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I thrust gently, marveling at how good this feels as I dance in the ruin of her tattered virginity, knowing I was the man who made that happen.

Her soft groan only makes me harder as I slide out and then plunge in deeper, loving how her tight cunt milks my cock with a firm hold. I am being owned, possessed even, and I like it. She has entered my soul as she curls her fingers around it and holds on tight, dragging it from inside me as she claims it like the devil in disguise she really is.

No angel would lie with the devil and welcome every inch of it. If she knew what I was capable of that soft smile would be replaced by one of fear. I do not deserve a woman like Tia, but I’ll take her anyway and I’ll keep her for my pleasure until death do us part.

CHAPTER 30

TATIANA

Iam dancing in paradise. It’s as if all my worries evaporated in a burst of heated lust. I am a woman. A strong independent woman who took what she wanted and demanded it even.

I left him in no doubt this was happening, despite his concerns, and it empowers me. I am not a victim. I am a queenwith the most powerful king between my legs, worshipping my body and enslaving me.

I am his. There was never any doubt about that because as soon as he held my hand, he captured my heart.

What is happening now was inevitable and just knowing he is inside my body right now gives me more power than I expected.

His smoky groans and desperate kisses excite me as much as his lustful gaze. I have trapped the devil and I’m holding on tight. He is mine and I hope he realizes that.

Yes, I am strong because of him and if I could keep him here all day I would knowing I am closer than I’ve ever been with a man before.

It’s everything I wanted—he is perfection and when he pulls out, my eyes snap open with disappointment.

“What?”

My words are met with a low growl. “I want to lick you.”

He moves between my thighs and I gasp as his tongue sucks on my clit, my mind entering the paradise I never expected to find.

It’s such a dirty act, it causes delirium and my body shudders as it rides an unexpected sensation.

It’s as if I’ve entered a secret space and I don’t even register that he has moved until his mouth fastens over mine and the distinct metallic flavor of blood explodes on my taste buds.

He gives me no time to process that thought as he thrusts inside harder, deeper and conquering territory that was unclaimed until him. The head of his cock knocks on the door of my womb and before I can react to that, my body experiences an orgasm so catastrophic it blows the hinges off that door and he fills me deep inside. I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back in a futile effort to defend my fractured virginity, as he tears through my body like a cyclone.

He is relentless, riding the wave of my orgasm like the experienced surfer he is, until he roars my name, and as he comes so hard I experience every delicious second of it. It is a devastating explosion that blinds me to anything but the moment we created.

The second I become his and the second he becomes mine.

My entire body appears to be on a mission of its own, my head taking a back seat as I shake, uncontrollable pleasure caressing every inch of my body and soul, filling my mind with nothing but Titus Romanov.

He brings me back to reality as he pinches my chin in his fingers and forces me to stare deep into his eyes and the power in them intensifies as he growls, “You’re mine, Tia, always remember that.”

I should be afraid, freaking terrified even, because the possessive fury that has replaced the tender desire is frightening. It’s as if the respectable side of him has fallen away, exposing the monster within, and yet I’m not afraid. I’m excited, falling hard and drowning in wicked delirium as I nod, my eyes shining with happiness as I reply, “And you are mine.”

He smiles, the dark gleam in his eye approving of my words, and he nods, as if a contract has been signed and the deal is done. He is still inside me. It’s as if he will never leave and I am more than happy about that - happier than I have ever been.

He kisses me slowly, savoring every valuable second before nature takes over and puts an end to this devilish behavior. When he pulls away, he also pulls out and is in no hurry to clean up – the mess of our union painting the pure silk sheets in wicked delight.

He pulls my head to his chest and holds me firmly against him as he lies on his back, his heart rate decreasing. I press soft kisses on the ink that decorates his skin, and a sigh of contentment passes through me like a gentle breeze. Yes, I amhome. He is home and now everything has changed. Ballet has become the second most important thing in my life because it has been replaced by a man who has stolen my heart and soul.

I am enteringa new phase in my life. Life after virginity. It’s been a week since the single most devastating day of my life became the best one.

Titus wasted no time in setting in place what he expects of me and our days were filled with interviews, television and radio, lunches, gala evenings and a charm offensive nobody could withstand.

Our nights were ours, where he owned me in a far more delicious way every time. He took over the whole of me, forcing me to do things I never believed I’d crave. My education was relentless, yet I was a willing pupil and my entire body is fucked as well as my mind and filled with everything that is Titus Romanov.

Today we are meeting his family. It’s exactly two days before the wedding and I’m not certain what that involves. It’s been planned around us, and I’m surprised I’m still without a dress. The engagement ring was never replaced and I’m happy about that. It’s a gruesome memory that has no place in my fairytale future. I don’t need a ring to show the world that I belong to him, just as he doesn’t require a ring to demonstrate he is mine.

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