by Zoe Blake
“My apartment is the other way.”
“I know.”
“Dimitri, I have class in less than an hour. I have to get home.”
“You’re missing class today.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re coming with me.”
We pulled onto the highway going south.
I sighed. “I just told you I needed a little time.”
“And I will give it to you… but that time will be spent with me.”
“That’s not the point of giving someone time!”
“Take it or leave it. It’s my only offer.”
“You can’t keep dictating orders and rules to me like this!”
He cast me a sidelong glance that said the opposite.
“Dimitri, you have to take me home.”
“No.”
“This is kidnapping.”
He shrugged. “Not the worst thing I’ve ever been accused of.”
“This isn’t funny. Where do you think you’re taking me?”
He turned off the highway at the Midway Airport exit.
“Morocco.”
Chapter 23
And it is you, spirit—with will and energy, and virtue and purity—that I want…. - Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Dimitri
“Get out of the car, Emma.”
“This is crazy!”
I parked the car in my exclusive hangar at Midway. The pilot had already finished the last checks on the Gulfstream, my private plane. They had cleared us for takeoff in the next fifteen minutes. I didn’t have time for her tantrum. She was coming with me and that was final.
“Get out of the car.”
“I am not going to Morocco with you!”
“See, that is where you’re wrong.”
She really looked adorable sitting there in my old Oxford hoodie with her arms crossed over her chest like a petulant child. Taking her to Morocco was definitely not part of my plans, but she had given me no choice.
I had felt my heart stop when she’d said our relationship wasn’t working for her anymore.
I wasn’t prepared to let her go… I didn’t think I ever would be.
Of course, I thought it was because of last night. The violence she had witnessed. I’d feared then, as I did now, that it would change her perception of me. I wanted her to be many things, but afraid of me was never one of them. I prayed she’d never find out what I was truly capable of. That she never learned Brad’s fate. What would she think of me then?
Not that I regretted it—not for one moment. He had touched what was mine.
He’d deserved to die.
She needed time. It was a reasonable request. Too bad I wasn’t willing to give it to her. With time, she might realize that an innocent sweet girl like her had no business falling in love with a criminal mafia thug like me.
No, I couldn’t let that happen.
I would keep her by my side, bind her to me, till all doubts were gone.
Till she was completely under my control.
It was selfish.
Dangerous.
If I were a better man, I would let her go. Let her find a more appropriate man to love, a scholar or professor, someone safe and reliable. Someone who wouldn’t drag her light into his shadow.
Too bad I wasn’t a better man.
I was a selfish bastard.
But then again, perhaps I could be forgiven. She had said she was falling in love with me. This beautiful, sweet creature was in love with me. She had brought light and energy into my life. I enjoyed viewing the world through her eyes. It was a better place, full of promise and new adventures. Every new experience she had, whether it was sex, trying a decadent food, or learning the complex dance between pain and pleasure, it was as if I were also feeling it for the first time, experiencing that heady rush of excitement that can only come from a new discovery.
I didn’t want to return to my bleak existence of guns, war, and money.
I wanted the promise of her kiss and of her love.
She was mine, and I was keeping her.
Leaning down, I placed a crooked finger under her chin. Lifted her face to mine. “Keep pushing that bottom lip out and I’ll take it as an invitation.”
She pulled both lips between her teeth.
So adorable.
I tapped the sun-warmed top of my Mercedes. “Here’s the situation. I want you to come to Morocco with me and what I want… I get. Now get out of this car. The plane is ready for takeoff and I’m on a schedule.”
She huffed. “You’re a bully.”
I nodded my head. “I’m not denying that.”
“I don’t even have a passport or money… or clothes!”
“I will take care of your passport. You never have to worry about money with me and we will buy whatever you need when we get there, although if it were up to me, I’d keep you naked in my bed the whole time.”
“No. I can’t. I have class, work, responsibilities! There’s a huge mix-up with my tuition and I have an appointment this afternoon with financial aid that I can’t miss.”
My brow wrinkled. “What mix-up? Your tuition is paid.”
Her eyes narrowed. Throwing off her seat belt, she got out of the car and confronted me. I straightened my lips into a grim line, certain her knowing I was finding this amusing would make her even angrier. She looked like a little butterfly trying to take on a bear.
“Dimitri, tell me you didn’t pay my tuition.”
Now it was my turn to cross my arms over my chest as I raised an eyebrow. I said nothing.
She threw her hands up in frustration as she paced a few steps away. Too bad my oversized hoodie obscured the view of her ass in those tight jeans. She then marched back to jam a finger into my chest. “This is not okay! Now I’m obligated to you. Accepting money from you makes me feel like I’m your whore!”
My arms slowly dropped to my sides as my hands curled into fists.
This had ceased to be amusing.
Her large doe eyes widened. She stumbled back a few steps as I advanced.
My baby girl knew she had just crossed a line.
Turning, she tried to run, heading straight for the wide opening of the hangar where sunlight poured in from outside.
I reached out my arm and snatched at the sweatshirt hood, pulling her back into the shadows… with me.
