She lifted a hand to keep me back. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
“Does it have to do with the bags at the front door?” I moved closer until her palm pressed to my chest.
“Yes. We have to get out of town. Bri said you’re in danger.”
What the hell had Bri told her after I’d left them alone?
Bri was always hearing one thing or another planned against the Weber heir. She should know as well as I did that my commanders in Interpol would have warned me.
I was going to have to warn Bri against panicking my wife. Though it seemed pushing Isa’s need to protect me had worked in my favor. I wouldn’t have to convince her to leave, and I wouldn’t have to tell her why I wanted to take her away.
Idiot. A lie of omission is still a lie. Didn’t you learn the first time?
“It’s part of being a Weber, Isa. You should know that same thing goes for your father.”
“Bri said the threat is credible. It came from underground chatter.”
I redirected her hand until it gripped my cock, pumping up and down.
“You’re not listening.”
She released me, ready to shift around me, but I caught her at the waist and pressed my aroused body to the front of her water-soaked one.
“My life is all about threats. You’re the one who I need to worry about. Now if someone threatened you, then I’d take drastic precautions.” I slid my engorged cock between her legs and her swollen pussy lips, making sure to nudge her pussy.
“I won’t let you seduce me into forgetting about my concerns.” Her voice was raspy now, her desire winning out.
“What do you suggest I do?”
“I want to leave town.” Her pussy grew slicker as I teased her with my cock. “Bri…Bri said she’ll contact you with details.”
Oh, I was going to contact Bri, all right, but right now I was going to fuck my wife.
“If I agree to go out of town will you calm down?”
“Not just out of town. We have to get out of Europe altogether.”
I should feel bad that she was saying the exact thing I’d been going to tell her. But I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Fine. Though I have one question for you.”
I skimmed my hand up the side of her body.
“What?”
I cupped her throat and felt her pulse jump as her cobalt eyes dilated. “Does your worry about me mean you care?”
She narrowed her gaze. “You know I do.”
“Do I? If I recall, last night you told me you hated me.” I leaned in, rubbing my stubble against her jaw.
A moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her neck to give me better access as her palms worked their way up my chest and around my neck. I licked the beads of water spraying on her skin. Her nipples pebbled harder.
“I don’t hate you. I should, but I don’t.”
I pulled her face to look at me. “Then what do you feel?”
“What do you feel for me?” she countered.
I knew she felt exactly what I felt, something neither of us wanted to give words to. Something that would make her my greatest weakness.
Who the fuck was I kidding? She was my greatest weakness and the reason Jonas had used her as leverage against me.
Instead of answering, I lifted her up by the thighs, spread her legs, positioned my cock, and thrust home.
“Baz.” She threw her head back and clutched my hair and my shoulder.
I pumped in and out of her in a hard, ruthless tempo, feeling the anger of what I’d discovered returning.
“Tell me, Isa.”
“No.”
I pushed in all the way and rolled my hips, pressing the base of my cock along her sensitive clit. Just as I felt her pussy walls quiver and clench, I pulled out and stilled again, with the head poised just in her entrance.
“Don’t stop. Dammit. I’m almost there.” She smacked at my back and tried to use her legs to force me forward.
“Not until you give me the words.”
“You’re not being fair.” She shook her head. “Why do you want so much from me when you don’t give me anything?”
Even through the spray of the shower, I could see her tears.
Threading my fingers into her hair, I stared into her eyes.
“You’re mine, Isa.”
“What does that mean?”
I shook the water dripping onto my face and dropped my forehead to hers, still holding her gaze.
The feelings I had for her were too intense to put into words, but I knew I had to try. The last few months had meant more to me than any other time in my life.
“It means I’m never letting you go.”
Thrust.
“It means I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
Thrust.
“It means you’re my weakness. A man like me can’t afford to have weaknesses.”
Thrust.
“I’ll destroy the world to protect you.”
Her breath was ragged as I worked her cunt and she took in my words.
“I don’t want you to destroy the world. I just need you.”
I stopped moving again.
“What does that mean, Isa?”
I saw the hesitation before she said, “It means…I love you, Baz. I should hate you for lying to me, for everything that was forced on me, but I don’t. I fell in love with you. Why did you make me love you?”
My heart nearly exploded hearing her words. She loved me. I finally had someone who was mine. Truly mine.
“Because you were born to be mine.” My voice was gruff but I didn’t care.
I covered my lips over hers and picked up the pace of my pistoning cock.
We spoke no more words as the need to come overtook us. Kissing, tasting, fucking.
Her nails scored my skin and she met each of my thrusts with the demands of her body.
“Oh God, oh God. Baz. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Come, baby, come,” I growled through clenched teeth.
She spasmed and then clamped down around my cock so hard, I saw stars.
My body erupted along with her, shooting deep inside her.
I knew we should be using protection. We weren’t ready for the next steps of life. But the thought of her round with my child brought out a primitive need to permanently tie her to me.
