Chapter 10

POV Tatyana

John looks at me intensely and sincerely. My eyes study his face, and he has this sweet yet slightly naughty demeanor that excites me. Outside, the dew begins to fall, dampening the car windows, and with our uneven breathing, they fog up completely. John holds my face and speaks, his gaze fixed on my mouth.

"Let’s go to my house, Taty. Unlike my brother, I’ll treat you well tonight."

His words make me believe that being with me might be his way of challenging his brother and proving to himself that he’s capable of enjoying someone Samuel claims to be exclusively his. The arrogant man probably thinks he owns people. I understand that John is attracted to me, but I get the sense that I’ve shown him he can indeed defy the powerful. I could end this heated moment between us, but I yearn for pleasure and will simply allow it to happen.

His words stir my body instantly, and I kiss his lips voraciously before settling back into the seat. John fastens my seatbelt around my waist, then starts the car, heading to his house. The soft, low pop music creates a sensual atmosphere in the car, and with every mile we drive, my body becomes more anxious to feel his touch.

A few minutes later, we’re in front of his house. The property is immense, utterly sophisticated, with large windows and a beautiful fountain of crystal-clear water in the front garden. We walk through the main entrance, and as soon as John closes the door behind me, I jump into his arms.

"Why did you bring me to your house, John?" I ask as he firmly holds my legs, pondering. "Be honest!"

"Because I know Samuel is complicated and will make your life difficult. I wanted to show you that not all Colts are cold or arrogant."

"You know your brother won’t like this."

"Yes, I know. But I want to take the risk. Your courage in standing up to him awakened my desire to challenge him, at least once. I could easily fall for you, Tatyana. Tonight, I just want to be in the presence of someone outside the dark world I live in every day."

John walks down a long corridor, holding my body close to his.

"Let’s live this moment, John Colt. Forget your inner conflicts, at least for today."

He smiles and takes me to the bedroom. Clearly, he’s using me to provoke his brother. I don’t see much difference between the Colts; they all seem to think only of their own benefits, though their personalities differ. He throws me onto the bed and crawls his body on top of mine.

The room has white walls, and the enormous rustic bed is soft and comfortable. John is completely aroused and in a hurry, quickly removing my clothes as I help him take off his. We’re entirely naked, and for a second, he pauses to admire my body. His lips kiss my skin, gently moving down my neck and toward my pussy. His lips are warm and seductive, softly sucking my skin. When he reaches my inner thighs, he nibbles them lightly and slides his wet tongue over my clit.

I let out a moan of pleasure, abruptly spreading my legs to perfectly fit his head. His tongue teases my clit in a tantalizing way, making an unprecedented tension bubble in my chest.

"What a powerful, firm tongue! Ah, John, that feels so good!"

His hand rubs my pussy entirely, making me arch under his incisive, strong touch.

"Ah, damn, John!"

He smirks with satisfaction, watching me moan and writhe for him. Words spill from my mouth with every intense, teasing suck.

"You’re so fucking sexy, Taty!"

His tongue explores me deeply, savoring my taste. John intensifies the movements of his fingers on my clit while his tongue slides in and out of me with desire. The pleasure overwhelms me, and at this moment, I want to climax and let him taste me fully.

"I’m going to come!" I cry out desperately, surrendering to his burning fingers as I climax in his mouth. He continues to suck me powerfully without stopping.

When I finish, my body trembles. I crave the feeling of his cock filling me, so I quickly get up and push him onto the bed.

"I’m going to suck your delicious cock!" I say softly and seductively.

I run my hands over his defined chest, sliding them down seductively to his hard, pulsing cock. John is extremely aroused, closing his eyes as my hand gently glides from the base of his cock to the swollen tip. I tease him with a slow pace, stroking him lightly. My wet tongue traces over the entire head, gradually taking him deeper until he reaches my throat.

John groans in pleasure, his hands gently gripping my hair as I increase the intensity of my sucking.

"Ah, you’re incredible, Taty!"

I caress his balls carefully yet firmly and consistently. His legs tense, and he stiffens, ready to release.

"Ah, I’m going to come!" John shouts, pressing my head down to spill his load into my throat.

