Chapter 4
Vivian
What kind of woman would be annoyed when a sexy man kissed her?
I couldn’t think of one. If my best friend, any of the women I worked with, or my cousin had been on the receiving end of the heated, explosive passion, they would swoon and fall prey to the man’s hunger for control.
But I really wasn’t the little lamb that Kirill had insisted I was. In fact, if the situation were typical and this occurred in a bar or anywhere else, I would likely respond by slapping him.
However, I was too stunned to react at first, other than to wrap my arm around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair. Which, if I were honest with myself, was something I’d thought of doing more than once.
He took his time, his dominating obsession clear while keeping his hold on me secure. The first time he pulled away, his teeth teased my bottom lip, biting until I shivered in his hold.
But he wasn’t finished with me just yet, consuming my mouth as if a thirsty man rescued from the desert. I was thrown by the all-consuming electricity, which boosted the excitement. The pheromones coursing through me were running wild, both my pussy and core throbbing with incessant need.
With a single shift on his lap, I was made aware of how sinful his cravings were. His cock was rock hard, pushing through the thin material of his trousers. I could feel the pulse even with the plane’s vibrations.
I brushed the flat of my hand up his chest from his abdomen, shocked at the number of indentations my fingers crossed. He was built like no other man, sculpted in all the right places.
With his tongue dominating mine, I was driven straight into the fantasy I’d hoped would take me away from the mental torment.
When he finally allowed me to catch my breath, he kept our lips close, taking the time to lightly touch my face with the rough pads of his fingers.
I could tell underneath the expensive clothing that not only was he a powerful man, he was also rugged, easily able to handle any physical activity tossed his way.
But right now, he was so tender I was still captured in the moment, trembling but for an entirely different reason.
At this point, there was no need for words, no desire to break the moment shared. He was proving a point about never following rules, even as the flight attendant was providing instructions should the plane experience any trouble.
I was barely paying attention, more interested in learning every inch of his face.
Being so close, it felt as if we’d known each other for much longer.
Neither one of us spoke and as he continued exploring my face, I rubbed my hand up and down his arm, squeezing his muscles.
It seemed as if every inch was rock hard.
My wicked mind allowed me to envision his cock. I could only imagine what a creation of beauty.
Using his thumb, he lifted my head, which was when I noticed his heavier breathing.
He dragged his tongue along the edge of my jaw, taking his time moving from one side to the other.
At this point, I was able to block out almost all thoughts, certainly every noise around us.
He continued exploring, the tip of his tongue traveling down the side of my neck.
When he suckled on the skin over my pulse, I gripped his shirt, twisting my hands around the crisp material.
Another moment where fantasy was much better than reality. The second he slipped his hand to the back of my head, fisting a handful of hair and ripping my head back, I gasped.
With my eyes searching his, I was torn between feeling shock at his roughness and longing to beg him for more.
His chest heaved as he darted his eyes back and forth across mine.
Very slowly, a smile curled across his lips, the man lowering his gaze when I slipped my finger between buttonholes.
The touch of his skin seared mine, causing a slight gasp that had nothing to do with fear.
This time as he captured my mouth, I was more of the aggressor, plunging my tongue inside. The taste of him was intoxicating, enough so I could easily do this for half the flight.
Peppermint and wine, and another taste that I couldn’t identify but it would be great fun to spend the flight trying. He kept his hold around my strands of hair, refusing to let me go.
I shifted on his lap, teasing him in the same way he’d done with words. Only I was a woman of action.
The kiss became almost frantic when I sucked on his tongue. I sensed his surprise, but in what I was doing given I’d been a sniveling mess moments before and I’d shown no sign of taking control earlier.
I had a feeling the thrill was short lived as he consumed my mouth.
Just when I thought he’d managed to drag the fear away, the plane lurched again, vibrating violently.
I jerked away, breaking his hold and kneading his chest like a cat would do. With a snap of my head, I glared out the window, expecting to see fighter pilots chasing us or alien vessels. I couldn’t stop shaking and even though his touch was warm, I was freezing.
