4. Tatiana
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TATIANA
I knew sex would be part of the proposal I accepted to free Natasha—Lucian laid it out right from the start that he expects me to give him an heir. What I didn’t anticipate is how much I might enjoy fucking my husband.
I don’t want to give Lucian the satisfaction of knowing it. But despite my best effort, I can’t hide it. The euphoria crashing through me is so overwhelming, I couldn’t control it any more than I could stop a tidal wave. The tingling relief that floods my core makes me dizzy and weak-kneed.
My breath fogs against the mirror’s glass as I breathe heavily from the throbbing orgasm that pounds through my veins. I can feel Lucian’s impossibly thick, large cock twitching inside me every time I grip him. My heart flutters at the thought that this could be it. He might come inside me right here. Right now.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex, and the thrill of it makes my stomach quiver nervously. I’ve never indulged in the possibility of children because I was certain I would never get married. But if that’s the good that can come out of this horrible mess, I’ll take it. I feel a shocking sense of anticipation about the prospect of being a mom. And as much as I would like to wish the father of my children could be anyone but Lucian Agosti, right now, as he stretches my pussy to the limits of pleasure, I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re so damn perfect ,” Lucian groans, his fingers pressing into my hip bone as he pushes inside me to the hilt.
My clit flutters in response, my walls tightening around him once again, and I can’t help wondering if something is wrong with me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, but the way Lucian touches me sets my soul on fire. He’s not rough or violent, forcing himself on me, and yet, he commands my body in a way that makes it impossible to refuse. The best I can do to undermine his smug satisfaction is to stop myself from admitting how much I like it—at least out loud. But I might as well be screaming it for how traitorously my body shows it.
And when Lucian pulls out of me in one abrupt move, I can’t stop the whimper of disappointment that escapes me.
“Don’t worry, tesoro ,” he purrs as he turns me to face him. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
Then his arm snakes around my waist, and with an impressive strength, he hoists me off the ground, pressing my back against the cool mirror as my legs instinctively hook over his hips. The arrogant smirk that curls his proud lips tells me he can read my body language like a book. He knows the aching emptiness I feel now that his dangerously pleasurable cock isn’t buried inside my depths.
But I don’t have time to linger on the disappointment as his lips crush against mine. At the same time, his hard tip slides inside me, slick from my arousal and eager to fill me up once more. I cry out with pleasure, the sound echoing down his throat as a cool, tingling shiver trickles up my spine. I tighten around him, my body gripping his hard length, and Lucian groans. Then he starts to thrust, each deep penetration slamming my hips back against the mirror with a soft snap.
I feel completely consumed by him, his smell of lemon and vetiver soft and subtle in my nose, his hot flesh pressed against mine, his firm chest and surprisingly muscular arms pinning me against the cold glass. His tongue tangles with mine in a desperate kiss. No longer teasing and inviting, he’s lighting me on fire with a passion that could easily devour me.
My breasts press firmly against his well-defined pecs, the soft black chest hair tickling my oversensitive flesh, and if he doesn’t let me come one more time, I might just die. I’m so close, hovering on the precipice, even though I’ve already come twice.
And before I can think better of it, my voice takes on a life of its own. “Please, Lucian,” I whimper. Then I gasp, suddenly horrified that I begged him for more.
“Please what, tesoro ?” he teases, trailing soft kisses down my throat.
I shake my head, pressing my lips together as I refuse to say another word. He chuckles darkly, rocking in and out of me with such intensity, I think I might explode.
“You’re mine, Tatiana,” he murmurs, his thrusts growing more powerful as he drives inside me, claiming my body as he crushes my clit with each deep penetration.
And the bursts of electric pleasure leave me lightheaded and gasping for breath.
“As long as you know that, I’ll never let you go unsatisfied.” Then Lucian’s tongue dances between my teeth once more, claiming my lips as he takes every part of me as his own.
