Chapter 28
ISABELLA
He locked me in the bedroom of the plane.
Right when the car stopped in front of the entrance of the plane, I opened the door and started running.
Slade caught me immediately, so I didn’t even have any sort of chance at escaping. He held me as he got on board and took me straight to the bedroom and locked me in here.
I’d been banging on the door for a good twenty minutes as the plane took off before I gave up and just laid down on the bed.
I have so many questions and complaints for Slade but I’m sure he doesn’t care.
I should have ratted his ass out to the detectives but as Slade said, he would have been out of jail the next day.
So that tells me that he is a powerful person with a lot of money.
I knew he had money because of the apartment, his clothes, his watches, Niko, and other signs.
I just didn’t know how rich he was. But now that we are sitting in, I’m assuming his plane, and he is ordering everyone around, he is loaded.
I hear the door unlocking, making me sit up in bed. Slade walks through the door with a glass of water. “Are you calm?”
He sets the water down on the small table inside the room. “I don’t like you.” I glare at him.
“Lying isn’t good, Isabella,” he says while leaning against the table and crossing his arms, making his biceps bulge.
“All you’ve done is lie to me, Slade!” I yell.
“We have a lot to talk about. I know that. I just needed to get you out of New York.”
“Why won’t you let me go? I won’t say anything if you just let me go, Slade.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t do that Isabella.”
“Why not?” I ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
He walks towards the bed.
Once he’s right in front of me he tilts my chin up, stroking his thumb along my jaw. “Because you’re mine.”
“Stop saying that.” I move my face away from him, but his hand grabs my throat and pulls me up until his face is right in front of mine.
“I’m not going to stop, just because you can’t accept it, Isabella. You’re mine. I’ve claimed this body over twenty times in less than a month already. So if I want to have you, I’ll fucking take you,” Slade says before his lips fall on mine.
He presses me against him with his hand on my throat, squeezing it every so often so that I know he’s controlling me and this thing between us.
The spot between my legs pulses without my control.
God I fucking hate him.
“You won’t be able to keep me forever, Slade.”
“Watch me,” he says before pushing me onto the bed. Slade gets in between my legs and I can’t even protest because his lips are on mine again as he holds himself above me.
He presses his hips into mine and I can’t help but grind into him.
He groans in my mouth and grinds back against me.
Electric shocks zap where our lips meet and I feel him stealing all of my oxygen, just taking and taking until I’m left with nothing.
Slade is commanding and everything in my body says I should stay away from him, but then when he puts his hands on me, I can’t help but melt into his hold.
His hand slides inside my pants, his fingers running up and down my underwear. He trails his kisses down my neck and moves my shirt up so that his lips can pepper kisses along my skin.
His teeth graze my nipple and I gasp, squeezing my eyes while he massages my boob with his lips, licking my nipple with his tongue before biting on it again.
Every time he sends a small bite or suck to my breast, there is a zap of pleasure in my pussy making me grind against his hand which he uses to rub me through my underwear.
He’s teasing me.
He pulls my underwear back and then lets it hit me. “Oh, Slade!” He leans up and covers my mouth with his.
“I don’t want them to hear you. I don’t want anyone on this plane to know how you sound.”
As he kisses me, he starts to slide my pants down my hips, disconnecting our lips just so he can pull them all the way off and throw them on the floor.
He spreads my legs with his hands, holding them down to the bed as he looks at my glistening pussy. I feel so wet and ready. All I want him to do is shove his fingers inside me so I don’t have to think.
It’s wrong but my body craves him.
He gives me one glance before he leans down and spits on my pussy.
I moan and throw my head back against the pillow. “Oh my god, Slade!”
Slade stares up at me with hooded eyes as he licks me and thrusts his tongue inside me. “Eto moya kiska, da?” he says while he licks from my back hole all the way to the hood of my clit. I try to close my legs but Slade doesn’t let me. “Otvet'te mne.” Slade’s finger slides inside me slowly.
“Oh! Slade! Yes! Yes!” I arch my back off the bed and my hands land on his hair, pulling him closer as I practically ride his face.
He thrusts his finger in and out of me while rubbing my clit along his tongue. I moan while he grunts in response, sending a vibration between my legs.
Slade sucks and licks every spot, his finger thrusting in and out of me at a fast pace.
I clench on his fingers tightly and I pull him closer, trying to get more as my release is coming.
“Slade. Please!” I beg, needing to cum already.
He lifts his head to look at me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I stare at him, figuring out if I want to give this asshole the satisfaction of making me cum.
After all he’s done to me in the past two days, and somehow I just keep letting him do whatever he wants. I should be scared, not wanting him to touch me for however long he can.
“Tell me you’re mine or I’ll take my fingers out and edge you every single day until you admit it,” he warns.
I’m about to tell him to fuck off but he comes up from between my legs and his face is in front of mine. His fingers are sliding, thrusting inside me slowly, enough to bring me to the edge but not enough to cum.
“Skazhi, chto ty moy,” he begs, his lips hovering over mine.
I glare at him. “Fuck you.”
Slade smirks and nods before pressing his thumb on my clit, my walls tighten around his fingers before he pulls them out.
I scream and tears run down my face from the sudden loss. “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He comes up on top of me and hovers his face over mine. “You and I are gonna have a lot of fun in Russia.”