drops his pants, stepping out of them with a malevolent gleam in his eye.
He refills the glass and heads toward me, dripping droplets of the alcohol onto my naked flesh. He bends down and licks every drop from where it fell, causing me to tremble with desire. It’s as if I am a feast for his pleasure and I am more than happy about that.
He reaches my desperate pussy and dips his finger in the glass, inserting it into my wet heat, accompanied by his tongue. His groan of appreciation paints a smile on my face and as he pushes his fingers in deeper, he bites down on my clit.
“Oh God.”
I can’t control the sudden explosion that catches me off guard as I come so hard my fingers claw at the sheets and my body bucks against his wicked mouth.
He wastes no time and replaces his fingers with his cock and as I experience one hell of an orgasm, he takes his pleasure as it rains down onto his rock hard shaft.
His own orgasm is far harder than mine and he pumps relentlessly inside me as he roars his release. He pushes it deeper, almost painting me inside, and as it joins with mine, my mind struggles to keep up.
He traps me beneath him and pins me to the bed with a dark glare and hisses, “That will be the last time I fuck you, Tatiana Pavlov.”
My heart drops, and I am paralyzed with desperation as he single-handedly destroys my world with one sentence and then rebuilds it in a different image with the next.
“The next time will be when I make love to my wife. Tia Romanov.”
His soft gaze and gentle expression mean more than he will ever realize and he lays his hand flat against my belly and says darkly, “You are my family now and whatever brought you here won’t be the reason you stay.”
His words are shocking, but his action is terrifying as his meaning hits home. Why did I not consider that? I’m such a fool because in all my innocence I never once considered we didn’t use protection and the fact I’ve never taken birth control means my world is probably about to change forever.