You Belong to Me (11 page)

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now greeted them the next morning. The flurries didn’t last long and didn’t stick to the ground, but the temperature dropped considerably from what it had been the day before. And they weren’t anywhere near the mountains yet, where it was going to be much, much colder.

Alexandra loved such weather, but she had too many things on her mind to enjoy it. Her plan wasn’t working as swiftly as she had thought it would. Actually, it didn’t seem to be working at all.

Not once had Vasili remarked on her disgusting eating habits. The twins had fought one night, and instead of stopping them with a word, as she usually did when she witnessed their tussles, she’d pretended to be fascinated and encouraged them. But Vasili hadn’t commented on her bloodthirsty behavior. He hadn’t noticed yet that she was beginning to stink, either, though Nina certainly had and frequently complained about it. He hadn’t even been properly scandalized last
night when she had danced a strictly male dance, and she wasn’t going to think about how much fun she’d had, even with him joining in,
particularly
after he’d joined in.

The only thing Vasili had alluded to at all was her unique way of keeping him faithful. If she thought that was all it would take to make him break the betrothal, she could relax, but he hadn’t been nearly angry enough the first time she’d used that ploy, proving that much more was needed to finally make him disgusted enough to sever their association. Not that she wasn’t going to continue to curtail his sexual peccadillos, publicly and privately. Doing so privately wasn’t as satisfying or as scandalous as making a public scene, but he had been careful not to proposition any more women in front of her. Because the embarrassment had been worse than his sexual frustration?

If that was the case, perhaps another “scene” was in order. Maybe a simple demonstration of temper this time, something completely unrelated to Vasili, to show him that even if he was on his best behavior, she could still be an embarrassment to him. The idea had some definite merit, and when she discussed it with the Razins that day, they agreed it couldn’t hurt to give it a try.

Timofee volunteered to be the cause of her anger, but Stenka argued that he wanted the privilege, so she assured them it would be a pleasure to scorch both their ears. And the reason? She decided that one wasn’t necessary
and that if Vasili asked about it, she would merely tell him it was none of his business.

She would have preferred to stage the “scene” in a town, where it would be even more public, but when they didn’t reach one before dark that night and ended up making camp again, she was too eager to see Vasili’s reaction to postpone the demonstration. She still had to wait, however, because as usual, he was riding far in advance of the party and it would take a while for him to realize they weren’t going to catch up with him.

But it took Vasili more than an hour after dark had fallen to return, long enough to make Alexandra begin to suspect that he had found himself a willing woman somewhere up ahead. So when he rode into camp and she immediately began cursing the twins at the top of her lungs, she really was as angry as she sounded.

Unfortunately, her knowledge of vulgarities was rather limited. And not having considered that lack beforehand, Alexandra was forced to pause in her diatribe to whisper to the twins, “I’ve run out of names to call you. Quickly, give me some more.”

Timofee was too busy covering an unrepentant grin with his hands, but Stenka was happy to oblige, and Alexandra’s eyes widened and her cheeks bloomed with color as she shouted the new names at him. But with her back to Vasili, he couldn’t see her reaction, could merely hear her outrageousness, so she
wasn’t worried about his noticing her own embarrassment.

She was impatient to know his reaction, however, and couldn’t resist another whisper to Stenka. “Is he properly scandalized yet?”

“I hate to say it, Alex, but he’s laughing.”

She was too surprised to answer for a moment, but then her shoulders dropped and she said in disgust, “Well, hell, what does it take to shock that man?”

Stenka could no longer hold back his own chuckles. “You could try dancing naked around the camp. That ought to get a reaction out of him, and the rest of us would, of course, look the other way.”

“Of course you would,” she replied dryly before tossing out a few more invectives for each of them, this time quite sincerely.

She marched off then, annoyed with them, annoyed with herself for somehow failing at her objective—again—and furious with Vasili for not reacting as he ought to.
Why
would he be amused to hear such terrible language coming out of her mouth? Didn’t he realize that if she could do something like this here, she could as easily do it in a drawing room where his king might be present?

