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I gasp, twisting in my seat to see if anyone can hear. The women are nowhere to be seen. Neither is Henchman Jeeves.
"They are all in the cockpit," he deadpans.
I glance back at him, my face on fire. Squirming, I almost moan at the memory paired with the imagery of his cool blue gaze watching me. "I came."
His lips form a tick of smooth, confident approval as he praises, "I saw. Such a good girl, humping my pillow while you removed it. Moaning my name. You never forget who to thank for your orgasms, whose name belongs between your gasping lips when you come."
Oh. My. God.I cover my face, groaning my humiliation through my fingers. "You have no filter with me, Sir."
"How would that benefit me?"
I talk to my palms. "I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be. You must have known I could see. You'll never be without my eyes on you. Find comfort in that, little deer. You put on such a pretty show for me. With your pussy grinding on the pillow and your fingers playing with your rim. Tell me, do you want more of that?Muchmore?"
I swallow. The thought of him mounting my back, his heavy body pressing into mine, his cock thrusting through those muscles until he is so deep the sensation dances on pain—I nod into my palms. "Yes, please, Sir."
"Good." He shifts his expression to one fitting casual conversation, his tone losing a hint of guttural arousal as he says, "Now, my father spoke to me this afternoon, sweet girl." I drop my hands to stare at him, the heat from my cheeks cooling instantly. "It appears you two had quite an interesting conversation a few days ago."
Hopefully not about'fatherhood'or being the'right'woman or his marriage or—I shuffle in the nowstrangelyspacious seat.
He goes on, "Do you believe we hold you accountable for Dustin's betrayals? That has simply never been the case. Why didn't you discuss this with me?"
Oh.That's the part they discussed. I relax a little. "I don't want to disappoint you."
A man says something in another language over the speaker. Clay stands and moves to belt me in, testing the tightness across my chest before sitting back down and belting himself in. "I want all of you," he states simply. "I want you to come to me with every issue. Every pain. Every uncertainty. No one else. Ask me now. We have all night."
All night?On this craft?
The plane begins to move. "But I didn’t even realise I felt that way until Luca and I were talking," I admit. "It just came out. I feel like the—your—enemy… by blood at least."
"You are mine. You're not his."
"But I was the enemy at the beginning. Right? You had this big secret while I thought you were helping me, but you were using me… Even Xander was a part of it."
"EvenXander?" He articulates theevenwith hints of contempt. "Is his involvement in this betrayal somehow more impactful than my own?"
I can't hide the hitch of a smile at my lips. "This jealousy thing is really becoming of you, Sir."
"Territorial,sweet girl."
The plane speeds up, rolling over small bumps, and my hands go to the balls of the armrests. I squeeze, pressing my spine into the seat and peering out the window. The night has swallowed the twilight, making the runway glow spectacularly.
I thought I'd be more nervous than I am. First time flying. First time in the sky. I have done everything alone in my life. I would have done this, too. But there is no fear now that I am with him. He will never let any harm come to me. Never put me in danger. Never let anyone hurt me. There is power to this man greater than his body. Greater than the plane. The sky. And even any storm.
It wasn't always so, though. Weeks ago, I was simply the daughter of his enemy.
I look back at him. "What were you going to do with me at the beginning? That first day when we met?"
His brows tighten. "Once I found your father, I was going to pay you off and send you on your way."
"How did you know I wasn't working for him?"
"I obtained your records," he says, unwavering and unaffected by that admission. "In amongst the documentation was recordings of your interrogations with the police. I watched them. Watchedyou.Many times. More times than necessary, I admit. I liked watching you. I knew about your mother's suicide. Your brothers. I knew about that fucker's death." He studies my response to his words, adding, "Don't be upset by this, little deer. I don't take chances with my family, and you were living under my roof. After watching you, I was convinced you were innocent in all this."
I nod slowly, sorting the information behind blinking eyes. I knew he would do some kind of due diligence after I arrived at his house. And I remember he took a swab of cells from my cheek the day I arrived, so I suspected he'd have information on me, but footage from—
The plane suddenly tilts.
