12. Tatiana
12
TATIANA
T he thrill of having Lucian manhandle me is almost as shameful as how turned on I am by the way our arguments always lead to sex. It’s a back-and-forth I’m quickly getting addicted to, and I didn’t even realize I was falling into that trap until Lucian predicted how wet I would be.
He’s right, I’m slick with arousal, and he hasn’t even kissed me. But the immediate aftermath of our heated exchanges seems to be the only time I can find peace with my new situation—because the rest of the time, I feel disloyal to my father’s memory for having agreed to this alliance at all. But in the middle of a fight, I don’t have time to read into my desire, and once we start fucking, it’s nearly impossible for me to focus on anything but the pleasure.
Lucian’s fingers unleash a molten heat deep in my core as they slide between my folds, collecting my arousal to swirl around my clit. I squirm, my hips jerking and my back arching as the jolt of pleasure crackles up my spine, and I gasp. Then an aching sense of need replaces his fingers as he stops touching me.
“I will keep you here all day if that’s what it takes,” Lucian promises, his voice low and sensual as he rocks back onto his knees and slowly undoes the buckle of his belt.
My stomach tightens when I think about the words he used—that he might just have to break me —and my pulse races as I wonder for the first time if he intends to hurt me. He’s never done more than playfully spank me a few times, and he’s never left a mark. But I’ve seen how violent he can be. He’ll take a man’s life without even blinking, and I might have finally pushed him too far.
But as soon as the leather hisses through his belt loops, he drops it onto the mattress and opens his pants. Rather than undressing, he pulls out his impressive cock, giving it a few lazy strokes. Then he grips my knees, spreading them as he settles between my thighs.
“I think you chose to argue with me about a point you know makes sense because this is exactly where you wanted to end up,” he murmurs against my ear, his cockhead slipping between my slick folds.
He presses inside me, and I cry out as he fills me so completely, releasing pleasure that rushes through my core and out to my extremities. Heat floods my veins, and I strain against the ropes holding me captive as my arousal wars with the mortification of how much I like it when he dominates me.
I’m New York’s first pakhansha . I’m the head of my father’s Bratva, and I’m tied to the bed of a man who’s supposed to be my enemy while he makes me feel pleasure I never knew I needed so desperately.
It feels dangerously seductive to have my hands tied above my head, to have Lucian claim my body and demand my pleasure like this—like it’s some kind of punishment. It should be a punishment. I’m not supposed to want this, but God, I do. I throb with the need for release, my blood pounding through my veins as my excitement builds.
His movements are hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out of me effortlessly because I’m already so wet with need. He’s right—about the men. I know presenting a united front would help calm the fighting. But I hate the idea of admitting it—that his solution might work. I don’t want to give Lucian an inch, because I know if I do, he could take a mile. I’m unprepared for the kind of chess he plays, a game of strategy that’s caught me off guard and off-balance more than I ever want to be again.
Even now, as he drives spine-tingling pleasure through my body with each powerful thrust, I can feel myself clinging to my stubborn mindset because I refuse to play his game.
“I wonder how many times I could make you come in a day,” Lucian teases, his warm breath tickling across my neck as his lips brush across the shell of my ear. “If I kept you tied here, ready for me whenever the urge arises…”
I whimper, horrified by the flood of arousal that gushes into my channel at the thought.
Lucian chuckles darkly, nipping my ear as he drives inside me, and though it feels like he’s punishing me with pleasure, I know I’m a lost cause. He’s going to break my will because he knows exactly how to excite me, how to make me call his name.
I’m so close to coming, my knees start to quake, my thighs trembling against his hips as I take his punishing pace.
“Come for me, tesoro ,” he murmurs, reaching between us to swirl my clit with his fingers as he rocks deep inside me.
The intense stimulation and the complete lack of control over my own pleasure make something snap inside me. I can’t stop him—with my hands tied and the weight of his body pinning me down, I’m here for his pleasure, but all he’s demanding is mine. White-hot excitement explodes through my body, and I cry Lucian’s name as he forces a climax from me.
Walls throbbing around his hard length, clit fluttering beneath his fingers, I pant as my orgasm hits me like a train. It’s all I can do to cling to the rope confining me as my body pulses, my muscles quivering as cool relief drains my strength.
“Good girl,” Lucian purrs, his lips curling into a cocky grin as he looks down at my flushed face.
My natural instinct is to rebel against his approval—to hide the fact that it makes my walls pulse and throb a little harder, drawing out the pleasure of my release. I don’t know why, but I can’t ignore the fact that I like hearing Lucian’s praise.
“Now, are you ready to call a meeting with our men?” he asks playfully, rolling his hips forward for emphasis.
“You’re such a dick,” I hiss, saying it in English this time so he’s sure to understand.