“Christ. You fucking feel incredible.” My brain completely stopped except for the need to work out every drop of the cum in my body.
When I could move again, I realized I hadn’t given her the words she’d given me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to. I’d just have to show her by keeping her safe. I would die to keep her safe. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
Isa
“Where are we going?” I asked Sebastian for the tenth time since we left on one of his private jets a little over an hour ago.
“Somewhere unexpected.”
I pursed my lips and glared at him as he scanned papers at the desk across from where I sat.
“That doesn’t tell me anything.”
A slight curve to his mouth told me he was being vague on purpose.
I growled and pulled out the book Lilly had tucked into my bag when I’d stopped by our office to tell her we were going out of town for a few days.
Instead of grumbling about the appraisal of Bri’s art collection that Lilly would have to do on her own, she’d all but jumped for joy. She assumed we were jetting off to a honeymoon destination and I hadn’t corrected her notion.
Lilly was a hopeless romantic and needed someone who understood her big heart. Hopefully Kane saw this and gave her what she needed instead of blowing hot and cold with her. I didn’t know much about Kane outside of the fact he ran Sebastian’s club. I’d have to ask Sebastian about him.
Later. Once I knew where we were going. Once my annoying husband threw me a bone.
“Stop glaring at me. It’s okay not to have control sometimes. I’m n
ot going to take you anywhere you won’t enjoy.”
“Says the man with all the control. I’m surprised you let me fuck your brains out on our wedding night.”
He lifted his dark gaze. “What makes you think I had no control in that situation? The one thing you aren’t is a top, even if you are in fact on top.”
My mind went to the way he’d held me as I rode him, the way he’d guided my movements, the way he’d made me come.
Fuck. He was right.
My cheeks heated.
“I don’t like you having all the power in our relationship. It feels unbalanced.”
Sebastian pushed back from his seat, not saying a word, and came toward me. When he was upon me, he crouched down, setting a hand on my thigh. His hold was possessive.
“Power and control are two different things.” His fingers glided along my skin, brushing the hem of my dress. “Control is having the ability to focus on the needs and wants of your woman and giving it to her before taking your own pleasure.”
Every nerve in my body fired to life as his touch moved higher.
“Power is the ability to drive a man to put aside everything he’s ever focused on for his wife.” His thumb skimmed the damp gusset of my underwear. “From the beginning, you’ve had all the power. I was at your mercy. I was ready to beg for just a sliver of your time, for the slightest taste of you. I spent months meeting you for coffee, knowing I’d rather have been buried deep in your cunt. You made me want things I didn’t even know I wanted. If that isn’t power, I don’t know what is.”
His fingers slid past my thong and plunged deep into my pussy, scissoring out. My body arched toward him as my head fell back against the cushions of the seat. The book in my lap fell to the floor with a thud.
“Baz.” I closed my eyes, lost in the pleasure of his wicked hand.
“You’re the only person who could get me on a plane in the middle of a takeover, during a time I had to assert my authority in my territory.”
He thrust in and out, my arousal flooding his hand. “You hold all the power, Isa.”
My vaginal muscles quickened and then clenched, my orgasm right upon me.
“But I control your pleasure and you don’t come unless I let you.” He abruptly withdrew, leaving me hanging.
“No. Baz. What are you doing?”
He grinned, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking my essence clean.
“You can’t be serious. You’re going to leave me hanging?”
“If we were in our cabin, then I might consider it, but we’re here where anyone can see you.” He leaned forward, taking my lips in a deep kiss.
I could taste myself, and it heightened the uncomfortable need deep inside me.
He straightened the skirt of my dress and picked up my book from the floor. Sebastian read the title, smirked, and then set it on my lap.
“I think this is great reading. Tell Lilly I said thank you.” He rose and returned to his desk. Less than a second later, Denise, the flight attendant, entered the lounge with a tray of drinks and food.
“Be prepared,” I muttered so only Sebastian could hear. “I’ll get my revenge.”
“I have no doubt that you’ll try,” he responded, not caring that Denise could hear everything we were saying. ”Just remember I’m the one in control.”
“Whatever. I can take care of it without your help,” I said to Sebastian while smiling at Denise as she set my drink and a fruit-and-cheese plate in front of me.
“But you won’t.” He took his plate and drink, setting them on the desk.
I picked up a grape to pop into my mouth. “And why not?”
He turned his dark, almost black gaze toward me. The intensity of it had butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Because the reward will be worth at least ten of them.”
“Oh.” I bit into the sweet fruit. “So, this is a type of game?”
“Something like that. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I knew I wasn’t going to get what I wanted no matter how much my body needed relief.
“Fine. I’ll wait.”
Sebastian smirked. “You do that. In the meantime, why don’t you read the book Lilly packed? I’m sure you’ll find it fascinating reading material.”
Was that humor I heard in his tone? I’d get my revenge, orgasms or not.
