21. Tatiana
TATIANA
I llias’ eyes simmered with lust.
They were darker than midnight and despite my anger, my hormonal body responded. Yes, it was immature to blame it on my hormones but whatever.
“Isla go to your room,” he barked.
I glared at my husband, frustration bubbling in my chest. “Don’t talk to her that way.”
“It’s okay,” Isla assured. She looked mortified to have been caught by her brother shaking her ass.
“No, it’s not okay,” I snapped. “Newsflash. You’re a grown woman. He doesn’t get to tell you what to do. Especially when he’s the one with so many fucking secrets.”
Isla’s eyes darted from me to her brother then back to me. She didn’t know what I was talking about. But she was smart enough not to ask. She might have been sheltered, but she had good instincts and an excellent sense of self-preservation.
“Go to your room, Sestra,” Illias ordered. He was a picture of remorselessness. Shocking. The guy was used to getting what he wanted. “You and I will have a talk tomorrow about your fashion show at Enrico Marchetti’s venue.”
Both of us stilled, shock waves rolling through us.
We shared a glance and I gave her a barely noticeable shake of the head.
There was no sense in denying it. Whatever he found out, he was certain of what he learned.
Hopefully, it was purely platonic information.
Isla happened to be at the venue that was hosted in Marchetti’s building.
That was a story I would stick to. Either way, it meant I’d have to expedite my plan.
I’d kidnap my sweet sister-in-law tonight. It’d be more subtle than my own kidnapping, but kidnapping nonetheless.
“Now, Isla,” he barked and she startled which earned him a glare from me. “To your room.”
She sent me a worried glance and I gave her a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry, I have three bigger, scarier brothers than him,” I assured her. “Illias is like a big pussycat.”
A groan filled the space. “Don’t call me a pussycat, Wife.”
I shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”
Isla’s eyes darted between the two of us, unconvinced I could handle her brother. He was a force of a man. But she hadn’t met my brothers; otherwise, she’d have more faith in me. I could have all four of them for breakfast if I wanted to. Even if I had to resort to playing dirty.
“It’s okay,” I repeated. “I’ll check on you later. Grab two Advil before you go to bed.”
With a nod, she swayed on her feet as she left the room and headed upstairs. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, Illias was on me in one long stride.
My back hit the wall. His body pressed against mine. His hands grabbed my thighs as he forced them open. “You are wrong to compare me to your brothers,” he purred, too dangerously soft. “Because Tatiana, my angel, your brothers would never do this.”
In one swift move, his fingers slid inside my pants and under my panties. He pushed a finger inside me and a moan slipped through my lips. God, it felt so good having his body against mine. To have his thick finger inside me.
“Ah, moya luna,” he purred. “Your pussy missed me.”
I scoffed. “Don’t fool yourself.” He thrust his finger, followed by a second, into my clenching entrance. “You left without a fucking word,” I hissed, my tone breathy as he plunged in and out of my greedy sex. “I’m mad at you.”
He chuckled, his mouth skimming my cheeks. My jaw. My lips. “You can be mad at me while I’m eating your pussy.”
My mouth parted, but I couldn’t find it in me to deny him. Did it make me weak? Maybe. But fuck, if I wanted it too, why not take advantage of it. He slid his fingers knuckles deep inside me and my eyes grew half-lidded from desire.
My hips arched into his touch.
“Where were you?” I rasped, curious if he’d give me an answer.
“I met with Marchetti,” he responded, his mouth back to skimming my jaw. “He says hi.”
Surprise flooded me that he answered honestly.
“About?” I asked hopefully. Maybe we could work together. Maybe Konstantin could tell me everything that led us to that night of the accident. I’d help him with that chip and he’d help me understand what exactly Adrian did.
“A fashion brand deal.” Okay, maybe not. Disappointment flooded me. Obviously, he wouldn’t tell me anything. Fine. It worked both ways. If he refused to share information, I’d do the same. His thumb found my clit and my head fell back. Gasps and moans traveled through the air.
“I can smell your arousal.” My clit throbbed. My vision blurred. My ears buzzed. “I’m starved and I’m going to feast on this pussy all night.”
“Maybe this pussy doesn’t want you,” I replied nonchalantly. “Maybe she’s in the mood for another man.”
My breathy voice might have ruined my intent, but the result was perfect. Suddenly, Illias grabbed me by a fistful of hair. His gaze locked on me full of turmoil. His gaze burned, revealing currents underneath his darkness that would pull me into oblivion.
“Don’t ever joke around about touching other men.” The venom in his voice had my heart racing. He pulled his finger out, then slammed two back in. “I’ll murder a man for just looking your way.”
“T-that might be a problem,” I breathed, my pussy grinding against his hand. My blood thundered in my ears. Lust drowned all other noises, leaving me alone with him. “Because if I murder every woman just looking your way, it will leave only the two of us in this world.”
“I’m fine with that.”
His gaze burned hot. Obsessive. Possessive. Madness. Those were the three words I’d use to describe my husband. And all of it was aimed at me.
His hands left me. He took a small step back. Fuck, nobody looked as good as Illias in a suit. Broad shoulders that his custom made suits hid. The tanned skin I knew it hid. A savage and ruthless man packaged in a sophisticated suit.
I wanted him naked. I wanted to feel his hot skin against mine.