The building tension swirling in my core feels ready to snap, and as he kisses me deeply, I topple over the edge into a sea of bliss. Waves of heady relief wash through me as my pussy ripples, my clit throbbing in time to his relentless thrusts.
Lucian grunts, the sound deep and carnal as he slams inside me, his arm tightening around my waist. Then hot cum gushes inside my depths. I gasp at the shocking rush of adrenaline that chases my climax. The heat of nervous excitement sears across my flesh. He just came inside me, and the thought makes my stomach quiver as a fourth orgasm slams through me before the last one’s even finished.
We slow, Lucian keeping my body firmly pinned against the mirror as we pant. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that he never even bothered taking off his slacks. It leaves me feeling vulnerable, like he has the upper hand, but it’s almost hard to care when contentment keeps pulsing through my veins, making my walls pulse around his hard length long after I found my release.
Slowly, Lucian eases me back onto my pearl-studded heels, and when my legs wobble precariously, he grasps my elbows to steady me.
“That,” he says breathily, a playful smile stretching across his lips, “was a wonderful appetizer. Are you hungry, cara mia ? I’m starved.” Digging into his pocket, he pulls out his phone to call someone. In quick Italian, he gives a command, then he hangs up and turns his attention back to me.
His eyes roam appreciatively over my naked body, and my cheeks flame as I press my sticky knees together, hoping he won’t see the excitement that’s trickled down the inside of my thigh.
“I have to say, I’d much prefer you wear this for dinner,” he teases, reaching up to lightly roll one of my bare nipples between his finger and thumb.
I gasp as a jolt of pleasure lances through my core, and my stomach tightens with fresh excitement. But I press my lips together so I won’t accidentally moan.
“But I suspect you’d rather put something on?” Lucian’s wicked grin says he knows even if I did want to wear clothes, he ruined the dress I came in with. “You can borrow my shirts until we have time to bring your clothes over—unless you’d rather shop for a new wardrobe.”
“I’m perfectly fine with the clothes I own,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest in a failed attempt at modesty.
Lucian chuckles. “Alright.” He turns, scooping his white button-down up off the floor and offers it to me.
I snatch it out of his hands and slip my arms inside the sleeves, ignoring the way his scent fills my nose, making my pulse flutter. I button several buttons and am grateful to find he’s larger than me by enough that the shirt tail makes it past the curve of my butt. It barely covers me, but at least my ass won’t be hanging out there for everyone to see.
Rolling the sleeves to my elbows, I feel a sense of relief to be covered up once more. Though Lucian’s bare chest is still making my mouth water.
Someone knocks on the door a moment later, and when Lucian gives the command, they roll a dining cart of dome-covered plates and a bottle of champagne inside.
“Thank you, Daniella,” he says, dismissing her with a wave.
Then he pops the bottle of champagne and pours us each a glass.
“To our first time together as man and wife,” Lucian says suavely, holding up his champagne flute as my stomach knots. “And a steamy start to what I intend to be a full night of making love.”
Light filters through the window of the balcony door, shining across my pillow in a warm golden glow as it rouses me from a deep sleep. It must be late morning—I slept in, exhausted after Lucian and I didn’t go to bed until nearly daybreak.
But he’s already up and out of the room, ready to start the day.
I groan, rolling onto my back as I take stock of my current state. I’m muscle sore from getting an intense physical workout, and the space between my thighs aches deliciously from getting such thorough use. I’ve never been with a man who has the kind of stamina Lucian has, and I’m shocked to realize my own sexual appetite is near insatiable.
Still, I’m mortified by the fact that I actually enjoyed our wedding night.
Lucian made me feel things I never knew a man could, and I’m dangerously close to being satisfied with this new potential for my life. If only that wouldn’t completely betray my family and all my father worked so hard for before he died.
Before Lucian killed him.
Groaning in frustration, I sit up and bury my face in my hands. I need to keep my head in the game. I’m acting like some silly little schoolgirl who just had her first taste of romance. I can’t lose sight of the fact that Lucian is my enemy—even if he does make love like Casanova.