He sought her out among the horses, where she had gone to take advantage of the soothing effect they usually had on her. Usually. It wasn’t working tonight. She continued to move among them, though, ignoring the presence she felt behind her, knowing instinctively who it was. And that was another thing that
kept her from calming down. She didn’t
like
it that she was able to sense Vasili, just as her mares could sense when one of the stallions came near.

He didn’t wait for her to turn around and acknowledge him. “Perhaps you will tell me why you were so angry with your Cossacks.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I ask.”

She changed her mind about saying it was none of his business, for the horses gave her an adequate lie. She turned to give it to Vasili, but, as happened too frequently, she was disturbed by his handsomeness. Anytime she was this close to him, she found it difficult to breathe, much less have a conversation.

But she finally got out, “They let Prince Mischa cover one of the mares today.”

“So?”

“So they know I am to be present for every breeding,” she explained, and that much was true.

“You actually watch?”

From his expression, she realized she had finally shocked him, and by something she
did
do, rather than what she’d been doing only for his benefit.

“Of course I watch. These are my babies, and I have better control over them than anyone else. I have to assure that the mares aren’t hurt—exactly as any other conscientious breeder would do.”

“But—”

“Yes?”

Her tone dared him to object because she was a woman, especially when she’d been doing her damnedest to appear and act
un
womanly for him. And he must have remembered just that, because he dropped that subject to address another.

“Where were you that you didn’t witness it?”

She smiled at him. “Didn’t you know? You aren’t the only one who goes riding off alone—” She started to add, “in search of amusement,” but he didn’t give her a chance to.

“You did
what?
”

“Of course, when I ride,” she continued, “I don’t stick to the road as you do. I find the countryside much more—exhilarating.”

She managed the insinuation this time, but instead of pouncing on it, he said with complete confidence, “You’re lying, Alex.”

She ground her teeth before retorting, “Of course I am, but what made you think so?”

He was suddenly frowning. “What do you mean, ‘Of course I am’? Do you make a habit of lying?”

“Certainly,” she replied offhandedly. “It makes life so much more interesting, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t,” he said sternly. “Life is interesting enough without complicating—Never mind. You’re a grown woman. Far be it from me to change any of your—habits.”

His condescension infuriated her this time, and she’d much rather take out some real an
ger on him than pretend to be angry at her friends. And she did it with a smile.

“How positively magnanimous of you, Petroff. Don’t expect me to be as generous, though. But then, we already know what habits of yours I’m changing, don’t we?”

He didn’t take the bait, but his smile was as false as hers. “Habits you
think
you’re changing. But as for how I knew you were lying, it’s because one of my men would have found me to tell me if you’d ridden off on your own, and another would have followed you.”

“I’m being spied on? Well, then, I’ll have to return the favor, won’t I? And I’ll start by finding out tomorrow what you were doing today.”

His brows rose. “You mean at the farmhouse I discovered—”

“You philandering—!”

“Now, now, what
are
you accusing me of?” He was almost laughing, he was so pleased by what she was thinking. “As it happens, it was already getting dark when I found the place, so I didn’t have time to dally. But as long as we’re on the subject, let me remind you that your own behavior had better remain completely virtuous—at least until after you’ve borne me an heir. Then you can do whatever you like.”

“Oh, I intend to do whatever I like, but I won’t wait until I have your permission. You, on the other hand, have had your last tawdry liaison.”

He was no longer pleased, but frankly in
credulous. “In other words, you can, but I can’t?”

“You men have had a monopoly on that sentiment for far too long. You should have known that
some
day a woman would turn the tables on you.”

“But it isn’t going to be you, sweetheart,” he said with a cold, sharp edge to his tone. “You’re fond of cutting off ears? I’ll cut off a hell of a lot more than that from any man who puts his hands on you—at least until after—”

“Yes, yes, you’ve already said
that
,” she snapped, out of patience. “What makes you think I can even bear children? Maybe I’ve already tried and failed.”

She struck a nerve with that barb. “Then maybe we ought to find out beforehand.”

“Don’t even think it, Petroff, or
I’ll
cut off more than ears.”

They were glaring at each other nearly nose to nose. Stalemates were so
un
satisfying, but they each knew that they’d reached one.

