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The car’s tires crunch over gravel as we turn off the highway. Lifting his head, he motions out the windows.
I tear my gaze away from him just in time for the roar of a jet engine overhead to drown out all other sounds. And that’s when I realize where we are.
The airport.
Oh God…
The tendril of dark excitement starts to snake around my core, wrapping its tentacle around my mind and squeezing until there’s no other thought other than the same fantasy thatrefused to leave my mind since we danced the night away in the Amalfi Coast.
Konstantin laying me down to the floor and ripping my clothes away as his searing lips trace my body. His thick powerful fingers forcing my legs apart so that his tongue can explore me. The weight of his muscled body against mine, his cock filling me up until I can’t take it anymore.
I clench my jaws and swallow as another warm drop of desire trickle between my legs.
That had been a reckless fantasy.
And now, it seems dangerously close to becoming reality.
The car rolls to a halt.When it comes to a stop, the driver steps out and Konstantin follows. I try to stay back, but Konstantin yanks me out of the car.
The cacophony of the airport is overwhelming, and I realize that I can scream as loud as I want out here, and no-one will hear me.
The driver mouths something that I can’t catch, and then bounds up the stairs towards the jet.
“No! No! No!” I dig my heels into the asphalt. “You’re not taking me on that!”
“Not afraid of flying, are you?” Konstantin asks as he tugs me behind him.
“I’m afraid ofyou!”
“That almost hurt my feelings, Kitty Cat.”
Good.I think savagely. But I know better than to say it out loud at this point.
I have no idea where this man plans to take me, but I’ve read watched enough true crime documentaries to know that the moment your kidnapper takes you to a second location, your chance of survival drops to almost zero.
And I have a feeling that even in the best of circumstances, I’ll have a hard time surviving being alone with Konstantin.
For a number ofverydifferent reasons.
I try to fight back with every step, but he still manages to force me inside the jet. The driver, with a scar on his face and narrow brown eyes, is waiting for us inside. Without asking, he hurries to close the door, sealing us in. He gives us one final look before vanishing into the cockpit.
Now that I can’t escape, Konstantin finally releases my wrist. Rubbing my arm gingerly as I back away, I watch him warily like he might lunge for my throat.
And just like all of our interactions earlier today, the thought of his fingers wrapped around my throat sends another rush of excitement and want through me.
Dammit! What’s wrong with me today?
“Are you finally going to tell me what the hell you’re doing with me?” I finally force the words out of my mouth.
He doesn’t answer.
“I’m done playing nice!” I snarl. “Answer me!”
“This is you being nice?” He points to the cut on his face, smirking.
That smirk. That stupid sexy lopsided smirk. Seeing that again makes it almost impossible for me to hate him.
Almost.
