3. Lucian
3
LUCIAN
I can see the fire burning in Tatiana’s eyes—not just the passionate kind either. She positively loathes me, and I know I have a lot to make up for after these months of conflict. She doesn’t like to be outsmarted—but judging by how quickly she fell apart on my tongue, I’d say she likes to be dominated more than she’s willing to let on.
After holding her sister hostage overnight, it’s not hard to see why Tatiana would think of me as the villain in her story. I am the villain, and I don’t necessarily mind that. Having a brutal reputation does nothing but help me in our cutthroat world, especially when I’m going up against Killian King as well.
But I fully intend to make Tatiana fall in love with me. Because I’ve been enraptured by her since the first time we met, and while I’ve turned her life upside down these past few months—I have also set her free. Watching her take command of her men today unleashed a deep pride inside me. My bride is fierce, powerful, intelligent. She demands authority in the sexiest of ways.
And tonight, I intend to worship my goddess until she cries out my name.
Together, we will mend the rift I caused between our families, and then, we will be unstoppable. I just have to show Tatiana I’m on her side. I have to prove we can be a force to reckon with, if only she can see we’re on the same team.
Tonight, I intend to show her just how good it can feel to give in to me.
And as she sprawls gasping across my sheets, I can see her walls start to crumble. Slowly, I release her creamy thighs, rising to stand over her sheer, bare perfection.
“Take off your panties,” I command as I reach for the collar of my tux.
She hesitates, a flicker of resistance entering her piercing blue eyes, and I arch my eyebrows. If she wants to be difficult, I don’t mind incorporating a bit of light punishment. Maybe Tatiana’s into getting spanked. She clearly finds my dominance arousing.
“Take them off, or I’ll remove them for you,” I purr, balling my bowtie and tossing it aside. Then I shrug out of my black jacket.
Tatiana shivers, her nipples hardening, and my already rock-hard cock throbs adamantly against the zipper of my pants. When she reaches down to hook her thumbs inside the waistline of her black satin panties, I let my lips curl into a smirk.
“Good girl.”
Beautiful color blossoms in her high cheeks, the stain nearly matching the dark crimson of her lips. And maybe it’s wrong of me, but I love her silent indignation at being praised. It’s going to make the victory of winning her over that much sweeter.
Her hips lift off the bed, and she slides the slip of fabric down her full hips, then sits up to let it drop to the floor. She reaches down to grasp one pearl-studded heel next, but I stop her with a word.
“No. Those stay on,” I command as I get to work on the buttons of my shirt.
Tatiana’s flash of defiance as she glares up at me makes my cock twitch, and her full lips press into a subtle pout. I can’t wait to see them wrapped around my swollen tip. I doubt there’s anything sexier than the sight of Tatiana sucking my cock. But tonight is about her pleasure. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy every dirty thing we can think of.
“Stand up,” I command as I toss my shirt aside and reach down for the buckle of my belt.
Tatiana’s breaths quicken as her eyes flick down to my hands, and her tongue darts out to nervously lick her lips. I doubt anyone has ever dared spank her, and I add it to the list of things I’ll try with her someday. But tonight, I yank the soft black leather out of its loops and drop it to the ground.
My beautiful Russian bride stands, her naked body on full display for me as her eyes roam slowly from my open pants to my abs, my chest, then my face. She’s blushing fully now, and I can see the heat of appreciation in her gaze.
“Like what you see?” I tease, quirking an eyebrow playfully.
“I … didn’t expect you to be quite so … fit.”
Chuckling darkly, I step closer to hook a finger beneath her chin, and I tilt her face up so our lips are nearly brushing. “I think you’ll find me pleasantly surprising in many ways, tesoro ,” I murmur. Then I seal our lips with a kiss.
Tatiana’s breath catches, her breasts rising until her nipples brush lightly against my chest, and my cock throbs to be inside her. But I intend to take my time and make her enjoy every moment. Trapping her jaw with one hand, I brush the smooth skin of her abdomen with my fingertips.
Goosebumps rise across her flesh as I touch her with a feather lightness, exploring her perfection with intimate detail, and when I reach the soft, full swell of her breast, she gasps. I palm the supple orb, relishing the way it fills my hand and oozes between my fingers. She’s so beautifully curvy in such a natural way.
Catching the hard nub of her nipple between my finger and thumb, I roll it gently, and when Tatiana cries out against my lips, I can hear the pleasure in her voice. I delve my tongue into her mouth, savoring her sweet taste as I kiss her more deeply. Then, as I continue to claim her lips, I wrap an arm around her waist. Guiding her backwards, I walk her to the full-length mirror I intend to take her against—because I want to watch her pleasure from every angle.
Coming to a stop right in front of it, I grasp her hips and spin her around.
Tatiana’s lips part, her breath rushing from her at the unexpected shift, and her hands fly out to catch her, palms pressing flat against the mirror.
“Hmm,” I murmur appreciatively. “That’s perfect.”
Her gorgeous breasts are on full display, the curve of her waist and full hips like an hourglass in the mirror, and her feet are shoulder-width apart in an effort to keep her balance. Every last feminine inch of her is exposed and inviting. I take a step back, running my hands down the curve of her beautiful back until my fingers find the matching set of dimples at the base of her spine.
