Page 29 of Slipping into the Dark Side

Nevsky nearly crawled his way out the door.

Yakov slipped the gun back in the hostler at his side and rolled his shoulders, trying to rid himself of the rage that tightened his back. He wasn’t satisfied with his retribution. He wanted blood. He wanted screams.

Luerna stepped forward, but when she noticed Tatianna going toward him. A smile bloomed on her face. She grabbed the servant and left.

Tatianna had never seen such power in action. She felt free, every burden, every fear devoured by the heat of Yakov’s strength. He was an incredible specimen and one she could no longer stay away from.

Tatianna touched his cheek. His fingertips went to the redness of her skin, his brows knitting a fraction in upset, but she rubbed the crease away with her thumb. She needed him to know that she was the happiest she’s ever been.

Yakov had his arms around her, kissing her with desperation, and she fell into him, surrendering completely. There was nothing stopping him now. It might be his impulsiveness or the fact that he’s been dancing around this for months, and the peak of it was finally here. But he was getting what he wanted tonight.

Tatianna grabbed his hand and pulled him, racing back up the hallway. But Yakov wasn’t about to bring her back to her room where Fedor could come at any moment. He turned her, had her up against the wall, and his hands on her hip, kissing her neck and enjoying every little pant.

“Please,” Tatianna whispered.

It was a gorgeous sound. Yakov kissed down her body as he pulled the hem up her legs. She tried to stop him, a feeble, virgin attempt at modesty, but he kissed her thick white thighs. Her smooth skin shivered against his mouth. He bit her and smiled when she yelped.

When Yakov pushed the fabric a little higher, he was surprised to find the strap that kept her knife hidden. It was a prime example of everything she was: a Siren on the outside, harboring a devil on the inside. He unclasped it and let it fall. She had no need for it now.

Yakov wasn’t going to make it to his bedroom two stories up. He yanked her into his study, and with her shoved against the door, he locked it. Her fingers worked on the holster first, and it dropped with a thump. She was shaking as she undid the buttons on his shirt. The excitement was overwhelming and a little intimidating, but she didn’t want him to notice.

Yakov leaned back to watch her. It was the moment he had wanted for so long; he needed to take each moment slowly. She wasn’t a whore or loose, she was a virgin, and this would be scary for her. He clasped a hand over her trembling fingers.

“What do you know about sex?”

She giggled. “I read.”

He smiled at such a declaration.

“What do you read?”

“Verydescriptiveromance.”

He chuckled. “Then you know what I’m about to do to you.”

Her body flushed, and her cheeks were hot. “Yes.”

Yakov traced his thumb over her lips and watched as she dared to taste his skin with her tongue. “And you will not regret it?”

Tatianna flicked her eyes up to meet his. “No.”

His fingers traced down the center of her, going between her breasts and down her stomach. “Have you ever touched yourself while reading these descriptive romances?”

Tatianna bit her lip as she nodded. Her fingers were working on her dress, lifting it slowly. He watched it as it climbed past her knees, past her thighs. He couldn’t see her panties from this angle, but the fact that it was there, exposed, waiting for him made him groan as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

His fingers continued downward till they dropped along her thighs. “Do you want me to finger you?”

Tatianna closed her eyes on such a question.

“Or eat your pussy?”

“Or both,” she replied, opening her eyes and smiling at the shock on his face.

“You aren’t ever going to be afraid of me, are you? No matter what I do. No matter how I do it.”

She slowly shook her head.

“Why?”

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