And then Vasili’s nose suddenly twitched and he leaned back to say, “Damn, what is that smell? I thought it was the horses, but it’s coming from you.”

Alexandra blinked, then stopped herself just in time from laughing. “Me?” She tried to sound indignant. “I don’t smell any different than I always do.”

He was really scowling now. “Woman, you did not stink when I met you.”

She shrugged. “I had just had my monthly bath when you met me.”

“Monthly?” he choked out.

She opened her eyes wide. “You think that’s too often? I always thought so, but Papa insisted.”

Vasili walked away in disgust.

Alexandra grinned from ear to ear.

A
lexandra’s embarrassment lasted for two days. She should have taken Vasili at his word, but no, she’d had to stop at that farmhouse he’d mentioned—and find out that the only inhabitants were an old couple and their two grandsons.

Whether he had dallied or not, it wouldn’t have been with the old woman there unless he was
really
desperate, and apparently he wasn’t, because he had been laughing when Alexandra had come back out to mount her horse. And he’d been smiling ever since, or so it seemed. That round had definitely been his, damn him.

But he had gone one better. When they’d stopped at an inn last night, he had sent a bath to her room with a message she couldn’t ignore.
Use it or I will be pleased to assist you
. And the insufferable popinjay had sniffed her when she had come down to dine afterward.

But when an opportunity came for her to get even, she pounced on it, not realizing just how effective it would be.

The town they arrived at later that week had a small but elegant hotel, and as usual, it was an establishment that Vasili was already familiar with, since they were retracing the route he had taken to her home. She had at first worried that the hotel would have too many women on staff for her to keep track of them all, so she determined that she would have to keep track of Vasili instead.

But she found out that he had spent only one night at the hotel the last time he’d been there, even though the rest of his party had stayed much longer. This was where they had stopped for an entire week, and not because a member of his group had been ill. Vasili had lied to her father. He had caused her to pack and leave her home with less than a day’s notice. Why?

The lady’s name was Claudia Shevchenko, a young widowed countess, and Vasili had spent the entire week in her bed, or not far from it. Her home was down the street from the hotel, and he had met her the night of his arrival in town, when she had been at the hotel dining with friends.

The story had been easy enough to obtain because the two had created quite a scandal. It wasn’t a large town, after all, and the widow was well known here—and supposedly pious; at least she used to be, before she had met one extremely handsome Cardinian who could seduce an angel if he cared to try. Or so the story went.

So Alexandra was surprised that Vasili
didn’t once try to leave the hotel the night they spent there, that he went to bed and actually stayed in it, according to the report she had from Timofee as soon as she left her room the next morning. What didn’t surprise her was to find him absent when she joined everyone outside the hotel to leave.

It was Lazar, looking extremely uncomfortable, who had apparently been chosen to tell her, “Vasili has already departed.”

“Has he indeed. How long ago?”

“Ten minutes.”

She didn’t doubt that Lazar had a number of excuses ready to explain this change in routine if she cared to hear any of them. She didn’t. She looked to Konrad for confirmation of the time that had passed since Vasili had left. At his affirmative nod, she simply smiled and rode out of town.

She decided she would give Vasili twenty minutes and no more. If he didn’t show up to join them by then, she would return and find him, because she didn’t believe for a second that he was on the road, merely riding ahead of them, as had become his habit.

Vasili was at that very moment knocking on the door of the redhead who had entertained him so well the first time he’d passed through this town. And as his luck was holding, she happened to be the one to open the door, instead of one of her servants—and slammed it abruptly in his face.

“Go away!” he heard her shout hysterically from the other side of that solid, and now
locked, barrier. “I like my ears just as they are!”

For the briefest moment, he doubted his hearing. But then his fingers slowly curled into fists, his face suffused with heat, and a low growl rumbled from his chest.

And he reached Alexandra in much less than the twenty minutes she’d figured on.

She heard him galloping up behind her and swung Sultan’s Pride about to face him. They nearly collided. It was damn close.

“Over there,” he said ominously. “Now! Or there will be hell to pay.”