Throwing the covers off the bed, I get up, ready to face the reality of my day ahead. I’ll have to face my men and tell them where we go as a Bratva from here. I have no doubt that after all the trouble they’ve given me just for being a woman, it’s going to get so much worse before it gets better, because I basically sold my soul to the devil, and now they’re stuck working for a woman who’s shackled to Satan himself.
Stomping toward the closet to find something that might cover my body well enough for breakfast, I’m shocked to find the olive-green wrap dress I wore to confront Lucian yesterday is freshly laundered and folded on the dresser.
Thank God, I actually have something to wear, and while I would like to take a shower before putting it on, I’m starving, so that will have to wait until after.
Still, as I slip into the soft fabric and tie the cloth belt around my waist, I feel oddly conflicted about the thoughtful gesture. Lucian—or at least his household—was considerate enough to realize I have no clothes of my own here after yesterday’s unexpected turn of events.
Rather than putting on my dirty panties, I reluctantly choose to go commando and head downstairs.
I hear voices coming from a hallway at the bottom of the sweeping stairs, and I follow them, hoping they’ll lead me toward a source of food. As soon as I step into the rustically decorated dining room, I find Lucian sitting at the head of the breakfast table.
He looks up from talking to the guest beside him, and as his hazel eyes find mine, a charming smile breaks across his face. “Ah, there’s my sleeping beauty. Cara mia , join us for breakfast.”
I stiffen, frustrated to be pretending we’re some kind of happy couple in front of five unfamiliar faces. Only, when I look closer, I realize they’re several of our wedding guests from yesterday. They must have overindulged in the festivities and chosen to spend the night in the guest rooms of the estate. Guardedly, I lower myself into the open chair beside him.
“Would you care for some quiche?” he offers, gesturing to the dish in front of us. “Or I can have the kitchen make you something specific if you would prefer.”
“Quiche is fine,” I state cooly, reaching for the spatula and slicing a section to put on my plate.
“How did you sleep?” Lucian asks after I’ve taken several bites of the offensively delicious spinach-ham-and-egg-filled pastry.
I’m not about to admit that I might have had the best sleep of my life after being so physically and mentally exhausted and falling onto such a luxury mattress that even the recurring nightmares of my father’s bloody death couldn’t find me. “Rather poorly, considering you snore,” I state haughtily before taking another bite.
Saying something like that in front of all these guests is more than a little uncouth, and I don’t doubt it will piss Lucian off, but I want to get under his skin like he’s gotten under mine. To my astonishment, though Lucian is known for being brutal and malicious in the public eye, he seems to take my goading with good-natured humor.
Warm laughter bursts from his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth as he tilts his head back. “Oh man,” he says as he pulls himself back together. “You’re the first woman who’s ever told me that. I like your honesty. Not many women would be so bold.”
“Oh? And what number am I in this long line of women you’ve slept with, if you’ve never been told you snore?” I mock.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Lucian murmurs playfully, leaning closer on one elbow as if to whisper conspiratorially with me.
A shocking jolt of jealousy lances through me at the thought that he could have slept with plenty of other women before me. I know he’s considerably older than I am—maybe thirty-seven or thirty-eight, while I’m just twenty-four. But the lack of irritation my comment seems to draw out in him, combined with his inclination to keep his lovers private, unleashes a strange conflict inside me.
Don Lucian Agosti is not at all what I expected. While he takes control and knows how to show me exactly what he wants and when he wants it, he’s also strangely…respectful—a bit like an old-fashioned gentleman. I hate the hint of genuine interest that’s rising inside of me when it comes to my new husband.
“You know what?” I snap, tossing my napkin down on my plate and standing in a huff. “I don’t have time for your mind games today.”
Frustrated once more by Lucian’s ability to get under my skin, I whirl and storm toward the door.