Her full ass presses back just slightly from her arched back as she leans forward against the glass, and I just can’t help myself. I run my palm over the smooth fullness before I give her a light spank.
Tatiana gasps, her jaw dropping in shock as her blue eyes meet mine in her reflection. But after a slight jerk, she doesn’t flinch away from me. Instead, her hips rock back slightly into my hand—as if of their own accord.
“God, you’re so perfect,” I groan, tracing the seam of her full, firm ass with a finger.
Then I step forward, bringing my hips against her exposed flesh as I reach around to find the peak of her thighs once more. I hold Tatiana’s gaze with mine as I wrap one arm around her waist to cradle a full breast, and I find her clit with my other hand.
She whimpers, her lips pressing closed as her chin trembles, then her hips roll back against me, silently confirming her arousal. Not that I could miss it. She’s still wet from her first orgasm, her folds silky and slick.
Her eyelids flutter closed as her eyes roll into the back of her head, and while I love seeing the sign of pleasure, I’m not done looking at their beautiful electric-blue color.
“Look at me,” I growl, circling her clit more adamantly with my fingers.
Tatiana’s eyes fly open, fresh color flushing her cheeks, and I can see the defiance burning in their depths. But she couldn’t refuse me. She’s wired to obey—even if it pisses her off. Damn is that sexy.
“I want you to see just how beautiful you are when you come,” I murmur. Then I lean in to press my lips to her bare shoulder and lightly nip the soft skin.
Tatiana shivers, her nipples tightening as they grow perkier, and her thighs tremble. With each ragged intake of breath, she’s growing more aroused. I can see it in the fire of her gaze, the way her body curves and rocks against me—only slightly, as if she’s fighting to hide her pleasure. But her slick juices are enough to tell me she’s eager for my cock, and she’s getting wetter by the second.
“I think you’re ready for me, principessa ,” I murmur.
Tatiana releases a pained moan as my hands leave her body so I can draw my cock out of my pants. Precum beads at my thick tip because pleasuring my Russian bride is massively arousing. As I palm one full ass cheek to spread her open, I run my throbbing cockhead along the slick seam of her pussy.
She feels sinfully soft, and while I’ve slept with more women than I can count, I’ve never risked doing so without a condom before. It feels infinitely better and intensely intimate, the heat from Tatiana’s flesh warming my swollen tip as I collect her juices to make penetration pleasurable from the very first thrust.
Her entrance is warm and tight as I find it, and as I grasp her hips with both hands, I press slowly, luxuriously inside of her.
Tatiana cries out, her walls rippling around my thick length as I fill her inch by inch. She feels a thousand times better than I possibly could have imagined, and the thought of filling her with my seed is all the more exciting.
“You feel so good,” I groan as I start to rock inside her tight, wet depths. “And after tonight, maybe you’ll have my baby inside you.”
Tatiana’s cheeks flush, her fingers curling against the mirror, and her eyelids sink dangerously low in a sensual look of pleasure. She’s trying to keep them open, to look at me like a good girl, but at the same time, she’s squirming back against me, eager for more.
I give it to her, pressing my full, considerable length deep inside her as I reach around to tease her clit with my fingers.
“Oh God!” Tatiana gasps, her back arching and her arms giving out until her breasts are pressed against the cool mirrored surface.
“Not God, Tatiana. I want you to scream my name in bed,” I murmur, trapping her against her own reflection with my chest, and I rock more forcefully inside her as her cries of pleasure intensify. “You want me to let you come?” I tease, heat flashing through me at the incredible feel of her hot pussy wrapped around my cock.
“Yes,” she mewls, practically sobbing.
“Then say my name, and ask nicely,” I murmur against her ear.
She doesn’t obey me right away. Instead, she bites her lips together as if refusing to give me the satisfaction of hearing her beg—even if it means she won’t get to climax.
“Naughty,” I tease, and she quivers violently against me as her blue eyes meet mine with renewed ferocity. “I like your fire, tesoro ,” I breathe. “You are going to make my life far more interesting.”
“Screw you,” Tatiana hisses, and she grunts as I thrust inside her before staying buried there.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” I say playfully. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it.”
To prove my point, I circle her clit more adamantly with my fingers, flicking them lightly over the small bundle of nerves. And even though I told her she would only get to come if she said my name, she’s so close to the edge, that’s all it takes to push her over.
Tatiana gives a lusty moan, pressing her cheek against the mirror as her pussy grips my cock like a vise. Then she spasms around me as she reaches climax. Two orgasms within minutes of getting her out of her clothes—that must be a new record for me. I love how responsive my Russian princess is. So eager and ravenous for my touch—even if she refuses to admit it.
I can feel it, though, in the way her hips thrust back against me, taking me deeper inside her as she comes. I can feel it in the way she grips me, practically begging me to come inside her as her clit twitches against my fingertips.
And it feels so intensely good, the way she ripples along my cock, that it takes monumental effort not to release my load inside of her before the fun’s even begun.
I love this bold, passionate side of Tatiana. I love that she’s determined to maintain her pride even now. I knew she was an intelligent and fierce woman beneath her prim, proper-young-lady behavior. But I’m thrilled to see her coming into her own—even if it took making her hate me to reveal it.