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“Not very strong,” Drake said. “I’ll probably put the chair against the door to make sure no one can get in.”
Remaining silent, I watched him go through the tiny room, checking for god knew what, and when he was finally satisfied, he locked back up. We went to the small bar that sat at the top level of the ship and sat down, keeping our bags with us. Less than thirty minutes after taking our seats, the boat departed, motoring out into the Ionian Sea, leaving Greece behind.
“Drinks?” a steward asked, approaching our table.
“Vodka cranberry, please,” Drake said, gazing out at the ocean.
“Whisky and coke?” I said.
The steward grinned and nodded. “Very well.”
The next hour was spent in silence. At random times, Drake would hiss something under his breath. “How did he find us?” or “Why didn’t I know?” and then “What the hell is his game?”
This was not healthy. I’d seen Drake stressed before but this was a whole new level. Sam getting so close to us without our knowledge was weighing on him. Me too, honestly, but I hated what it was doing to Drake. He needed to get his mind off things.
Drake had only ordered one drink, and had been nursing it for a while, fingers slowly twisting the glass in small circles on the table as his steely eyes stared out at the endless expanse of the sea.
Reaching forward, I touched his hand. Drake glanced toward me, a questioning look in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“How long is this trip anyway?” I asked.
“To Brindisi? About seven or eight hours. Why?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “We need to get some rest, but I think you need to work off some of that adrenaline. What do you think?”
He kept his eyes locked on mine for several long seconds before a mischievous grin spread across his lips.
“Now? Do you think that’s safe?”
I leaned forward, holding his gaze and dropping my voice. “I need you to fuck me. Are you gonna do it or not?”
“How can I say no to an offer like that?”
Quickly, he gathered our things and made for the tiny room we’d be using for the next eight hours. Drake locked the door and as he promised, slid the small chair under the knob for extra security. While he did, I stripped my top off. By the time he turned around, my bra had already dropped down to the floor.
“My, my,” Drake said with a smile. “You are an amazing creature, Dahlia Belrose. I think I need to show you how special you are.” She stepped toward me, unzipping his pants. “Would that make you happy?”
My pussy was wet, and the way he looked at me, with that insatiable lust and hunger, only made it worse. My skin buzzed, ready for his touch. I wanted him to make me come. Screaming, while he slammed his cock into me, but even more than that, I wanted him to feel good. The power I enjoyed so much when punishing assholes was similar to the power I felt when I made Drake’s knees weak. Having this strong and assured man turn to putty in my hands was almost, almost, as satisfying as hearing a guilty person scream to god for help.
His dick was already hard when he slipped it free from his fly. Before he could say or do anything, I dropped to my knees, clutched the base of his shaft, and slid the full length of him into my mouth. The hot and silky-smooth skin filling me, my lips stretched taut as Drake ran his fingers through my hair.
“Oh god,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Suck me, Dahlia. Take me.”
Grabbing his ass with my hands, I pulled him close, letting his cock press deeper, all the way to the back of my throat, almost choking me. I massaged the bottom of his dick with my tongue, saliva making everything slick. Then, without warning, he began to thrust into my mouth, fucking my face. I moaned, swallowing back my gag reflex as he pulled the full length of himself out of my mouth until just the tip sat on my lips, and then he pressed all the way in again. Drake groaned, and I urged him on, pulling on him, digging my fingers into the cheeks of his ass.
His fingers wound into my hair, and in one swift movement, he yanked my head back, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through my scalp as he tugged his cock free of my mouth. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips sliding on the spit that coated my mouth.
“Mmm,” he said, finishing the kiss. “I love the taste of my cock on your lips.”
The words brought a smile to my face, and I worked his belt free and tugged his pants down while he pulled his shirt off. Within moments, we were both naked on the bed and all over each other. Drake’s hands glided across my small breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples, forcing me to gasp in pain.
“It’s like that, is it?” I whispered then leaned forward, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
I bit down. Hard. Drake let out a groaning curse as I nearly broke the skin.
“Just for that,” Drake said, spinning me around on my stomach, “I’m gonna make you beg for my cock before I give it to you.”
