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Fuck, I hadn't noticed him leaning forward again, but there he was, his breath on my neck again.
"Has it ever been long?" I asked sweetly. "You seem like the sort of man who has to overcompensate in other areas. This plane, for example." I gestured around me. It was actually smaller than my jet, but I couldn't resist taking a dig at the size of his cock.
He chuckled. "It's long enough and thick enough to break you in two, bitch."
"Don't call me bitch," I said over my shoulder. I braced myself for him to strike me, or try to choke me again. Something.
He chuckled again. "I give you full points for trying to pretend you haven't lost. Or maybe you aren't ready to accept it. But you will. Everything you have is mine now. Or will be soon." He slid his fingers along the side of my neck.
I shivered involuntarily. If I didn't know vampires weren't real, I'd start to wonder about him. He was creepy, liked black suits and seemed to be obsessed with my neck. Was there a word for that? I knew it wasn't neck-rophilia, but the thought made the sides of my mouth twitch.
"Dream on," I told him. "Nothing of mine will ever be yours. Jake will make sure of that."
Dagen snorted and let his fingertips rest against the pulse point at my throat. "There's nothing your lapdog can do now. In a couple of days, he'll be dead. Along with that boytoy of yours. Wheeler's nephew. He's as good as dead. I have no use for him."
I pretended to yawn. I really wanted to jerk away from his touch, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he creeped me out.
"Do we get a meal on this flight?" I asked. "Or a movie? The service on board sucks."
"How about I shove my cock down your throat?" he said. "That should fill you up."
"I said meal, not a tiny bag of nuts," I retorted. I was gagging at the idea of his cock anywhere near my mouth. And bracing myself for him to hit me. For some reason, even nice guys didn't like it when you said their dick was small.
His fingers dug into my skin, just above the collar. "You think you're so, fucking clever, don't you? You will regret every single word that comes out of your mouth." He slid his fingers around, worked them under the back of the collar and yanked it back so hard I gagged as it dug into my throat.
"You're my pet, bitch. You will learn to behave," he hissed. "I am your master now. Get used to being on your knees."
I struggled to breathe, much less think up a good comeback to that. I leaned back to take some of the pressure off, but he tugged harder.
My vision started to blur. My head swam. I reached up and tried to hook my fingers around the collar, to pull it away from my throat. I struggled to draw a breath, even half a breath.
He shoved me away and the pressure was gone.
I coughed and sucked in a few, frantic breaths before I managed to regain my composure.
"You see, bitch?" He gloated like the fucking prick he was. "It's so easy to take everything from you. I can do it with one hand."
"I'm sure your hand gets a workout," I said between coughs.
"Thinking of things I'm going to do with you, it did," he agreed. "But now I have your mouth, I can give it a rest."
"If you put any body part near my mouth, I'll bite it off," I said evenly. I rubbed my throat and winced. The skin already felt bruised. "I need to pee," I said after a moment. "Please tell me this toy of yours has a toilet."
I glanced back between the gap in the seats as Asshole nodded at one of his henchmen.
"Leave the door open and watch her."
"You're not going to watch me yourself?" I asked. That seemed like something he'd get off on.
He ignored me.
Spoilsport.
The goon beside me reached for my seatbelt and unclicked it before pulling me to my feet and ushering me to the rear of the plane.
I didn't dare to glance at Ben as I walked past, but I saw he was alive. For now. I managed a tight half smile that he may or may not have seen, and shuffled past.
Hutton sat on the other side, a couple of rows back. He didn't look my way either.