Her body jerked, falling back against my chest. My right arm swept around to press her tightly to me. My hand finding the soft curve of her left breast through the material, I gave it a harsh squeeze. She inhaled sharply.
“Я предупреждал вас, что никогда больше не хочу слышать это слово в ваших устах, иначе будут последствия.” I was so angry I accidentally spoke Russian and was forced to repeat myself. Growling in her ear, I said, “I warned you I never wanted to hear that word on your lips again or there would be consequences.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
“Oh, little girl, you’re about to be very sorry.”
Spinning her in my arms, I placed a shoulder to her middle and lifted her high.
“Dimitri! Don’t! Put me down!”
Ignoring her pleas, I headed to the flight of air stairs that had been lowered for boarding. Her weight was slight, so I easily took the steps two at a time. Bending my knees, I ducked low as I hauled her through the narrow oval door opening and onto the plane.
The pilot nodded his head as he greeted me. “Good morning, Mr. Kosgov.”
“Morning, Tom. We’re ready to leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
He turned and crossed into the cockpit.
Tom had been with my organization for close to fifteen years. He had seen everything from American presidents to ruthless dictators to unscrupulous Hollywood moguls doing all sorts of unethical escapades on this plane. My carrying an unwilling female, while a first, would not cause so much as a raised eyebrow from him or the rest
of his staff.
“Help! I’m being kidnapped!” cried out Emma.
She got a slap on the ass for her troubles, although the excess fabric of the hoodie muffled the impact. I would soon rectify that.
“Good morning, Mr. Kosgov. Can I get you and your guest some coffee?”
“No, thank you, Meghan. We’ll be in the back and I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Are you kidding me with this! Do you not see this man is kidnapping me?” shouted Emma while she tried to brace herself against my back as she leaned up to face Meghan.
In answer, I gave the flight attendant a conspiratorial wink before making my way down the aisle to the back bedroom, one of the perks of owning a plane.
The bedroom was the last cabin in the plane. The round-roofed space contained a king-sized bed in the center with windows on both sides. To be honest, I rarely used the ivory and gold decorated bedroom, preferring to work during the downtime of travel. I had been considering having it removed to create an additional meeting area. At this moment, I was very pleased I’d never gotten around to it.
Depositing Emma on the bed, I turned and locked the door.
“You have to let me off this plane.”
The engine roared to life as the plane shifted. We began to taxi out onto the runway.
“Too late. You’re my prisoner now,” I warned as I shrugged out of my suit jacket. I reached for the cufflink securing the cuff on my right wrist.
She flipped up onto her knees. “I’m mad at you right now. You’ve kidnapped me, for heaven’s sake! There is no way I’m having sex with you.”
Twisting my left cufflink off, I walked the few steps to the mahogany built-in cabinet and opened the drawer. Dropping the cufflinks inside, I picked up a small travel size aloe lotion.
This would work.
I closed the drawer with my hip and tossed the lotion onto the bed.
“What is that for?”
She really was so adorably innocent and naïve.
“The sex we won’t be having,” I teased as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders.
Her brow furrowed as she stared at the bottle. You could see the precise moment my intentions dawned on her.
“Oh, hell, no!”
She sprang up from the bed and lunged for the door.
Pivoting, I caged her in with my body, pinning her against the door.
Before she could even cry out, I whipped the hoodie over her head and tossed it aside. I then made quick work of her simple white lace bra. Running my hand down her back, I could feel the aroused tremors ripple over her body as her shoulders tensed and her bottom pushed out. Reaching between us, I flicked open the brass button of her jeans.
Her breath came in short, excited gasps. I just loved the way her hair hung down her back in thick tawny waves. It made me want to wrap it around my fist and push inside her tight cunt till she screamed for release.
Leaning down, I scraped my teeth along the edge of her shoulder. “Tell me you want this.”
She moaned.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want to give me your last virginity.”
My mouth teased the side of her throat. I could feel the muscles tense as she swallowed. Looking up, I watched the tip of her pink tongue flick out to wet her bottom lip. “I’m scared it will hurt.”
I caressed the cool skin of her back with the palm of my hand before moving down to her ass. I cupped her generous curve and gave it a hard squeeze. She lifted onto her toes.
“Of course it’s going to hurt but we both know you like the pain. You like it when I make it hurt and then kiss it all better,” I rasped against her neck.
“Oh, God.”
Shifting my hand to her stomach, I inched down till I felt the metal tab of her jeans zipper. As I ran my tongue over the delicate curve of her ear, I slowly lowered the zipper. Feeling the brush of her cotton panties against my knuckles as the waist flaps fell open.
Pressing my hips to keep her steady, I put my hands on her hips and pushed her jeans down, unable to suppress a groan as the denim brushed my engorged cock through my suit pants. Her jeans fell to the floor. Flipping her around, I set my forearms against the door on either side of her head.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell me to fuck your ass.”
Her beautiful brown eyes pleaded with me. “I can’t.”
