Page 59 of Poisoned Roses

With a deep breath, I drop the robe, conscious I was prepared as a feast for their king. It’s as if I’m only just learning what being alive means, because even dancing doesn’t compare to this.

He prowls toward me, his gaze never leaving mine for a second and dips his finger into the glass, removing it and smearing the drops of alcohol across my lips and then leans in and licks it off in a seductive move.

My entire body shakes as he forces a finger into my mouth and opens it, tipping the glass to my lips, the liquid trickling onto my tongue. He wastes no time in joining it and as our tongues wrap around one another, the liquid coating them is as if I just accepted an invitation to join the devil in hell.

When he pulls away, the fire in his eyes didn’t require a match to ignite it and he jerks his head toward the bed.

“Lie down.”

I don’t question him. I’m a guest in his domain and the ripple of pleasure that wafts across my soul means I couldn’t refuse him if I tried.

As I lie back, the silk sheets feel cool against my heated skin and he sets the glass down and drops his pants, stepping out of them with a malevolent gleam in his eye.

He refills the glass and heads toward me, dripping droplets of the alcohol onto my naked flesh. He bends down and licks every drop from where it fell, causing me to tremble with desire. It’s as if I am a feast for his pleasure and I am more than happy about that.

He reaches my desperate pussy and dips his finger in the glass, inserting it into my wet heat, accompanied by his tongue. His groan of appreciation paints a smile on my face and as he pushes his fingers in deeper, he bites down on my clit.

“Oh God.”

I can’t control the sudden explosion that catches me off guard as I come so hard my fingers claw at the sheets and my body bucks against his wicked mouth.

He wastes no time and replaces his fingers with his cock and as I experience one hell of an orgasm, he takes his pleasure as it rains down onto his rock hard shaft.

His own orgasm is far harder than mine and he pumps relentlessly inside me as he roars his release. He pushes itdeeper, almost painting me inside, and as it joins with mine, my mind struggles to keep up.

He traps me beneath him and pins me to the bed with a dark glare and hisses, “That will be the last time I fuck you, Tatiana Pavlov.”

My heart drops, and I am paralyzed with desperation as he single-handedly destroys my world with one sentence and then rebuilds it in a different image with the next.

“The next time will be when I make love to my wife. Tia Romanov.”

His soft gaze and gentle expression mean more than he will ever realize and he lays his hand flat against my belly and says darkly, “You are my family now and whatever brought you here won’t be the reason you stay.”

His words are shocking, but his action is terrifying as his meaning hits home. Why did I not consider that? I’m such a fool because in all my innocence I never once considered we didn’t use protection and the fact I’ve never taken birth control means my world is probably about to change forever.

CHAPTER 33

TITUS

Ileft Tia to sleep in my bed while I headed for the guest wing. I meant what I said. Until we are married, I will not lay one hand on her. She will cease to exist the second I place my ring on her finger and I will walk back down the aisle with a woman I will be proud to call my wife.

I’m not an ogre. If her future includes dance, then I am not about to take that away from her, but it will be on my terms.We will never be apart. Not one night will separate us and so touring with the Bolshoi is not an option unless I am there too. It’s a possibility. I have many businesses all over the world and if my wife wants to dance, then I am happy to travel. However, if my plan worked, she will be too busy raising our family to worry about her career and I am surprised how desperate I am to watch her perfect figure swell with my child.Our child. The next generation of the Romanov dynasty and she will be kept extremely busy with that because I am used to a large family and want no different for my own.

But before that is one important part of our history.

Revenge for the past.

The wedding preparations are complete. Simeon has worked tirelessly on our plan and mama has liaised with the Kremlin to put on a show that will be written about in our great nation’s history.

I am ready. My brothers are ready along with my sister and my bride had better be ready because what happens tomorrow is destiny in a deadly form.

Today is all about preparation though and safe in the knowledge that Tia’s diary is crowded with wedding plans, I am left to catch up with Simeon in my den. My brothers are setting their own parts of the revenge in place and I have no doubt they will not fail.

Ana is responsible for making sure Tia shows up and is kept from harm until she joins me at the altar. There is still the matter of a very loose cannon that goes by the name of Nadia Solomin, and that is the first item on the agenda as Simeon sits opposite me with a dark gleam in his eye.

“We’ve found her.”

My entire soul rests as a huge wave of relief hits me.

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