Chapter 2
SONYA
Idon’t even have time to take a breath before Matvei is on me, his mouth hard on mine, his tongue pushing for an entrance I give him without a second’s thought.
When he’s pressed against me, surrounding me, consuming me, it’s incredibly apparent just how massive he is.
Keeping up with him feels impossible. He’s everywhere, taking me in entirely, his lips moving from my mouth to my jaw to my neck and back. One hand is braced against the door above my head, the other cupping an ass cheek and massaging it through my leggings.
“What are you doing?” I manage between frantic kisses.
Matvei draws back, his blue eyes so intense I can’t look anywhere else. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget everything but me. Unless you want to go back to panicking in your seat?”
I don’t even have to think about the answer. “Fuck no.”
He’s on me again, a primal growl escaping his throat as he lifts me with seemingly no effort and deposits me in the shower—the shower! On a plane! —before pulling my sweater off and throwing it who-knows-where. My shirt follows.
All thoughts of the luxurious bathroom are forgotten as Matvei pins me against the shower wall, his thigh moving between my legs in a way that makes heat pool in my stomach and swirl downward.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, and he tugs them down, an amazing feat for someone who hasn’t stopped ravaging my mouth for even a second.
The feel of his leg between mine is driving me wild, and I rub against him to satisfy the throbbing need between my thighs.
His deep chuckle adds a rumble to the hum of the engines, and seconds later, his large hand replaces his thigh.
“Mmm. Enjoying this, are you?” he asks, his tone that of a predator that could mean either satisfaction or imminent danger.
I’m not sure which it is, especially given the wicked smile on Matvei’s face that inspires a twinge of fear as much as a deep, growing desire for him.
His eyes blaze as he cups the soft mound at the apex of my thighs, and I can’t help but moan. Shit. He’s hardly doing anything, and I feel like I’m coming undone.
Our mouths crash together again, causing desire to rage through my bloodstream, making my head spin and my heart spiral out of control.
I forget about the turbulence, about the panic.
I forget we’re even on an airplane, far above the frigid waters of the Atlantic.
All I can feel is the warmth of this man’s body pressed against mine, the way his hands feel grasping my curves, the way his mouth feels as it claims my own—tasting, teasing, plunging—this man who makes it easy to forget that the only thing I know about him is his name.
I’m going to go wild for once. Being a good girl only got me dumped by an asshole. This beast of a man wants me in this moment, and I’m going to carpe the hell out of this diem right here and now.
I let my tempestuous side come out, the one that stays deeply hidden, emerging only to protect my clients.
Right now, though, it wants more of what this man is giving.
I curl my fingers into his hair and tug as I rake my nails against his skin.
Our inner beasts answer one another, driving each other to higher heights of desperation.
Before I know it, my panties join my leggings around my ankles, and without any prelude, Matvei slides a finger into me.
I cry out and hope no one in the cabin can hear me, a worry that’s forgotten in the next moment as a second finger joins the first. Matvei drives in and out, causing me to whimper like a girl who’s having sex for the first time.
I claw at him, frantically seeking his mouth, his skin, hanging on to him as he drives my body to heights that make every muscle tense and flush with heat.
One rub of his thumb against my clit and I come undone—muffling my cry in his shoulder as I shiver and shake around his fingers, his heady, masculine scent of patchouli and cardamom enveloping me.
Without warning, Matvei withdraws his fingers and flips me around. The sound of his belt hitting the floor is followed by a zipper being pulled down. Suddenly, hard warmth is pressed against my ass.
I groan at how good he feels against me, teasing me until I wiggle and push back against him, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, biting my lower lip and dragging my teeth along it.
“Is that what you want?” Matvei hums against the back of my neck before nipping the skin there. “For me to fuck you until you forget?”
“Yes please,” I gasp. “Fuck me until I forget everything.”
Did those words really just come out of my mouth?
“Your wish is my command.”
Matvei slides into me. He’s big, bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and it takes me a moment of exquisite agony to adjust to him. Every movement, every thrust, makes me want to cry out as it rakes against the nerves going haywire.
Nothing in the way this man takes me is gentle, but it isn’t like it’s romantic lovemaking.
This is a stranger, screwing my brains out in an airplane bathroom.
He slams into me again and again, making me forget my terror.
His hand is fisted in my hair, his teeth at the back of my neck, and he’s whispering something in Russian in my ear.
I don’t know what it is, but I can only assume it’s absolutely filthy.
The heat within me grows, my breath hitching as I try to muffle the noises I’m making. He fills me, blotting out everything else in the world except his breath on the back of my neck and the feel of him moving inside me.
He jerks my head around as one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had dots my vision with white, his mouth clamping on mine to absorb my scream, his tongue raking the inside as he continues to pump into me with ever wilder strokes.
I can feel his muscles strain against me as he comes, his head dropping to my shoulder as he swallows his own groans of pleasure.
We stand there for a few moments more, still connected, still breathing hard, the hum of the plane’s engines all around us.
When Matvei pulls out, I bite back a whimper as his warmth leaves me.
My ears are ringing and I feel entirely disheveled, even as the afterglow of the orgasm he gave me continues in waves.
Matvei nips my ear, and I gasp when he says, “I want you to come with me to my hotel. I want more of you.” He pulls back just enough so when his blue eyes meet mine, I’m entirely lost in their cerulean depths. “Will you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, taking not even a moment to reply; only then does Matvei let me go.
I want more of this. God, I want so much more of this.
We both clean up and dress. Matvei leads me back to my seat, and he takes the second seat. He orders a meal for two from the flight attendant, who looks at us with pursed lips.
“She’s fine now,” he says pleasantly, and I swear she rolls her eyes as she turns away.
I should be mortified, but instead, I giggle. Matvei’s smile is playful and enigmatic, and I feel my stomach tighten as I think about what we just did.
When the flight attendant brings us more champagne and the food Matvei ordered, I’m still floating. Everything tastes better. Is it because world-class chefs prepared the food? Or is it because this incredibly sexy man just gave me the best orgasm of my life in an airplane shower?
I have no idea, but I’m going with it. I wanted a trip to forget my ex, and it looks like I’m getting exactly that.