“We’re fine,” he murmured, his accent seemingly heavier.
“Not fine enough. The plane dropped. We’re losing altitude. We could crash.” While the words were said calmly, inside I was anything but.
He didn’t try to calm me down the way he’d done before. He didn’t even try to appease me with alcohol.
No, his true personality appeared, dominating as I’d believed.
Even as he lifted me off his lap, I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Hearing the ridiculous sound of my voice was something I hoped never to experience again.
“Trust me. Just take my hand.”
I was given no choice. His grasp was firm, his hand warm, and as soon as he pulled me out of the pod, a flight attendant approached. There were no words exchanged, although it was clear on her face she was highly annoyed.
In being pulled along, I was floating on some crazy cloud nine from the kiss. My lips were swollen from the beautiful abuse, my pulse racing. He certainly knew how to turn a girl on, and how to make me forget about all the movies I’d seen involving plane crashes.
Since I knew next to nothing about Kirill, I had no idea about what he was planning or maybe my mind was too muddled to make sense of anything.
“Sir. You need to get back to your seat,” the flight attendant finally said, as if just now finding her voice around the powerful man.
As expected, he paid no attention. He threw open the lavatory door, pushing me gently inside.
“What is going on?” I asked, immediately spinning around to face him while he closed and latched the door.
And the evil dark smile crossing his face was the only statement I needed.
“Oh, no, you are not,” I murmured, even trying to push past him.
While the space was small, there was just enough room for the two of us to move around.
Which was why when he placed his hands on either side of me, there was still plenty of space for him to lower his head, teasing me with the full weight of his body.
I was pinned against the counter, force to either comply or scream.
Those were the only two options.
“What are we doing?” I managed, although I was breathless, already debating how I’d feel when this was over.
“You mean what am I planning on doing.” He was studying me both in the reflection of the mirror and directly.
I could already tell he was undressing me with his eyes. “Okay, what are you doing?”
In response, he slipped his hand under my skirt, sliding the same rough pads of his fingers that had been so tender before along the outside of my bare leg. This time, his grasp held more purpose, the tips crawling ever so slowly across my skin.
A single moan slipped past my lips, unexpected and more like a purr than the sound offered before. He smiled in response and slid his hand between my legs.
My thoughts were all over the place, including how I’d decided that morning to wear one of the new outfits my sister had purchased on the plane. Now it felt like an impetuous decision, although it allowed him much easier access to full realization of how wet I’d already become.
He leaned in, ready to whisper in my ear as if fearful someone else on the flight could overhear us. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard, which is exactly what you need and want.”
There was utter confidence in his statement and even as he pulled away so I could look him in the eyes, his hand was cupping my wetness.
The lace was soaked and when he pressed his fingers past my swollen folds, I gripped both his arms. “We can’t.”
“Yes,” he said slowly. Purposely. “We can and we will.”
There was already one knock on the door, which was ignored.
By both of us.
As soon as he grasped the edge of my thong, I reached for his belt. I could feel a smile widening on my face as the hunger deep within exploded.
Almost immediately we were frantic, both panting given the confined space that would soon be overheated. He yanked at my panties, easily ripping them down my legs with my help. A laugh bubbled to the surface as I struggled with yanking the thick piece of leather from his belt buckle.
He pulled the lace to his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath and I momentarily froze. His nostrils flared and with his eyes closed, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
But when he fixed his gaze on me once again, there was no doubt what he had on his mind.
I wasn’t paying much attention to what I was doing, enjoying studying him the way he was doing with me.
There was such fire in his eyes that I was shocked at the level of unbridled desire.
He must have deliriously hot women all the time.
I knew I was just a number, a participant in the mile high club.
But I just didn’t care.
As soon as I unzipped his fly, he lifted his head, delighted that I was fighting to free his cock. I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes. Once I pulled his dick free, I gasped then bit my lip to keep from making noise.