I reached above my head with my free hand and plucked at the knotted silk on my wrist, determined to at least get off his bed.
I had broken a nail and was huffing and puffing with frustration five minutes later, still attempting to untie the knot—because Vito had clearly been a bloody Boy Scout in another life—when a swooping sensation in my stomach signalled the plane was losing altitude.
Were we landing already? How long had I been asleep?
Then the cabin door opened. I shifted round on the bed and glared at the tall figure who strolled into the room without an invitation.
‘You are awake, Mia.’ Vito’s casual greeting had my indignation snapping to attention. ‘I hope you slept well.’
‘Of course I didn’t. How could I when you tied me to the bed?’ I snapped, even though it wasn’t true. ‘You have to untie me,’ I added, hating the plea in my voice.
He frowned as if my demand was anathema to him. ‘There is nothing Ihaveto do where you are concerned,’ he said, the arrogance I hated back full force. ‘You are mine now, Mia. It is time you accepted this.’
‘I’ll never accept it,’ I shot back, determined to fight his dominance.
‘Do you wish me to prove it?’ he replied, sitting on the bed.
‘No…’ I said, but when I attempted to kick him with my free foot, he caught my ankle and held my leg down easily.
‘Stop this or you will force my hand,’ he murmured as his thumb caressed the inside of my ankle and made the swooping sensation in my stomach worse.
‘Let go of me,’ I demanded, but my attempts to jerk my foot out of his hold were to no avail. ‘And stop touching me. I don’t like it…’ I said, desperate for him to stop that stroking motion, because the prickles of sensation I recognised all too well were shooting straight into my sex. Triggering the yearning I couldn’t control even now.
I had loved his dominance that night, the chance to forget all my responsibilities and let him take control… That my body was still enthralled by him felt like a betrayal now, though.
‘I can already smell this is a lie, Mia,’ he said as he kept me pinned to the bed, his free hand travelling up my leg.
‘What are you doing?’ I gasped as the prickles went bananas and my thighs quivered, the heat pounding so hard in my sex now that the scent of my arousal was thick in the air.
‘Proving how much you enjoy this,’ he murmured, the seductive tone—and the sure, entitled, dominating caress—sapping my strength and my resistance.
‘I… P-please…’ I said, but I wasn’t even sure what I was begging him for anymore as his callused palm continued its ascent—stroking my calf, then brushing the inside of my thigh. My struggles died, my pleas for him to stop turning to a moan of encouragement as his marauding hand disappeared under my dress and his thumb caressed the seam of skin between my leg and my torso.
I trembled violently, my back arching, my clit already desperate for his touch, his thumb tantalisingly close to the lace barrier already damp with need.
‘Bella ragazza,’ he murmured, his voice husky with need too. The dark demand in his eyes was my undoing.
Releasing my ankle, because all the fight had gone out of me, he flipped up my dress to expose my panties. He clasped my thighs to spread my legs, then climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my knees, then leant down to blow across the damp lace covering my needy clitoris.
‘Y-yes…’ I moaned, my desire to fight his control over my body washed away on a wave of desperation. I needed this release. The release only he had ever given me. Just once more.
Using that devious thumb, he inched the lace aside, baring my sex to his gaze.
‘You are so wet and swollen for me, Mia,’ he murmured, the whisper of his breath against my slick folds almost more than I could bear. ‘And that scent. I must taste you.’
I writhed against his hold again, but this time to get closer, to have him put his mouth on me again. ‘Then do it,’ I begged.
‘Promise to obey me, Mia, and I will give you what you need.’
‘I—I can’t…’ I cried, even as I could feel what was left of my willpower dissolving. ‘You shouldn’t have kidnapped me.’
‘And you should not have kept your pregnancy from me…’ he countered, his tone sharp, his stark expression matching the clash of emotions inside me. Desperation, anger, but also desire, need, and that strange tug of hope.
‘I—I had to,’ I murmured, willing him to understand. ‘Your life is so dangerous. I—I didn’t want my baby hurt.’
He frowned, but instead of acknowledging my fears, he licked across my folds, his rough tongue lathing the aching bud. The raw sensation was like a firecracker lighting me from within, but he stopped almost instantly, leaving me teetering on the verge of a merciless orgasm. Too far gone and yet not able to tip over into the abyss.
‘The only way to keepourbaby safe is to submit to me, Mia,’ he demanded, his tone harsh, but his gaze was shadowed with something much more disturbing.