He’d pointed to a lone tree that was at least a quarter mile away, and he rode directly to it without waiting to see if she would follow. As angry as he appeared, she considered staying right where she was—but no, she was too hopeful that this was it, the end she had been working toward. Her friends weren’t as optimistic. She had to order them to remain with the wagons.

On Sultan’s Pride, she reached Vasili in no time at all. He had already dismounted and was pacing beneath the tree. He didn’t give her a chance to dismount herself, but dragged her off her horse, then let go of her instantly to resume his pacing.

She’d never seen him like this, never imagined that a popinjay like him was capable of such fury. And there was no mistaking that he was furious.

Warily, she tried to put some distance between them, deciding she could wait to hear
whatever he had to say. But as soon as she moved, he closed the distance in a flash and was towering over her, and his eyes—heaven help her—seemed aglow with an inner fire.

“I won’t stand for it any longer,” he said, and he was just short of shouting. “There will be no more threats from you, Alexandra. I will bed any woman I please, when I please, and if you cause one more to hide from me in terror, I’ll bed you instead.”

That wasn’t what she had hoped to hear, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been either. So she crossed her arms and replied calmly, “No, you won’t. As long as you belong to me, you’ll be faithful to me. I don’t know why you keep making me repeat that. And you
won’t
be bedding me until after we have a wedding. If you want your women back, Vasili, you know what you have to do.”

“And you think I’ll abide by that?” This time he was shouting, and quite loudly.

She knew it would be an insult to him if she continued calmly in the face of his fury, but that was what she did. “No one says you have to abide by it, Petroff. You’ll just have to accept the consequences if you don’t.”

That started him pacing again. He was really quite fascinating like this, so volatile, even unpredictable. She ought to be frightened, but she wasn’t. Nervous, yes, but that was all—until it occurred to her that they wouldn’t be having this discussion if he hadn’t gone to that woman. And he’d gone to her to bed her,
and
would have done so if Al
exandra hadn’t been told about her and sent along that little message. He was guilty by intent. What she felt about that didn’t bear describing.

Suddenly he demanded, “How the hell did you find out about—about—?”

“Claudia?” she prompted.

“Yes, Claudia, or whatever her name is.”

That he wasn’t sure what the woman’s name was should have appeased Alexandra somewhat, but it merely disgusted her all the more. The man obviously had so many women that he couldn’t keep track of them. She’d already figured as much, but hated seeing proof of it.

But he wasn’t going to know how disturbed she was, so she shrugged before answering. “You’d be amazed at the kind of information you can gain with a few coins placed in the right pockets.”

“And you paid her a visit? When? You didn’t leave the inn.”

Apparently his spies hadn’t gotten much sleep last night either. “I didn’t bother seeing to it myself,” she said, striving for a tone of indifference. “I sent someone with my message. It must have been delivered accurately.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he sneered. “Your people are thorough.”

“It’s called loyalty.”

“Are you implying that I have none?”

She gave him a tight little smile. “You said it, I didn’t.”

He bristled at that, too, though he sounded
merely indignant. “I’ll have you know my loyalty is beyond reproach, but reserved for only a select few.”

She knew the answer, but still wanted confirmation. “And I’m not one of the few?”

“You said it, I didn’t,” he shot back at her with a nasty smile.

She could no longer keep her voice from rising. “Not even if I become your wife?”

“You’d better hope you come to your senses before then,” he growled.

“You’d better hope you do, Petroff!”

Once again, they were standing nearly nose to nose, she glaring up at him, he scowling down at her. Her bosom was heaving. He noticed, and there was no unusual odor to distract him this time.

Passion was a fickle emotion, easily redirected. Suddenly Vasili felt he would die if he couldn’t kiss her. Suddenly Alexandra couldn’t take her eyes off his sensual mouth.

And then, as if she’d willed it, she had the taste of him, fiery hot, wild. It was better than she remembered. He was crushing her against him and that was also better than she remembered.

Her fingers gripped his arms, pressing into his muscles, but not to push him away. A hand on her bottom lifted her, locked her to his heat, and she was melting, dissolving, mindlessly wanting something just beyond her reach and understanding.

