Page 24 of Untouchable Queen
Quirking an eyebrow, I keep my eyes locked on hers as I reach between her thighs to stroke her pink folds. Slick arousal rushes out to greet me, and Tatiana shudders, her eyes closing as the color intensifies in her cheeks.
She’s positivelydrippingshe’s so eager for me.
12
TATIANA
The 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 hemight 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 firstpakhansha. 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. Itshouldbe a punishment. I’m not supposed to want this, but God, I do. Ithrob 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.
