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Nikolai goes still, then puts down the tablet and leans forward. “Have I what?”
“You know, had sex on a plane?”
“Fuck me, Rose. I’ve fingered you, does that count?”
I narrow my eyes. Niko’s got his sleaze voice on, and it’s mocking me.He’smocking me. “No.”
He leans back, folding his hands over his stomach. His tie is undone, sleeves rolled up, and the new hairpin mark I put on his tattooed arm would be visible if he turned it out. Niko’s eyeing me, a glimmer of lust in his eyes. He’s taking in the dress I have on—it’s a simple traveling dress, one he told me to put on, whether to placate me or for other reasons, I don’t know—and I can almost see the dirty X-rated reels rolling in his head.
“No. Do I look like the sort of man who fucks in plane bathrooms?”
I open my mouth, only to close it again. Treacherous waters lay ahead. We’ve been up in the air for ten minutes, and I’m already on about sex on planes, and he’s deciding what to do with me.
What his baser instincts want and his mind desires are sometimes two different things.
Nikolai would never hurt me.
Torture, on the other hand…
That, he’s capable of, and his brand comes in denying orgasms.
I think I’m more turned on than I was when he fucked me at home, when he ate me out after coming in me, and that was one of the hottest things ever.
Thing is, I’m turned on not knowing what he’ll do here and now.
“Yes.”
The sleaze-filled grin slowly blooms. “My sweet Rose, never fucking learning her lesson.” He unfolds his hands and stands, slipping a finger under my chin to raise it. His eyes glitter as my heart stammers hard, every nerve ending alive with need.
He doesn’t need to physically force me to undo the seatbelt and rise. It’s in his gaze, that command. When I’m on my feet, swaying against him, he moves his hand to grab me by the throat; not hard—just enough to show me he can.
My blood turns into liquid heat.
“You want to degrade yourself and me by doing something base?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His gaze rakes over my mouth. “Here’s the deal. I’m going out there to talk to one of my men. You’ll go into one of the bathrooms; there are two on the plane other than the one in here. Leave the door unlocked, panties off, legs spread.”
“What if—”
“That, my Rose, is the risk you’re going to take.”
* * *
It’s dark, and the vibrations on the plane thrum through me as I sit on the edge of the sink, legs spread, panties off. I can hear him out there, talking, laughing, and I grip the hard edge of the sink in fear.
This is nothing like the bathroom in his private section. This one is cramped, cold, and with the door not quite shut because it’s not locked, the lights aren’t engaged.
My heart is beating too fast, the adrenaline pumping hard in my veins. Mile high club? What possessed me? What if someone slips by and comes in? No one’s going to touch me, but if they see, it’s not just humiliation. No, it’s dangerous. Nikolai doesn’t tolerate anyone else seeing me, touching me. I’m his.
Suddenly, I’m angry at him for putting me in this situation, someone else’s life potentially in my hands, all for a cheap thrill I goaded him into giving me.
I could go out there, I know that, but I can’t. To go out is to concede the game, and I refuse.
My ass is starting to go numb, and now, I can’t hear him. In fact, I haven’t heard him in long enough to make my stomach drop.
Oh. God. What if—