She was arched to the point of breaking, Vasili was bent over her so far, as if he would
take her to the ground by his lips alone. His wanting to make love to her so badly made him forget every golden rule of seduction that he had adhered to in the past.

This was no seduction where he controlled every move and nuance to a desired end. He had no control, was in the grip of pure emotion, the taste and scent of her filling his senses, the feel of her intoxicating him, driving him beyond what he knew as rational.

And then they
were
suddenly on the ground, neither of them the least bit aware of it. Vasili was driven toward a single goal; Alexandra was consumed only by the sensations clamoring inside her, the sheer pleasure derived from his touch, his weight now covering her, his hand sliding up her thigh, until…

Her moan was lost in the depth of his kiss, his hand now cupping her heat sending her so close to the edge—and he knew, and had never felt such keen satisfaction in a woman’s yielding response before.

He would have taken her right there on the ground, and she would have let him. That was the horrifying realization that dawned on both of them when Sultan’s Pride nudged them a few breathless moments later, and they both scrambled to their feet.

Alexandra was mortified by what Vasili had made her feel, again, and her reaction was to slap him this time, hard. She should have given it more thought first, because his reaction was to slap her back, not hard, but just enough to shock her that he would.

“Well, that certainly served no purpose,” she remarked dryly.

Vasili was still trembling, wanting nothing more than to yank her back into his arms. How did she dare to stand there and appear totally unaffected by what had just passed between them? As for that slap, she shouldn’t have caught him when he was so—not himself.

“Yell at me all you like, sweetheart, only the next time you want to get physical, you can be sure I won’t hit back,” he promised.

“You won’t?”

He shook his head slowly. “No. I’ll take you off in the bushes and make love to you instead.”

She had to be crazy not to try to change this subject. “Why didn’t you this time?”

“I believe in fair warning—when your choice in the matter will be taken from you.”

“You’d do it even if I fight you?”

His smile was chilling. “Exactly.”

“You know what that’s called, don’t you?” she said with biting scorn.

“When you’ve been given fair warning? I would call it an invitation.”

It was his sexual frustration that had led him to make this alarming threat, she was sure. And she could think of no way to gain back the upper hand when his promised consequence far surpassed her own. But she wasn’t worried about slapping him again. She could restrain herself from doing that—somehow. It was the kissing she had to keep from ever
happening again, the kissing caused by his frustration, the kissing that she had succumbed to so completely.

She was going to have to concede or risk having his frustration get worse, risk having him start thinking about his rights again. Heaven help her, he might even try seduction on her if he got desperate enough, and she could still remember the special smile of his that he had turned on that tavern wench. She didn’t want to find out if she could withstand its being turned on her.

But she
hated
giving in, and she did it now with ill grace, snapping, “Go, then! Go back to the last town and find yourself a whore. Spend the whole day with her. We’ll wait for you in the next town.”

Whether that was what Vasili wanted to hear, he was damned if he was going to go with her
permission
.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said thoughtfully, his eyes dropping deliberately to her breasts. “I think I’ll wait until you slap me again.”

Alexandra gritted her teeth against the blush she felt rising, but it mounted her cheeks anyway. Slapping him again was just what she felt like doing. She had never known anyone who deserved it more.

Instead she threw caution to the wind and taunted him. “A wise decision, Petroff, one that won’t benefit you, of course, but nonetheless wise—because I probably would have changed my mind as soon as you left. And think how embarrassing it would have been
when I interrupted you and your whore—hopefully at a crucial moment.”

“Did anyone ever tell you what a bitch you can be, sweetheart?” he asked in a deceptively lazy tone. The glow was back in his eyes.

She injected some sweetness into her own tone, just as false. “I do try.”

She then turned abruptly toward her horse. Vasili reached out to stop her, though she didn’t notice it. But whatever might have happened next didn’t happen at all, because they were both distracted.

Alexandra first saw why Sultan’s Pride had nudged them earlier. He’d wanted to get her attention because Vasili’s stallion was encroaching too close and taking nips at his haunches. Then she saw something even worse, but something she should have expected.