15. Tatiana
TATIANA
I llias' gaze burned on me.
He took my hand into his, I assumed it was his way to comfort me, but I was still pissed off, partly because someone just tried to kill me. Mostly because it seemed that my husband had used me. I wasn’t sure I wanted him near me at the moment, much less touching me.
It annoyed the hell out of me that my chest still warmed at his offered comfort. Something was seriously fucked up here. A small, innocent touch and I was putty. Where was my feminism?
In my vagina, that’s where.
But I’d be damned if I let Illias get away with manipulating me. I was going to beat my heart into submission if it was the last thing I did. I would not be used by anyone, least of all by a man who knocked me up intentionally for leverage !
The doctor opened his black bag, then slipped on a pair of latex gloves. He retrieved his instruments and started his exam.
Truthfully, I wanted to hear the baby's heart again. I wouldn’t mind listening to it every day. After finally being pregnant, it was hard to keep the paranoia at bay. If Konstantin had gotten me knocked up on purpose, I couldn’t even say that I hated it. Not even close.
A baby of my own was all I ever wanted.
But the least he could do was be upfront about it.
The doctor asked me to pull down the top of my dress so that he could check my own heartbeat before the baby’s.
A growl vibrated through the room. It belonged to Illias.
I gained a degree of satisfaction knowing he wasn’t happy about this.
I shifted around and offered my back to the doctor, smiling smugly.
“Do you mind unzipping my dress?” I asked sweetly.
The poor doctor paled a few shades even before another growl vibrated against the walls. It appeared I married a wolf, not a man.
“I’ll do it,” Illias growled, his eyes promising retribution to the doctor if he even attempted to touch my zipper.
I blinked my eyes innocently while part of me relished in making my husband suffer. At least a little bit. It would seem he wasn’t the sharing type, regardless of the reason he married me.
The sound of the zipper replaced the growl.
The doctor listened to my heartbeat, took my blood pressure and then drew my blood. And all the while, Illias’ hands never left me.
“Wow, I’ve never had two men touch me at the same time,” I remarked casually, keeping my tone light. I knew it was a lie but Illias didn’t need to know that. After all, I’d had two men kissing me the night Adrian took my virginity.
A hiss sounded and Illias pulled me closer to him with a murderous expression aimed at the poor old doctor.
The doctor’s hands immediately left my skin and he turned his back to us, fumbling with his bag.
I almost felt sorry for him. I shouldn’t be using him to get back at the son of a bitch who forced me to marry him.
“What about the twins at the party that got kicked out?” Illias asked. I frowned, wondering how in the fuck he would even know that. But the doctor's words chased all the thoughts from my mind with his next words.
“We’ll listen to the baby's heartbeat now,” the doctor declared, his hand firm but his voice held a note of tremor. I sighed. I couldn’t do that to the poor old doctor.
He took a small box with a tiny microphone attached. He handed a gel tube to Illias.
“Would you please put that on your wife’s lower belly?” he asked him.
Illias snatched it out of his hand, then pulled up my dress to find me wearing red, lacy panties.
“Why are you wearing such revealing panties?” he grumbled.
Oh, he didn’t! There wasn’t a single pair of panties in the stack that he bought me that was less revealing.
“Sorry, I forgot my granny panties at home,” I remarked dryly, shifting up to rest on my elbows so I could glare at him better. I needed him to see my wrath. “You know, I didn’t have a chance to pack since you kidnapped me, right outside my brother’s wedding reception.”
“I saved your ass,” he bit out.
“And then you kidnapped me,” I snapped, glaring at him.
The doctor cleared his throat. “T-the gel on her belly,” he stuttered.
I flopped back on the bed, knowing I probably looked like a brat to the doctor, but, at this point, I couldn’t have cared less. Maybe I was. Maybe my brothers had indulged my whims a bit too often in my life. Or maybe my husband was just an asshole. I was choosing option two.
Illias removed the top of the tube, then spread a generous amount of the cold gel on my belly. His fingers firm and rough, he rubbed the cold thick liquid over my skin, and I managed not to respond to the sensation of his fingers on me. A woman scorned and all that shit.
A clearing of the throat cleared my head of the multiple ways I was thinking of how to kill my husband and get back home… alone.
“May I?” The doctor asked, but he wasn’t asking me. He was asking Illias, his eyes locked on him with a slight hint of fear. He should be asking me, not that Neanderthal. It was my body, after all. Men, in general, were really starting to piss me off.
It didn’t matter that I wanted this man.
My husband. For what reason, I had no fucking idea.
But my body wanted him inside me, on top of me, behind me.
All over me. But even more than that, I wanted a partnership.
I wanted to trust him and for him to trust me.
I was by no means a fragile flower or an innocent woman.
I was raised with my brothers, knew what they had to do, - although not in gruesome detail - and what they’d done to keep us protected.
It didn’t make me respect them any less, nor love them any more.
Illias clenched his jaw and nodded. A few seconds later, we heard the rapid whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat inside me, and I let out a relieved sigh. I knew the baby was still inside me, but there was something so emotional about hearing that heartbeat, reassuring me that it was still beating.
Without thinking, I took Illias’ hand and gripped it tightly, emotions swelling inside me.
The moment I heard that proof of life - whoosh, whoosh - something inside of me shifted.
