Chapter 28

POV Tatyana

I could respond, but instead, I wrap my arms around the arrogant man's neck and kiss him roughly. Samuel opens my robe, throws it to the floor, and stands completely naked. He presses my body against his and firmly grips my hips. With a swift movement, he makes me jump into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I softly trail my nose along his face, brushing against his skin until I reach his neck. I inhale his intoxicating, powerful scent.

"I could deny it, Samuel, but the truth is, I missed your body and your deep, commanding voice. Being without sex with you these past few days was pure torture," I confess between caresses.

"Don’t say things like that, Taty. You confuse me even more," Samuel replies, gripping my hips tightly as he carries me to the bedroom.

When we’re next to the bed, the arrogant man sets me down on the floor and stands before me. With a firm, authoritative voice, he commands, "Tatyana, lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me."

I want to argue, but I swallow my words and lay down, my body already burning with excitement.

He kneels and positions himself between my legs, planting soft kisses until he reaches my aching, wet core. His tongue moves like a sharp blade along my entrance, and he sucks on my clit with fervor. In his deep voice, he speaks as his lips brush against my entrance.

"I missed your taste and your scent. I’ll be gentle with you today. I won’t hurt you..."

"Why? Because I’m pregnant?" I ask, defiant.

He averts his gaze but devours my clit with his mouth, making me arch in pleasure.

His incredibly wet tongue ventures inside me with determination, causing me to clutch the sheets between my fingers. His touch is rough, yet it drives me wild. The movements of his fingers are relentless as his tongue satisfies me with ravenous hunger.

His fingers penetrate my core with progressive thrusts, while his tongue aggressively teases my clit, driving me insane. I let the overwhelming sensations of satisfaction and his fiery touch bring me to climax.

Samuel smirks slightly as he sees me surrender to his bold touches. He revels in my essence and crawls up my body, planting kisses and love bites along the way. When he reaches my breasts, he circles my rosy nipples with his tongue, biting them firmly. I let out a loud moan of both pain and desire.

I adore the sensation of pain blending with the insane, devastating pleasure consuming me at this moment. I slide my hands along his back, feeling his firm muscles as he gazes at me intently. It seems like he wants to say something but is battling internally to hold it back.

I reach up with my hand, gently tracing his cheeks with my fingers as I tilt my head to kiss him. For the first time, Samuel Colt is surrendering to me.

"Don’t say anything... just kiss me," I order in a sensual whisper.

His lips savor mine with calm and passion. He slides his shaft along my entrance, rubbing the tip against my clit before entering me with a rough thrust. He thrusts with ferocity, gradually increasing his pace.

I see sweetness in his eyes as he watches me, but there’s also arrogance. How can Samuel Colt harbor such extreme emotions within himself?

His body envelops mine with an unexpected gentleness and tenderness—something I’ve never felt from him before. He turns my body, positioning himself behind me, spreading my cheeks as he watches his shaft desperately plunge into my tight opening.

He leaves a trail of love bites down my back, sending shivers through my entire body. His hips slam against mine with intensity, driving his erection deeply into me.

"Damn it, Tatyana, this cursed pussy... it drives me crazy. I’m addicted to you."

His right hand tangles in my hair, and with a single movement, he pulls it back, making me arch my back. His touch is strong, rough, and violent, yet spicy and enticing at the same time.

I let him take me forcefully as he pins me to his body, claiming me with urgency. His breathing grows heavy and labored, and my heart races. Everything inside me burns, as if a fiery blaze is coursing through my veins, igniting into absolute combustion.

"You’re mine, Tatyana. Only mine…"

Desire consumes me as his cock thrusts deep and tight. His breathing halts, his legs stiffen, and his hands grab me tightly. Together, we climax, fully surrendering to these confusing and uncertain feelings of pleasure. Our bodies collapse onto the bed, and he quickly wraps me in his arms. The silence between us is suffocating. Tormented, he kisses my face and then places a brief, gentle kiss on my lips. His face flushes as he asks a question that surprises me.

"What is it like to be in love?"

I breathe calmly, feeling a quiet happiness at his question. After all, when did I ever imagine he’d ask me about feelings? Probably never.

"It’s indescribable. You feel like you want to be with that person no matter what. You give yourself up without reason—just a real, uncontrollable desire that doesn’t consider consequences or ask permission."

His question makes me emotional. Could it be that the arrogant man is falling in love with me?

"Do you feel something different for me, Samuel?" I ask. He looks at me intently, and I notice a hint of nervousness in his gaze.

"I couldn’t fall in love with anyone, so no, I don’t feel anything for you. I learned that years ago, thanks to a loss I suffered."

A wave of emotions crashes over me. How could Samuel Colt be such a bastard? How could he fight so fiercely to deny what he clearly feels? I let the anger push the words stuck in my throat out into the air, ready to hit him.

"You think you can’t fall in love because you believe your mother would see you as weak? Anna would never think that, nor would she want you to live like this."

My words hit him so hard they might as well have been bullets. I see his expression harden, his fists clenching.

"How do you know about my mother? Who told you?" He rises, furious, and pins me to the bed with force. "How could you possibly know what she would want for me?"

A faint gasp escapes my lips at his violent touch.

"Because she told me!"

His eyes burn with fury and indignation at my audacity in mentioning Anna’s name.

He grips me tightly in his arms, knowing I want to run.

"You’re not running from me. Not now…"

My body shivers with agony. I feel anger, but at the same time, I want to yield to his plea. I close my eyes, but not before I see his pain.

I let everything out, like an uncontrollable avalanche, not thinking about the consequences of my words. I don’t know Samuel’s past, but I’ve just realized how deeply it affects him. I wanted to hurt him, not unravel him with my revelation.

"How did you talk to my mother? She died years ago!"

I relax my body in surrender, knowing I need to tell him everything.

"She didn’t die. I didn’t want to tell you like this. The truth is, your father is a monster."

I try to break free from his hold, but he stops me.

"I don’t know who took me, but when I got there, I met a woman named Anna Colt."

His gaze turns somber, capturing every expression on my face.

"Your father keeps her like a pet, imprisoned for years on an island."

Samuel closes his eyes and releases me, collapsing beside me. Even without knowing his past, I can feel the pain radiating from his body. I simply nestle against his chest, and his arms pull me close again.

"She’s okay. I just promised to return and get her."

He remains silent, his mind undoubtedly in turmoil.

"That selfish bastard lied to me for years. I’ll kill him right now."

Samuel bolts out of bed, but I leap into his arms to stop him.

"You can’t do that!"

"And why not? Who do you think you are to try to control me? You’re nothing but a slut carrying my child."

I rise from his lap, my heart aching at his cruel words.

"I know I’m nothing, but your mother told me about the code. You can’t kill another Colt without facing the consequences. She told me the Brotherhood ensures that."

I stand, and he grabs my hand.

"I’m here, and I’ll fulfill my agreement with you. I know giving you this baby will mess with my mind, especially knowing Luara will be the one raising my child. That’s devastating. However, this relationship…"

I trace the air with my finger, referring to us.

"Your words hurt me more than they should because I’ve fallen in love with you. When I leave this house, I hope you can be a better person. What your father did to Anna, to you, and to John is horrific. But I hope it’s enough for you never to want to become like him."

I pull away from him and cover my naked body.

Walking to the door, I head toward my room, allowing the tears to fall down my face. The pain of falling for someone like him—someone who could never love me back—is unbearable.