I grabbed the book Lilly had picked for me and nearly groaned. It was a copy of the Kama Sutra with pictures and detailed descriptions. I clenched my teeth.
Best friend or not, the woman was a menace.
Good thing I adored her.
15
Isa
“Isa. It’s time to wake up.”
“No,” I moaned and rolled over. “I need a few more hours of sleep.”
Sebastian chuckled. “You’ve slept for seven hours. It’s time to get ready.”
That’s when I realized I was lying on a bed under luxurious covers that felt like the softest and highest thread-count cotton available against my skin.
My eyes snapped open. Sebastian leaned over me. He was bare-chested and his jaw was shadowed by a dark growth of beard, giving him a rakish look. His hair was wet, telling me he’d showered.
I peeked over his shoulder and took in the opulent room. It was decorated in soft neutral tones. So this was the private cabin. I’d flown on private jets before but none with a bedroom or shower. Then again, I’d only flown around Europe, where everything was within a few hours’ flight, and one trip to see Ana in Las Vegas. But that had been on a commercial flight under an assumed name with a passport Ana had arranged for me.
“How did I get in here? The last thing I remember was watching one of the Ocean’s movies.”
I vaguely remembered curling into him when the plane hit some turbulence and then falling back asleep. I guessed it wasn’t turbulence—it was Sebastian bringing me in here.
He shook his head. “You are one hard sleeper. You barely stirred when I undressed you and put you to bed.”
At that moment, the sheets covering me slipped, revealing my naked body.
“Naked? Really?”
He lifted a brow. “I sleep naked. Therefore, you sleep naked.”
His gaze shifted to my breasts, and my nipples immediately pebbled.
“Did you give me an orgasm while you were at it?” I frowned at him. “I think I would have woken up if it was ten.”
“Still not over it, are you?”
“You’re not the one with a case of lady blue balls.”
He picked up my hand and set it over his erection, the one I hadn’t noticed until now.
“You’ve had me in this state since I met you at the club. It doesn’t matter how many times I come deep in your cunt. It’ll never be enough.”
Instead of climbing off the bed, I straddled his lap, letting the lips of my sex cradle his cock. Just like I had during our wedding night.
“We’re not having sex, no matter how tempting you are,” Sebastian said even as his hands cupped my ass and rubbed my pussy against his cock, coating it in my arousal.
I kissed his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and then nipped his skin with my teeth.
“I don’t want to have sex.” I pushed him onto his back. “Well, not the way you’re thinking.”
He relaxed back onto the bed, tucking his arms behind his head.
“Be my guest. If you’d rather I come in your mouth than your pussy, who am I to argue?”
Sliding off his body, I grabbed his thick cock, fisting the base. Damn, his dick was amazing. How he fucked me without tearing me in half was a wonder. But then again, he always had me so ready for him. The slight discomfort was well worth the pleasure.
“Are you going to stare at it or do something with it?”
Sebastian’s question snapped me out of my thoughts and I squeezed him from root to tip and back down. Precum dripped from the slit on the bulbous head of his erection. My mouth watered for a taste of him, but instead of giving in to my desire, I lick
ed the thick vein underneath.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I smiled and continued my exploration before I took him fully into my mouth, going so deep that he hit the back of my throat. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to hold off the gag reflex.
As if my discomfort aroused Sebastian more, his cock seemed to grow harder and thicker. With each downward movement, it became easier to take him. When his hand fisted in my hair to aid the movement of my mouth, I knew his orgasm was upon him.
I released him with a pop, pulling free of his hold, and walked to the bathroom, ignoring the sting of my lips and the wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Isa.” Sebastian’s growl was feral.
“As you said, I have the power. Especially when your dick is in my mouth. Now you get to suffer the same way I am.”
Sebastian
“Don’t be mad. You know you deserved it,” Isa said as she took the steps leading onto the tarmac of McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas.
The temperature was cool and dry, a sharp contrast to the last time I’d been here. It was years ago, when I’d attended the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. It hadn’t been my family’s first choice of schools for me to attend, but then again, they had no idea I was a fresh recruit into the lower ranks of Interpol, and one of their best training facilities was in Nevada.
“I’m not mad.”
“Sure, you aren’t.” Isa smirked, and for the first time since we landed, took in the mountains and buildings near us.
She turned to me, her eyes bright with excitement. “We’re in Vegas.”
Her joy cooled the irritation I’d felt since she’d walked away a few seconds before I blew my load down her throat.
“You need to remember. While we’re here, we are Sebastian and Isa Kohl. Weber and Benz don’t exist.”
“As if I couldn’t figure out that on my own. Kohl it is, but I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
At that moment, a blacked-out Suburban pulled up and out stepped Hagen and Persephone Lykaios. Hagen with his tanned arms covered in ink and a natural scowl on his face towered over his beautiful, dark-haired, almost pixie-sized wife with her unique mixture of Greek and Indian heritage.
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