My heart raced excitedly every time I heard it.
I would never grow tired of it, but to hear it with the baby daddy by my side, it was emotional on a whole new level.
I needed to start rethinking this whole “kill Illias” thing.
Maybe I could just maim him a little bit.
“It’s a strong heartbeat,” the doctor uttered with a smile.
Then he stiffened and my eyes widened in fear. “What?” I demanded to know, panic lacing my voice.
“I-I’m not sure–” he started and my eyes darted to Illias, letting him see fear in my gaze. I wanted him to fix it, whatever it was.
Illias' eyes betrayed nothing of his worries. His face was a cold mask. But his hand gripped mine and I knew, just fucking knew, he wanted this as much as I did. He worried as much as me.
“Speak,” he ordered him, his voice a cold whip.
I glanced at Illias in confusion, then at the doctor. “Huh?”
“Two heartbeats,” the doctor repeated, smiling. “You’re going to have two babies.”
His words thundered through me like wildfire. My mouth parted. Blood rushed through me, making it hard to think.
“Two babies,” I repeated.
“Da,” he confirmed in Russian. “Two babies with very strong heartbeats.”
A burst of brilliant happiness rushed through me.
I grinned, unable to believe it. Two babies!
Illias and I shared a look. The smile he gave me just about blinded me.
He looked as happy as I felt and suddenly, I wondered if he’d really used me like I heard him say.
He seemed way too happy for this to be just a means to an end.
I wanted to ravage him. Fuck everything else, but I wanted to thank him for this. These babies.
Whatever leverage he wanted, I hoped he got it because I got so much more.
He returned his attention to the doctor, thanking him. Then the doctor left our bedroom, a soft click sounded behind him and I just about jumped on my husband.
“Two babies,” I exclaimed.
I could feel dampness between my legs. An ache pulsed in me and throbbed, demanding I get relief. No fucking idea if that was normal after the events of today. I didn’t give a shit.
All I knew was that I’d be a mother. To two beautiful babies.
I straddled him and slammed my mouth on his.
“I’m so horny,” I murmured against his lips, grinding myself against his hard erection.
I leaned forward and kissed his throat. He still owed me an explanation about that phone call but, for now, I just needed him.
“You and I have some shit to talk about, but right now, just fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he ground out.
His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands and gripping them tightly. And all the while, I kissed his throat, licked his skin, sucked on his neck.
My nipples were sensitive, brushing against the thin material of my bra, sending sizzles of pleasure lower. I ground down on his erection and my forehead fell forward, resting on his shoulder as the pleasure spread through me.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back and took my mouth, devouring me. I parted my mouth, welcoming him. He slid his tongue inside and I was lost to him. The wetness and heat. The feverish desire.
The sound of my panties being ripped filled the air. Our mouths drifted apart and in one swift move, he pulled my already unzipped dress over my head, leaving me in a bra, which disappeared in my next breath.
I pushed his vest off his shoulders, then struggled with the buttons, only to rip them. The buttons went flying all over the room, landing with little clicks.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he said roughly.
My hands reached for his belt but he was faster. The jingle of his belt. A seductive echo of the zipper and he slammed inside me in one forceful thrust.
Two groans. Two shudders. Two heartbeats.
He leaned forward and captured my top lip between his, kissing me. Seducing me all over again. A tremor ran through me as our tongues danced together. I licked inside his mouth. He sucked my tongue. Our moans and groans mixed. His hands tightened on my grip and then he slapped my ass.
Breaking our kiss, he rasped, “Fuck me, Wife. Show me how you get yourself off with my dick inside you.”
I rolled my hips, slow and lazy. He felt so big and deep inside me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on as I rode him.
I wouldn’t make it long. A shiver rolled through me.
My pussy throbbed with each thrust he took control of.
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder against him. Making me ride him faster.
I rose an inch and slid back down. Then again. His groans guided me. He was losing control. The sensation of him deep inside me was intoxicating.
His teeth nipped my top lip. Then his mouth moved lower to my neck. Kissing. Marking. His lips ran up my neck, then pressed to my ears. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you and our babies away from me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, crazed with lust.
He kissed me hard. Possessive. Wild and rough.
His hands gripped my hips and started to control my movements. He started to move me up and down. Hard and fast. Deep and rough. I moaned into his mouth. Pressure built. My chest rubbed against his.
But when his head lowered and sucked a nipple into his mouth, a shudder rolled through me and my head fell back. He turned his attention to my other nipple and he bit the sensitive peak.
I moaned and the pressure boiled past the point of no return. He rocked me against his hard length, hitting all the right spots. Shudders rolled through me like waves crashing against a shore.
An orgasm slammed into me, and I moaned his name like a prayer. My walls clenched around his length and he kept fucking me through my orgasm until he sank so deep inside me, I didn’t know where he began and I ended.
He spilled inside me with a loud groan and his mouth on mine.
His heart thundered hard in his chest, threatening to crack my own. His fingers intertwined with mine, holding me as if he feared I’d disappear.
“Mine,” he rasped. “You’ve always been mine, Tatiana.”
It was then that realization sunk in. Illias' words about me forgetting him finally sunk in and made sense.
Illias Konstantin had fucked me in the gazebo, not Adrian.