Page 68 of Thorns of Lust
When I raised my head, it was to find her eyes flashed with annoyance, glaring at me.
“Well, don’t expect any entertainment.”
I let out a sardonic breath. She certainly didn’t bother stroking my ego. Without another glance, she sauntered to the little mini bar and poured herself a glass of wine. I noted the pills that sat next to the fully stocked bar and my brows furrowed. I didn’t like her taking that shit.
She was so focused on the alcohol she missed me stalking closer to her. Before she could bring the glass to her lips, I moved it out of her reach.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, taking a step backwards as I took one towards her. I could see her pulse thundering under her pale skin. Her eyes slightly widened but she refused to cower.
“No alcohol today,” I ordered.
Her eyes narrowed with contempt and her pulse quickened. She didn’t like being told what to do. From all the intel I had on her, and from what I had seen, her brothers doted on her. Probably compensating for the lack of a mother and an absent father.
“You’re not my father.”
I placed the glass back on the counter, not sparing it another glance.
“Vok tak.”That’s right.She took another step backwards and I followed.
“You’re not my brother either.”
“Vok tak.”That’s right.Another step backwards and her back hit the hotel wall. “But I am a man of my word.” A whisper of darkness laced through my voice as I closed the distance between us. I pressed my hands against the wall on either side of her and lowered my head. She sucked in a breath as my lips skimmed up her neck. “There will be no blaming alcohol after we fuck, Tatiana Nikolaev.”
A visible shudder rolled down her body and her slender, delicate throat moved as she swallowed. Fuck, she was beautiful. Like an angel thrown to this Earth to tempt me. To humble me.
“W-Why don’t you ever call me by my married name?” she stuttered softly. I nipped her sensitive flesh - hard - punishing her for even suggesting it. “Ouch.”
“Don’t push me, moya luna,” I murmured against her flesh. “You’re mine and I don’t want reminders of anyone else.” I bit her again. “Understood?”
She didn’t even realize she tilted her head to accommodate me.My defiant queen can be tamed, I thought amused.
I eased the sting by sucking on her pulse and then licking it. She tasted like ice on a hot, humid day. It was the only time I loved the smell of roses. Around her. The scent that I hated since my mother’s betrayal came full circle.
Lifting my head, I could already see my mark on her porcelain skin and something savage swelled in my chest.Mine.It screamed loud and clear. Not Adrian’s. Not her family’s. She was fucking mine.
Meeting her eyes, I let myself get lost in her pale aquamarine gaze. She didn’t push me away, but she didn’t exactly pull me to her. I needed her words. It had been months since Adrian’s death. She was ready to move on, despite her stubbornness to hold on.
“I need to hear you say it.” A dark obsession grabbed hold of me. I wanted to study every inch of her body, touch it and kiss it. I needed her moans like they were my next breath, but first I needed her willingness. Compliance. “I need your words, Tatiana. Tell me you want to be fucked.”
Taking a strand of her hair between my fingers, I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of roses invade my lungs and carve a place there. Just for her. Just for us.
“Say it,” I growled against her neck.
“Okay,” she murmured, tilting her head to accommodate me. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” There’d be no easy way out of this. She’d go in eyes wide open and with her words clear.
“Fuck me already,” she said exasperated, clenching her thighs.
In one swift move, I was on her. My mouth smashed against hers, my hands ripping her mourning dress off. She belonged in colors, not fucking black. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her fingernails scraping against my scalp. Fuck, I was hard for her again. Like a goddamn teenager who just got hit with hormones. At the age of forty-one, it was hardly desirable. This obsession with her was growing too fast, consuming me.
She stood in front of me, wearing only a black laced bra and matching panties. Against her pale skin, it was such a contrast. Seductress and angel. Innocent and sinful. It didn’t matter. As long as she was mine.
I unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, joining her dress. I leaned in and took her naked nipple into my mouth, lapping my tongue around it.
Her soft moan vibrated through the air. Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling me closer. I bit down on her nipple, then eased the sting by sucking on it. Her back arched and she moaned again. The scent of roses was everywhere - on my fingers, on my skin, in my pores - and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
My fingers hooked around her panties and I lowered to my knees, as she shimmied out of them. Her skin was soft under my knuckles, her arousal scenting the air. My eyes traveled over her naked body flushed with need. It spread over her fair skin like an overflowing dam.
