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“So, if I untie you, are you going to be a brat?” I tuck my phone into my pants pocket and take pleasure in watching her eyes slowly narrow.
To my surprise, she stops her frown from deepening and turns it into a breathtaking smile that catches me off guard and steals my next breath.
“Me? Never.” She again wiggles her hands at me and I don’t buy it for a second.
But I’m not a monster, to innocent women at least, and keeping her in cuffs although in another time and place would be fun, would just make walking her out of the hotel harder. I’d rather this runs as smoothly as possible. I pull out the small key from my front pocket and walk towards her.
“We are going to leave this room.” I approach her, dropping the playful tone in my voice, making sure she knows that I’m in charge. “We are going to walk calmly down to the carpark. Then we are going to the airfield and back home to Sydney.” The key is in its place, but I don’t turn it until she looks up and sees the warning in my eyes. “I’m giving you a chance. I won’t give you a second one.”
We’re barely inches apart, her breath warm on my face. Her chest rises and falls quickly, and then she nods ever so slightly. That’s all I need. I turn the key and it clicks open, releasing her hands.
With no warning, her stiletto heel stomps down on my foot. Pain shoots up my leg, and I need a second to recover. But I don’t get it, she follows that assault with her knee right on my fucking hard cock.
I cry out in pain, reach for her and miss, as she bolts like a jaguar to the door. Taking long deep breaths, I use my hand to massage the agonising pain between my legs knowing she won’t get far. She opens the door and runs straight into Dave, and Dave’s a big mother fucker. He grabs her by the arm as he looks over her shoulder at me, quickly assessing what’s just gone down.
She kicks and screams, struggling to get out of his grip. “Let go of me. I’m not going back. Ever.”
Again, what the fuck?
Dave turns and looks down the hall, baring his teeth to someone, while pushing her back into the room.
“Help! Call the police,” she screams to them before the door slams closed.
What a shit show. Now, time is definitely short. Dave turns her around and she struggles to pry herself away.
“Oh my god! What the hell are your arms made of? Jesus!” She looks down at his hand tight around her arm.
Dave’s grip is like a lock jaw, she’s going nowhere. I stand, barely, moving past the pain that still throbs between my legs and take out a white cloth from my back pocket.
“I’d seriously consider how much of this stuff you can inhale before it starts to affect your brain cells.” I look at Dave. “Get her on the bed.”
He pushes her forward and all but tosses her down. She bounces once as she lands and I’m there in a heartbeat, holding her shoulders. Our bodies are pressed tight together, her breath hitches and I feel her body trembling beneath mine. Then she begins to fight and buck, but there is no way I’m letting her go. She must realise or tire because she stops, out of breath.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Her voice is hoarse, her chest heaving and her cleavage bounces with each breath. “I’ll be good now, I promise.”
My dick pulses from her begging, but only adds to the pain.
“Cops are probably already on their way after that little outburst.” I lean down, demanding her eyes to meet mine. “I told you. I don’t give second chances.”
I cover her mouth with the cloth. Her eyes burn with anger and defiance, but she doesn’t move. Our eyes locked together like a spell, until one tear runs down her cheek, and it hits me like a punch in the gut. Her eyes begin to droop, as she tries to fight the fumes, until they slowly close and her body falls limp under me, unconscious once more.
My shoulders sag and I roll my neck, releasing some of the tension from the day. A lock of hair hangs across her face, and I brush it behind her ear, surprising myself with the gentle nature of my touch. It’s time to get some much-needed distance from her.
I jump to my feet; the pain still throbs from her attack. Dave watches me, brow raised and mouth in a tight smirk as I continue to rub my sore dick.
“Don’t say a fucking word.” My warning does nothing, instead he throws his head back and laughs.
After paying an old woman a shit tonne of money to keep her mouth shut, we managed to make it out without trouble.
Lillianna Moretti is resting peacefully in the jet while Dave stands guard on the airstrip, and I make one last call to her father. She’s not the usual princess with no spine. She’s a spitfire and for whatever reason isn’t too keen to go back to dear old pops. Can’t blame her, he’s the lowest form of scum there is, dealing with the hard drugs we don’t touch, and dipping his toes in trafficking women.
Even so, princesses are all protected from this bullshit. So, it doesn’t make sense. All she has to do is calm down, let us take her back and collect our money. Then she can go back to her party ways and wherever the fuck she wants.
“Are you making the call?” Dante comes to my side, lighting a smoke outside the hangar.
I nod, getting my phone ready to call the lowlife.
“Fuck, I wish I’d been there.” He shakes his head chuckling to himself.
