"I'll kill you for this," she vowed before her own hand, with his directing it, was placed behind her head to shove her face into the pillow, to discourage any more comments like that, she supposed.
She felt the air rush over her legs next, as her skirt was yanked up. Then she heard a barely audible gasp, and just as quickly the material covered her again.
"Lazar?" he called with some difficulty.
That was the first Tanya knew that Stefan wasn't alone. She twisted her head toward the door and flamed scarlet, seeing Lazar filling that open space now. God, were the others behind him, all eager to witness her humiliation?
"You found it?" Lazar asked, his eyes only on Stefan.
"Not yet. Leave us."
"I thought you wanted a witness."
Stefan had thought so too, but he had assumed he would be able to uncover just a small area for Lazar to take note of, a mere patch of skin amidst ruffles and lace. But the girl wore no underclothes of any sort, not even a single petticoat.
"A witness would be nice, except the wench is appallingly naked beneath her skirt. So I trust you will accept my word on the matter?"
"That goes without question," Lazar replied, but he was chuckling as he closed the door.
Nerve racking silence followed while Tanya struggled to hold back tears, her humiliation was so great. She was also having a hard time breathing beneath his heavy weight. But not once did it occur to her that she was now alone, in her room, on her bed, with a man who had only minutes before suggested they make love.
Stefan was very much aware of that fact, however, and to put it from his mind, he said derisively, "You really don't believe in wasting time, do you, mistress? Your paying customers must be delighted by your lack of under apparel."
"Go to hell," Tanya snapped, intending to say no more. But the excuse came out anyway. "If there was money to buy some, I'd wear some. But it's certainly no business of yours."
"I believe we will discover in a moment that everything about you henceforth will be very much our business. "
He shifted, telling her he was reaching for her skirt again. And there wasn't a single thing she could do to prevent him, unless... "Please" — she choked on the word—"don't."
He did hesitate. She'd give him that. But the skirt came up anyway, slowly this time.
Tanya gritted her teeth, glad that her face was already hidden. It was beyond embarrassing, what he was putting her through. And for what? For a stupid pretense that was supposed to make her abduction easy for them, when she'd already assured them it wouldn't work. That left her with only one conclusion. The man on top of her was deriving some kind of diabolical pleasure out of shaming her this way.
Stefan was feeling no reluctance at this point, in fact just the opposite. And shaming her was the farthest thing from his mind. So was the mark he was supposed to be looking for, as inch by inch he revealed what he had seen no more than a glimpse of before. It was a view a man was rarely accorded unless he was in the process of making love to a woman, so it wasn't surprising that such a sight could stir a man's blood. Just a gracefully turned calf could do it, but he was already seeing much more than that, as the skirt rose up slender thighs and finally was tucked above her hips.
She made a groaning sound of distress that drew him back to his purpose, but still he didn't hurry. And there was nothing in that moment, certainly not conscience or scruple, that could have prevented him from running his hand over the firm mounds of both adorable cheeks.
Her sounds of distress got much louder, approaching outraged fury. Stefan sighed regrettably and got on with the matter at hand, smoothing the left cheek toward him so he could see the underside of the mound. The crescent moon was there, just as he had thought it would be. But Stefan hadn't expected his reaction upon finally seeing it.
He changed position, not even bothering to lower her skirt. He caught her left hand and pressed it down upon the mattress, leaning over her to murmur by her ear, "It's there — all the proof necessary to put you under our rule and will."
Tanya jerked her head up to rail at him, but got no further than "You bas—!" before she was turned over and her mouth covered by lips that tried to claim her soul, they were so fiercely possessive. She wasn't prepared for such an onslaught. She'd had kisses stolen from her before — that was the only kind she was familiar with — but none like this. This kiss was so compelling, she wanted to give in to it, an insane notion that took her several long moments to shake. But then she bit down hard, tasted blood, heard a curse, and found her face suddenly gripped between two strong hands.
It wasn't those glowing devil eyes that struck fear into her then, staring down at her with such rancor. It was the sure knowledge that when he let go of her face, her masterpiece of creative camouflage would be utterly ruined. To delay that, she didn't even try to push him away, though she wasn't sure she could get her arms out from under his forearms anyway.
"Whores are not usually so particular," he growled low. "Why are you?"
She was getting damned tired of being called a whore, but there wasn't much point in denying it. As insistent as he was at proving things, he'd likely demand proof of that, too, and she could just imagine how he'd want to establish it.
With bravado she wasn't really feeling, she said caustically, "I don't accept men I intend to kill at the first opportunity."
He laughed then, and there was nothing derisive about it. He was genuinely amused. And the man became downright handsome when his face softened in humor, a fact Tanya wasn't pleased to note at this particular moment.
When he quieted down to mere chuckles, then finally a smile, he said, "A remark worthy of the future Queen of Cardinia. I am impressed, Tatiana."
Now he was making fun of her. "You can go sell your fancy tales elsewhere, mister. I told you I'm not a believer."
"But it has been proved beyond a doubt that you are Tatiana Janacek."
"All that has been proved is one of you knows how to climb trees and spy through windows."
His smile widened. "An interesting idea. Untrue, however. Now, where were we?"
She gasped to see his gaze drop to her lips. "Don't you dare kiss me again!"
"Ah, wench." He sounded so regretful. "You will learn, slowly I hope, not to issue me such intimate challenges."
This time she tried to bite him the moment his lips touched hers, but he avoided her teeth for nearly a full minute of sensual warfare. When he did quit, it was with another laugh. The devil really was enjoying himself.
"You will have to forgive me, Tatiana, though surely you will agree the fault cannot be entirely mine, since it was your lack of certain garments that aroused my amorous instincts. Mind you, I am not complaining in the least. In fact, when we supply you with a new wardrobe, I will remember to overlook such items as well."
She had the ridiculous notion that he was merely teasing her, rather than trying to embarrass her again with the reminder of what he had gotten a good look at. She still felt the heat rushing into her cheeks.
"Why don't you just end this pretense now?" she asked in a small, tight voice. "I know I'm not this Tatiana you've made up, and you aren't going to buy me new clothes. And you certainly aren't going to marry me to a man too handsome for words. I won't accept clothes from you anyway, or anything else, and I'm not, repeat not, going anywhere with you. And don't call me by that damned name again—"
"Enough!"
Chapter 10
Tanya supposed she was pressing her luck a bit, listing so many of her doubts and insistences all at once for Stefan to acknowledge and heed. But that "Enough!" wasn't just a burst of impatience from him either. She was afraid she'd struck another nerve somehow, without intending to this time, and she knew that wasn't the smartest thing to do when she was still lying half under him on the bed.