CHAPTER TWELVE ECHOES OF BETRAYAL
The cool air outside was a relief from the fake atmosphere inside. No one in the dining hall realized she was gone. She ended up in one of the gardens, where the gentle morning sun made.everything peaceful. The garden seemed like a better place than the fake joy and laughter inside.
Tatiana found a quiet spot in the garden, a stone bench surrounded by blooming flowers. As she settled down, the softness of the petals beneath her fingers provided a contrast to the coldness she
had felt inside.
She took another deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of the blossoms around her. In this serene moment, thoughts of Dante, her husband’s brother, crept back into her mind. She yearned for his touch once again.
In her mind’s eye, she was back there, in the vegetable patch, in her chambers, her fingers entwined with his. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his grip, and the gentle rocking of his hips as they moved in time with their lovemaking. She could smell the scent of jasmine in the air, mingled with the musky, masculine odor of his skin.
Just as she let out a sigh, wishing she could be back there with him, she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her close. It was Dante. Startled, she let out a gasp, her heart racing as she turned in his embrace. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
“I couldn’t bear to spend another minute at that breakfast either,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
As their lips met, Tatiana closed her eyes, losing herself in the familiar sensation of being held by him. His hands were rough against her skin, possessive, and she couldn’t help but arch into him, wanting more. But just as she began to lean into him, she stopped, feeling guilty. “Your brother has returned,” she whispered, looking around. “We can’t do this anymore.”
Dante chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Roman can’t see us from here,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “And he’s busy with the guests.” His fingers trailed down her arm, teasing the hem of her dress. “Let’s just have a little fun, shall we?”
Tatiana wanted to say no, but she found herself melting under his touch. His fingers found the skin of her thigh, and he began to trace slow circles, sending shivers through her body. “Dante…” she whispered, her voice weak. “We shouldn’t…”
He turned her around to face him, his eyes dark and intense. “Don’t you want this?” he asked, his lips brushing against hers. “Don’t you miss this?” His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer. “Don’t you miss me?”
She couldn’t deny it any longer. She missed the way he made her feel, the way he looked at her, and the way he touched her.
“Yes,” she breathed, her head spinning with desire. “I do miss you.” And before she could think any she was pressed against him, their bodies molded together, her hands tangled in his hair.
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As Dante deepened the kiss, Tatiana felt a familiar ache begin to build inside her, she moaned into his mouth, arching her back as he ground his hips against her. She could feel the heat rising between them and the desperation building inside her. She wanted him seeded him inside her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
With a groan, Dante broke the kiss, his breath hot against her sidn. His hands moved to her blouse, tugging it roughly from her shoulders, “Tatiana,” he whispered, his eyes burning with desire, “You know you want this.” And with that, he lowered his head, kissing her neck, her collarbone, and her breast as he began to unfasten the buttons of her dress.
Tatiana arched into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt his warm lips close around her nipple, She cried out, her hips buckling up against him, wanting more. He sucked her nipple roughly, his teeth scraping against her sensitive flesh, and she felt a shudder of pleasure run through her. She was lost in the sensation–lost in the feel of his skin against hers and the taste of hùn on her lips,
As he continued to tease her breasts, Dante slipped his hand between their bodies, pushing her dress up and over her hips. His fingers found the smooth, wet folds of her pussycat, and he groaned, thrusting his middle finger inside her. She was wet and ready for him, and as he began to move his finger in and out, she cried out, arching her back, her hips meeting each thrust,
The grass beneath them was soft and cool, and it tickled their bare skin as they rolled together in the sweet summer heat. Dante kissed a trail down her stomach, nipping at her hipbone with his teeth before pushing her dress up over her hips. She felt him press against her with his cock already out of his trousers, hard and insistent, and she let out a moan of pleasure as he began to thrust inside her.
He moved with a steady rhythm, his hips sliding against hers and his body flush against hers. The sounds of their lovemaking mingled with the rustle of the leaves overhead, and Tatiana felt herself losing control and felt the world spinning out of focus as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her back arched off the ground, and she muttered out his name as the heat built inside her, threatening to consume her in a wave of climax.
Suddenly, she heard intruding footsteps in the garden, and she looked up to see Roman staring down Suddenly, she heard intruding footsteps in the garden, an at them. His face was still blank, betraying no emotion whatsoever. Tatiana felt a wave of panic wash over her. She pushed Dante off, scrambling to sit up, her heart pounding in her chest. “B–Roman!” she stammered, her voice coming out in a breathless squeak. “I–I’m s–sorry. I didn’t think…”
He cocked his head to the side, regarding her with those inscrutable eyes. His blank expression and the silence around him made her more scared than she had ever been.
Tatiana swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with shame. She looked at Dante, then back at Roman, wondering what would happen next. The silence stretched on, and Tatiana began to wish she could
crawl out of her skin.
Finally, Roman broke the silence. “Come with me, Dante,” he said, turning away. Without another word, Dante stood up and followed his brother, with a guilty look on his face, down the path, leaving Tatiana alone in her perplexed state.
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She hurriedly dressed, her fingers fumbling with the laces of her corset as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. She knew she had to get back to her chambers before Roman returned. With shaking legs, she fled the garden and raced through the castle halls, her heart pounding in her chest.
She reached her chambers and threw the door open, locking it behind her before collapsing onto her bed. She buried her face in her pillow, sobs racking her body as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. How could she have been so careless? Her mind reeled, imagining what Roman would
do to her this time.
A soft rustling noise made her look up, and she saw a jug of water on the table. Her throat felt parched from crying, and she reached for it, taking a long drink. But as the cool water slid down her throat, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. Her vision grew hazy, and before she knew it, she was slipping into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE BRIDE MUST SUFFER