I shouldn’t keep antagonizing him, but I just can’t seem to help myself. And as Lucian releases a low, rumbling chuckle, my core flutters with nervous excitement.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he teases.
Then he pulls out of me abruptly. The hollow feeling he leaves behind brings tears to my eyes, and I fight the shocking sense of loss, the intense need to have him inside me again. Lucian’s strong hands grip my hips a moment later, and he turns me, putting me on my belly so quickly it makes my head spin. Then his hands push the fabric of my dress up my body, exposing my lace-clad breasts as he guides the red fabric up to my head.
He only stops once it’s bunched at my elbows, creating a secondary restraint and a blindfold all at once. It leaves me feeling intensely vulnerable, and my stomach quivers as I wonder what he intends to do with me next.
Strong fingers press into my flesh, slowly running down from my shoulder blades, following the curve of my waist until they hook around the bend of my hips. He pulls back, stretching my arms above me as he puts me into a kneeling position, my ass up in the air. His low groan of approval sounds almost pained as he runs his hands over the exposed flesh. Then, without warning, he gives me a sharp spank.
I jerk, squealing as my skin lights on fire, shocked by the sudden, stinging pain—and the rush of excitement that pools in my belly after. He does the same thing to my other ass cheek, and though I jolt with the second one, just like the first, my squeal comes out more like a moan of desire.
“You like that, don’t you, principessa ?” Lucian teases, his hands sliding over the burning handprints as if to smooth away the pain. “You are so full of sin and hellfire.”
My stomach quivers as I feel the brush of his soft dress shirt sliding along my back, and Lucian’s low whisper is next to my ear as he covers me with his body.
“Another thing I love about you, Tatiana.”
Hearing the word love on Lucian’s lips does strange things to my nervous system, and I shudder as a tingling electricity crackles across my skin. Before I can catch my breath, I feel him lining up with my wet entrance, and he thrusts inside me from behind. One hand rests on the small of my back, keeping me arched against the bed, my hips back so I’m on full display. His other hand reaches around to play with my clit, and I sob as the pleasure grows so intense I can barely breathe.
“Maybe I’ll have to give you a proper spanking if you don’t want to work with me,” Lucian says, his light tone laced with a dark desire that makes my core throb.
I’m mortified by the realization that I might actually want to know what a “proper spanking” would be like from Lucian, but I know I’m not strong enough to hold out for that. I’m going to come again in no time at all, and with every orgasm, my ability to resist him grows more feeble. I don’t want to keep refusing him. Not when letting go feels so good .
“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his thrusts growing more adamant as his fingers circle my clit mercilessly.
Zinging pleasure ripples up and down my spine, and I quiver as I strain against the ropes around my wrists as my body rocks into him. His cock slides in and out of me, creating a friction that makes my skin tingle and my walls tighten. My pussy lips are swollen with excitement, my core molten as I take him inside me again and again.
The threat of being tied to this bed all day suddenly feels more like a reward than anything—and when I stop thinking about my responsibilities, my obligations, my loyalties, it’s all too easy to savor this moment. I crave the desire Lucian draws out in me. I yearn for this ravenous hunger that only he seems to be able to satiate. It terrifies me to need him like I do, but right now, I would do just about anything to feel him come inside me—to come all over his thick, glorious cock.
“Come with me, tesoro ,” Lucian rasps, and I can hear how close he is by the brittle tension in his voice.
When he says it like that, I can’t resist. My body obeys before I can even think to do otherwise, and as I topple into oblivion, a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. The heat of his release fills my body with molten satisfaction, the sensation of being so full it’s spilling out of me is a deep and carnal relief. And as he throbs inside me, my walls milk his cock, urging every last drop of his cum into my depths.
I breathe heavily as his rocking slows to a stop. My dress keeps my vision shuttered, which somehow intensifies the sound of his ragged pants, the feeling of his skin brushing against mine, the heat of his chest radiating warmth, like a welcoming fireplace, as he leans over me. And tingling relief floods my arms as he releases the knot on my restraints.
I moan as he eases out of my depths and roll onto my side, my body spent.
Lucian releases a low, tantalizing chuckle, and he pulls my dress back down around my shoulders, freeing my arms as he grants me the gift of sight.
“ Now will you agree to a meeting?” he teases, his voice low and as soft as silk as his striking hazel eyes dance.
“Fine,” I groan, pulling my dress back down over my breasts and hips. “But you’re still a jerk.”
“I think last time you called me a dick,” he says, his smile growing.
“I’ve called you a lot more than that today.” I match his smirk with one of my own, savoring that smallest of victories.
But even that, Lucian takes with a grain of salt. Another low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he leans in to brush a kiss across my lips. Then he tucks his cock back into his pants and closes them before stalking from the room like he didn’t just fuck me into submission.