I pushed the tip of my tongue between her lips, tasting her before claiming her mouth. My tongue swept in and dueled with hers. Shifting my head from side to side, I devoured her. Licking, biting, and sucking at her gorgeous full lips, I knew I was being rough. I knew the bristle from my goatee would burn her sensitive skin, but I didn’t care. When I finally pulled back her lips were swollen a bright cherry red.
“Do you want me to make you, baby girl?” I reached between her legs and pushed my finger through her wet warmth deep into her body, “Is that what you want, моя крошка? Do you want me to force you down onto this bed and push my cock deep into your ass as you struggle?”
“Oh, God.”
Her knees buckled.
Catching her around the waist, I turned and tossed her onto the center of the bed. Staring down at her, I stepped out of my shoes as I unfastened my pants. When I was as naked as she was, I placed a knee on the bed between her legs. Shifting it high, I brushed against her cunt. Her head fell back as she moaned. Leaning over, I captured one ripe raspberry nipple in my mouth and sucked deep, scraping her flesh with my teeth.
Her fingernails clawed at my shoulders and upper arms. After laving her other nipple with the same brutal attention, I kissed my way over her flat abdomen to flick my tongue between her pussy lips. I loved doing this to her in the shower. Feeling the hot water rush over our bodies as I used the tip of my tongue to torture her clit.
Now I pressed my hands against her inner thighs and pushed, displaying her. Rolling my lips over the edges of my teeth, I took her clit into my mouth and punished the sensitive bundle of nerves till Emma screamed my name in release.
It was not enough for me.
Flipping her onto her stomach, I forced her to her knees. Spreading her ass cheeks, I leaned down and tongued her cunt from behind. Her shoulders collapsed onto the bed. Straightening, I rose up on my knees behind her. Using my two middle fingers, I swept over her pussy, collecting her cream. I then swiped it over her tight, puckered hole. The pale pink skin glistened with her arousal.
Emma’s cheeks tried to clench, but I held them open.
“Dimitri. Don’t! I can’t.”
Tilting my head, I softly blew on her hole, watching as it twitched and spasmed from the kiss of cool air.
“I’m a selfish bastard, Emma. I need to be your first in all things.”
And your last.
In a lifetime of cruel and depraved acts this is probably my most cruel, but I am keeping this beautiful sweet creature for my own.
Forever.
She is mine.
Had been mine from the first moment I opened my door and pulled her over the threshold into my arms.
Even though she was slick with her own arousal, I reached for the bottle of lotion. I was a big man, and I didn’t want to tear her. Pulling open the cap with my teeth, I emptied the contents into my palm.
Grasping my cock, I hissed through my teeth as the cool lotion coated my hot skin. Pumping my fist, I spread the lotion up and down the shaft and head before running my fingers over her hole.
Placing my free hand on her lower back, I pushed one finger inside.
Emma cried out. I knew it was more from shock than pain since I had already put my thumb and a butt plug up this cute ass of hers. I drove a second finger in and twisted.
Ignoring her whimpers, I shifted till my hips were closer to her bent form.
Lifting up my cock, I brushed the head against her hole. It clenched and puckered. Shifting, I pressed in, forcing the bulbous tip inside.
Emma screamed and pitched forward.
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Grasping her hips, I pulled her back into position and slipped in a few more inches.
Christ, she was tight.
“It hurts! Please, Dimitri! I can’t.”
My hands spread open her heart-shaped ass as I watched my thick shaft violate her. Watched as it slid deeper and deeper inside her body. The skin around her hole turned white as it stretched and strained to accept my girth.
Her shoulder blades tightened together as her feet kicked, shaking the bed.
Once I was halfway inside her ass, I took a deep breath and held it. Relishing this ultimate moment, before ruthlessly thrusting till her ass hit my stomach.
She tried to pitch forward, but I kept her body locked with mine. Emma clawed at the covers as she cried for mercy.
I gave her none.
Thrusting deep into her ass repeatedly, the more she struggled, the harder I fucked her.
A sheen of sweat glistened on both of our bodies as the air became thick with musk and heat. Reaching between her legs, I lightly tapped her clit with the tip of my finger, relishing how she would tighten around my cock with each caress.
“Where’s my cock, Emma?”
She whimpered.
I slapped her ass.
“Where is it?”
“In my ass,” she breathed the words heavily against the ivory bedcovers.
“You’re a dirty girl who likes it when I fuck you hard.”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck. Oh, God, Dimitri. Fuck me.”
Knowing she was close, I shifted my shoulder and leaned into my thrusts as I pushed two fingers into her cunt. I could feel my cock pounding into her through the thin muscle of the wall that separated them. Emma collapsed forward as she cried out. Her orgasm vibrated up my shaft.
Placing my hands flat on the bed on either side of her hips, her ass cheeks closed around my cock, I pushed inside her several more times before roaring my release.
Collapsing beside her, I pulled her sated body into my arms.
Kissing the top of her head, I had to catch my breath before saying, “Never tell me you are not sexy or adventurous in bed, моя крошка. Jesus, ты будешь моей смертью.”
Her breath tickled my chest hair as she asked, “What does ty budesh’ moyey smert’yu mean?” speaking what I had just said phonetically.
