Page 7 of Untouchable Queen
“He was never going to let you marry,” Lucian observes. “I set you free.”
“Let me marry?Who says I would want to? And how can you call this free?” I demand, taking a step back as he moves closer. “You took away any choice I could possibly have had.”
The don’s head tips, his expression inquisitive—like he doesn’t actually understand what I’m saying.Can he really think that forcing my hand would be more freedom than the choice to marry no one?I knew refusing to marry would be a lonely life. But it was my decision, my choice so I could become apakhansha. I chose that life so our family would continue to thrive and our legacy would survive despite my father’s lack of a male heir. It worked for Queen Elizabeth.Why couldn’t it have worked for me?It might have. If Lucian Agosti hadn’t come along and ruined everything.
“How can you say I took away your choice, when you don’t even want to know what I’m offering?” Lucian asks, closing the distance between us once more. This time, he captures my waist with one arm, the other hand combing into my hair so he can cradle the back of my head.
“What—”
My breath catches as Lucian seals my lips with his, and despite my will to fight, I feel my body melting in the wake of his passionate kiss. My fingers tighten around his arms, ready to shove him away, but a traitorous moan escapes me, and suddenly, I feel weak, moldable, incapable of resisting when he holds me so close.
It’s that same physical response I experienced in the chapel—as if my body has completely taken control—and despite all my moral objections, my determination to stay loyal to my family, I feel utterly incapable of resisting his touch.
My chest heaves, my breaths growing ragged as he kisses me with a ferocity that steals my breath away. When my lips part to suck in a lungful of air, his tongue strokes tantalizingly inside my mouth. It’s not invasive or even presumptive. He’s not violating me with his own desire. When Lucian kisses me, it’s with the burning passion of a lover who knows exactly what I want—even before I do.
His tongue is teasing as it traces the inner seam of my lips. Then he lightly bites the swollen pad of my lower lip before pulling back.
I gasp, our breaths mingling as he straightens just enough to meet my eyes. For the first time, I take note of how tall he is—tall and lean and strong beneath his elegant tux.
And while I want to hate him, while I yearn to hurt him with every fiber of my being, I can’t seem to overcome the infernal ache throbbing through my core. I pant, my breasts heaving against his chest as Lucian holds me in a suspended state, not quite swept off my feet but clinging to him so I won’t fall.
Then, against every belief I ever thought I held true, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. It feels as though I’m betraying my very soul. But I’m so desperate to relieve this pulsing need in my core, I can’t think past this singular moment.
Strong, sensuous hands roam my body, trailing down my clavicle to trace between my breasts. His fingers splay across my back, pressing into my exposed flesh as Lucian feels me freely, raising goosebumps in his wake.
His hands find the swell of my ass, and he squeezes it, pulling me firmly against him. I can feel his cock, thick and adamant, as it presses against my abdomen, telling me just how fully he intends to satisfy me when he claims me for his own. And while the humility of having Lucian Agosti take possession of my body still roils in my chest, I can’t completely suppress the startlingdesire to feel what this incomparable pleasure he’s promised is like.
Which is why, when he starts to walk me slowly backward, I don’t refuse. As the back of my knees hit the foot of the bed, he gives me a light push. I gasp from the momentary sense of weightlessness as I fall. Then the mattress bounces lightly as I sprawl across it.
“You have the most perfect breasts,” Lucian growls, resting one palm on the mattress beside my hip as he traces the fingers of his other hand lightly over my swollen cleavage, then down the plunging neckline of my dress.
His fingers curl around the exposed ribbing holding the tulle in place, and with a shocking display of strength, he rips the bodice clean in two. I gasp, my gut clenching. He just destroyed a beautiful piece of fashion without remorse, and he continues to shred the gauzy skirt all the way down until I’m clad in nothing but my pearl wedding shoes and the black panties I put on when I dressed for battle this morning.
“I’ve wanted to know what’s hiding under all those layers for so long,” he murmurs, slowly kneeling before me. “You’re even more beautiful than I dreamed,tesoro.”
His words come out on a groan as he hooks my knees over his shoulders and slowly nips his way up my inner thigh, and despite the mortification of being laid bare by a man I detest, I can’t stop the electric arousal racing up my spine.
It shouldn’t feel this good. To have Lucian Agosti’s lips on the most intimate parts of my body. But I think if he stopped now, it might just kill me.
Nothing about this day went as I planned, and I don’t understand how I could go from waging war on this infuriating man to calling him my husband as he kneads my quivering body into submission.
Hot breath washes across the thin fabric of my panties, and I’m shamefully aware of how wet they are. I shouldn’t be turned on right now. It’s demeaning to think I went from the head of my father’s Bratva, the leader of his men, to the wife of my family’s worst enemy in a single day. All because Lucian outsmarted me. I fell for his trap. He won the game. Checkmate.
But shockingly enough, Lucian doesn’t seem overeager to gloat or rub it in my face. I half expected him to force me to my knees as soon as we entered the bedroom. I thought he might demand I give him a blow job to put me in my place and show me what I’m good for.
And the fact that he’s kneeling before me instead, his head pressed between my legs, has my mind reeling. He inhales deeply, as if savoring the scent of my arousal, making my stomach tremble. Then his fingers curl around the edge of my panties as he slowly pushes them aside.
I don’t have time to protest—to even think if I should want this or not. Because his tongue darts out to slide softly up my swollen slit, and intense euphoria crackles through my spine. I gasp, my back arching as my stomach muscles clench, and suddenly, I’m consumed with a burning desire to know just how good he is with his mouth. How well his perfectly sculpted, smug lips can please me.
Lucian hums, the sound low and appreciative as he tastes me more deeply, and the wet warmth of his tongue, somehow soft and strong all at once, makes my core throb. He flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves at the peak of my thighs as he reaches it with the tip of his tongue, and I cry out.
It feels. So. Good.
Then his lips wrap around my clit, and he gently sucks.
My hand flies to his hair, my fingers curling in his surprisingly soft dark locks, and despite myself, I rock my hips forward, against his mouth. Lucian’s hazel eyes dart up my body,meeting mine with a wicked amusement. His look says he knows how good he is—and that he could please me even if I hate him with every breath.
A shudder races up my spine, and I let my head fall back. I close my eyes so I don’t have to think about how vulnerable I feel, completely exposed while Lucian is still dressed to the nines in his black tux. He looks more handsome than any villain has a right to, and his tongue is ungodly talented. That combined with the enticing scent of lemon and vetiver that clings to his sheets makes it impossible to think of anything but my new husband. He’s all around me, consuming me, commanding my body, claiming it for his own.