He comes in ecstasy, and I swallow his hot release. Once he’s finished, I crawl up his body. John hugs me tightly, kissing me lovingly while stroking my face.

Being with him has been intensely pleasurable. John has treated me well since he saw me at the bar and has shown understanding. This moment we just shared was to satisfy the growing need for sex that had begun to dominate my senses once again. Certain triggers reignite this compulsion, bringing it back to life.

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I accelerate the car, speeding down the highway. I love this feeling of power, of briefly controlling time just by driving. The pale moon shines in the night sky, and my cock is already hard just imagining Tatyana’s scent. She has a unique aroma, something sweet yet indecent, intoxicating enough to drive me mad. When we exchanged intense glances at the nightclub, my body stiffened and tensed. What is happening to me that I can’t get her out of my thoughts? We’ve known each other for a week, yet she has violently intrigued me. Her way of challenging me and her complete surrender to save her father awakened sensations I’ve never felt before.

Tatyana reminds me of my mother’s sweet and tender nature, a woman who passed away too soon. But her personality is the opposite—wild and untamed, setting my chest on fire. I pull into the garage and step out of the car. Entering the house, I take in the entryway. I hate coming into this house and hearing nothing but the deafening silence. The dim lighting does nothing to warm the space, though I notice Maria has scattered fresh flowers throughout.

I pull a cigarette from my left pocket and place it between my lips. I feel nervous just thinking about facing my wife. Marrying Luara, my cousin, was a duty imposed by my father, something passed down through generations in our family. Luara is the eldest daughter of my uncle, and it was decided when we were children that we would marry. I hate seeing her every day and having to share a bed with her every night. We’ve never had sex; I usually find release with the women at Adam’s nightclub. Lately, it feels like life is testing me.

This thirst for power and control has been growing inside me since childhood. I learned that love is a weakness, emotions are a weakness, caring is a weakness, and desire is a weakness. The first rule of leadership is to ensure nothing can defeat you. I can’t falter, not now when I need to train my son to one day take my place. I’ve never allowed myself to feel anything, and the people around me merely tolerate my presence, respecting me only for the power I wield.

I climb the wooden stairs and head to Tatyana’s room. This small, audacious woman has stolen my peace. I’m obsessed. When I felt her body against mine, a new and pleasurable sensation awakened within me. In her arms, I didn’t just feel like a strong, authoritarian leader—I felt like someone capable of evoking more than anger in another person.

My whole life, I’ve lived in limbo, and Tatyana came in, stirring uncontrollable fury in me. But the moment we touched, that anger turned into pure pleasure. I open the door and see she’s not there, though I can still faintly smell her scent lingering in the air.

“Where could she be? I bet that bitch Luara knows something—or is behind this,” I think.

I leave Tatyana’s room and head to my own, opening the door to find Luara lounging on the bed in a robe, reading a book and sipping a glass of wine. Almost every night, this is what she does—escaping reality. She’s always been a superficial woman, never delving deeply into any kind of relationship, not even with her siblings, Agatha and Iurih.

As a child, Luara had the strange habit of spying on people, and over the years, she’s become entirely calculated in her actions. Ignoring my presence, she continues reading and takes another slow sip of wine.

“Where is Tatyana? You called her earlier to shop for baby clothes, and now I come home, and she’s nowhere to be found,” I question, my patience wearing thin.

Luara avoids looking at me, and I already know she’s done something. I step closer to her, though she remains indifferent, simply to provoke me. I snatch the glass from her hand, and anger flashes across her face. Luara has always been a narcissistic lunatic.

“I left her at Oreon Park this afternoon,” she answers, turning her attention back to the book.

“You didn’t go to any fucking baby clothes store!” I shout, seething, tempted to throw the glass against the wall.

“She needs to learn her place. Or do you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at that body, Samuel? That loudmouth, irritating woman shouldn’t have even been chosen to bear our child!”

“You’ll pay for this right now!” I explode, ripping the book from her hands and tossing it across the room.

“No, Samuel, no, no, please, don’t!” Luara screams as I grab her forcefully, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to the basement.

I have a room where I sometimes leave her when she crosses the line. I use her weakness—her fear of darkness and isolation—to make her respect me.