“Take off your clothes.” Something about his commanding tone sent shudders through me. I obeyed quickly. Too eagerly. But a week without him inside me had been agonizing. My clothes discarded on the floor, I stood naked in front of him.
His fingers traced my lower belly, his touch gentle and reverent. “How are you feeling?”
The reverence in his voice sent a fever through me. Shower me with money, fashion, diamonds… that was all great. But this… the reverence in his voice for our babies was what made me fall to my knees.
“They missed their papa,” I murmured. He took a step forward, closing the space between us.
The darkness in his eyes flashed with the light. Time suspended. Our breaths intermingled. Then his mouth crashed down on mine. Effortlessly, he scooped me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He held me tightly as he walked across the room.
I’d leave him tonight. I’d go searching for answers. But he’d come for me. Without a doubt, I knew he’d find me. I just didn’t know where we’d be at the end of it all.
He sat down on the couch, my knees straddling him.
His heavy gaze caressed every inch of my body.
My mouth. My breasts. My stomach. My curves.
His hands followed the path of his gaze, a rough and claiming touch leaving marks behind.
As if he wanted the entire world to know I was his.
His mouth latched onto my breast and a shot of lust rushed through my bloodstream.
His touch was rough and urgent, mirroring my own. He fed my fire. I ignited his.
My hands buried in his hair as he sucked on my nipples, each graze of his teeth against the sensitive flesh sent tremors through me.
His hand slapped my ass. “Stand up and sit on my face.”
He barely got his command out before he jerked me upward.
I squealed softly, but it quickly turned into a moan as he pulled me down on his face.
His stubble was rough against my sensitive flesh.
I groaned. He groaned. I braced my thighs on the back of the couch and my hands in his hair while his face was buried in my pussy.
He sucked and licked. My hips rolled and ground against his mouth. My moans filled the space. In the back of my mind, I worried about suffocating him, but the moment I tried to shift away, his hand came down on my ass.
Slap.
I yelped, gripping a fistful of his hair.
“Get back on my face,” he growled. “I want to suffocate with your pussy on my face.”
His fingers dug into my hips and he slammed me down back on his face.
The groan vibrated from him and straight to my core.
He swirled his tongue in circles, lapping my juices.
Then he nipped my sensitive, swollen clit and pushed his tongue inside my entrance.
My hips bucked. I gasped. The orgasm shot through me, stealing my breath away.
I had no fucking idea when he’d unfastened his pants, but he was pulling his dress shirt from his pants and I pulled him out, my movements eager and frantic. He was hot and heavy in my hand, and so hard. Then without warning he grabbed my hips and slammed inside me.
“Ohhhhh… my… God…” I choked breathlessly, pleasure blazing through my veins.
“Your husband,” he murmured against my mouth. “Not God. I’ll kill him too.”
My silly heartbeat tripped over itself. My breath shuddered. My tits rubbed against the material of his suit.
“Whatever you want,” I breathed, my fingers frantically ripping his suit jacket off, then working on his shirt. The moment my palms felt his warm skin, I sighed. Touching Illias was a sin in itself. His warm skin smelled like home. My home. I licked it, tasting citrus and sandalwood.
My own personal heaven. My own personal hell. My purgatory.
“Remember those words.” He leaned forward and took my bottom lip between his teeth. “Because I’m fucking you all night,” he rasped against my mouth. He was so deep inside me - my body, my soul and my brain - that I should be terrified. Yet, the only thing I could feel was excitement.
Our mouths molded together. I slid my tongue inside and a groan from deep in his chest vibrated against my own heart. His hands tightened on my hips and he started grinding them against his cock.
He broke the kiss just long enough to say, “Ride me, baby.”
I did. His kiss turned rough, his tongue mimicked the rolling of my hips. My blood drummed in my ears, rushing through my veins. Fuel and flame ignited, consuming me. Just like this man. My husband.
I rolled my hips, at first slow and lazy but he wouldn't have it.
So he took charge. His fingers dug into my flesh and he lifted me slightly, until his hard length almost slid out of me.
Only to pull me harder down on his shaft, slamming my pussy against his pelvis.
My clit ground against it. My head fell back.
His harsh breathing and my moans filled the silence.
The sensation of him so deep inside me drove me closer to the edge.
His grunts and groans echoed my moans. He repeated the movement and a shudder rolled through me.
His rough hands held me tightly. I could feel the brush of his body against every inch of me.
My breasts against his hard chest. Our heartbeats thundering hard in sync.
His teeth nipped my jaw, then he kissed me hard. Rough.
He moved me up and down, hitting a spot deep inside me. The pressure built. He swallowed my moans. I shuddered against him with each brush of my clit against his pelvis. He rocked me, controlling the speed.
Coiled pleasure exploded through me. My insides clenched, strangling his cock. My breathing hitched.
“Fuck!” He let out a deep masculine groan, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, then bit my neck, marking me. My own pleasure sent tremors through my body and slowly dissipated as he shuddered in my arms, following me over the edge.
His forehead came to mine. Our breaths came out heavy and erratic. My gaze drowned in his.
“You okay?” he murmured softly. My fingers threaded through his hair, my senses overtaken by him. His hard body molded against mine. Or mine molded to his.
“Yes.”
His eyes were focused on me. A molten flame, sending lava through me. “Good, because we’ve just gotten started.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I missed you.”
Bu-bum. Bu-bum. I could feel his heart as if it was my own.
Emotions danced through me. And a startling realization sunk in.
I’d fallen in love with my husband.