Chapter 9

The ride to where his plane was waiting for them was very tense between the two. He was still fuming from the way she was baiting him.

Once inside the plane, she looked around while he spoke to the pilot. It was more like a living room than a plane. If this was a small plane, she wondered what a big one looked like.

She opened one door and was shocked to find it was a small bedroom with its own bathroom.

Coming from the room, she saw Craig and Dennis sitting at the table playing cards. Dmitry was sitting on one of the sofas, so she went and sat on the other one facing him.

“Would you care for something to drink?” he asked her, putting his phone inside his pocket.

“No, I’m fine. This is a really nice plane. Is it yours?”

“Yes, I’m glad you like it. About earlier, I’m sorry I was so rough with you. One thing you have to understand is that I will not tolerate you speaking to me that way. Whatever you do, do not do it in front of my men, or you will be punished.”

“You would beat a woman?” she asked, speaking quietly so that the two men wouldn’t hear.

“There are other ways to punish someone without raising a hand to them.”

She leaned closer, not wanting the other men to hear her. “I know you won’t hurt me. You said you would never hurt a woman.” She glanced over at the others. “I thought we were going to the island alone, so why are they here?”

“They go everywhere I do. But don’t worry, they will stay further down from where we’ll be, so you won’t even know they’re there.”

He stood up, holding out his hand for her to take. “Come with me.”

She took his hand but got nervous when she saw that he was heading to the bedroom. She stood still when he closed the door.

“I believe it is a custom to make up after having an argument,” he said, pulling her into his arms. His kiss was rough and demanding as he lowered her down onto the bed.

He placed his hand on her leg, slowly moving it up under her dress. He let out a growl that came from down deep in his throat when she started to push him away. Ending the kiss, he looked at her. His cock was hard, and he needed to be inside her. “What?”

“Please, not here.”

“Why not?”

“Your men are outside this door, and I don’t feel comfortable knowing they might hear us. It’s embarrassing,” she said, giving him the puppy-dog eyes.

As much as he wanted to ignore her, he was never one to force a woman, and he wasn’t about to start now. Getting off her, he helped her up. “I understand and will honor your wishes. I have something for you. Wait here.”

When he came back, he handed her a bag. “What’s this?” she asked, taking it from him.

“Open it and see for yourself.”

After opening the package and seeing what was inside, she looked at him. “It’s a bunch of pregnancy tests. Isn’t it a bit early for this?”

“We’ve been together for three weeks now, so it is possible you are pregnant. This way, you can check every week until you are. Were you expecting jewelry, diamonds perhaps? I never buy women’s jewelry as I am not the sentimental type.”

She rolled her eyes and placed the items back into the bag. “No, I just wasn’t expecting this.”

“Take one now,” he ordered.

“What, now?” she asked, looking at him.

“Do you have a hearing problem? Yes, now.” He sat down, motioning toward the bathroom. “Go, I will wait here for the results.”

There was no use arguing with him, so she removed one from the bag and went into the bathroom with it, closing the door behind her. She took the test and stood there, waiting.

After five minutes, she looked at it and saw it was negative. She knew he was not going to be happy, so taking it out with her, she shook her head when he looked at her.

He was not a patient man; he expected things to go his way right from the get-go. But this was the one thing he had no control over, and it frustrated him to the point that he wanted to destroy something.

Taking a deep breath, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess we’ll have to keep trying.”

They went back out and sat on the sofa; his men did not look at them when they returned. She was feeling tired, and when she could no longer keep her eyes open, she lay down and went to sleep.

He grabbed a blanket from the bedroom and covered her with it, placing a pillow under her head. He then joined his men and got in on the card game they were playing.

Dennis glanced over at her and back at Dmitry. “I hope I’m not stepping out of line, boss, but the girl, she’s so young and innocent. It’s hard to believe that her stepfather could be so cruel to someone so nice,” Dennis said, hoping he wouldn’t get into trouble with his boss.

“I agree, and I think he needs to be taught a lesson. Perhaps when we get back, you and Craig could visit him?”

Dennis smiled, knowing what Dmitry was getting at. “It will be my pleasure.”

She woke up in horror when she felt the plane jerking and called out to him, and when he went over to her, she threw her arms around his neck. “Oh my God, are we going to crash?” She had never been in a plane before and was scared to death that they were going to die.

He held her, stroking her back tenderly. “No, it is just some turbulence. It happens all the time and will stop. See, it is over,” he said, lifting her chin up to look at her.

Their eyes locked, and his lips lowered onto hers, giving her a soft kiss. Dennis and Craig looked away; they knew the boss wouldn’t want them seeing how affectionate he was being toward someone, much less a woman.

He stayed with her, holding her until the plane landed. There was a four-wheel drive parked where the plane landed, and she asked him how he got a vehicle on the island.

“I had it flown in, as I did with all the material to build the house and the furniture. We have all the modern conveniences back home, including hydro and running water. I do think you will like it here. It’s very relaxing and away from everyone.”

When they got to the house, he showed her around. She was very impressed. It had three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a large kitchen, a living room, and an outdoor pool.

He poured them both a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa to talk.

“Tell me more about you,” he said, pouring her another glass.

“There’s not much more to tell. I told you how my stepfather kept me prisoner and how I wasn’t allowed to go to school or have friends. At night, he tied me to the bed and locked the door, worried I would run away. I cooked and cleaned for him, and then he sold me to Rudy.”

“You have already told me all that. Tell me something I don’t know—your likes and dislikes.”

“I didn’t get any schooling, so I taught myself by watching TV, history channels, and anything else related to math, writing, and so on. That’s the only good thing that prick did for me—let me have a TV in my room.

“I love flowers, roses, the smell of freshly baked bread, and the feel of the sun on my face. It’s not that I got outside much—only to hang up the wash.”

She looked away from him; she didn’t like the look of pity on his face.

“Can I have some more wine?” she asked, holding out her glass to him.

He poured her more and sat back. “I’m sure your stepfather will get what’s coming to him, as will Rudy.”

“That prick, he loved to starve and beat his girls. He was always saying my breasts were too small for a stripper and said he was going to get me implants. I refused.

“I told him there was no way I would get them. He didn’t like me talking back to him, and I got one hell of a beating and went without food for three days. After that, I learned to never talk back.”

“You speak back to me.”

She looked up at him over the rim of her glass. “I knew you would never beat me, and I guess I was hoping you would let me go, but I was wrong.”

She stopped talking and looked into his eyes.

“I love your accent. Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead, and maybe I will answer it.”

“Why did you leave Russia?”

“I did not like the politics, and there was so much more opportunity here in America. The government had my father killed, so I have no use for them anymore. This is my home, where I will live and raise my son in the land of opportunity.”

Finishing her third glass, she smiled at him, leaning over and loosening his tie. “I love your accent. It’s so sexy.”

“What else do you like about me?” he asked, watching as she removed his tie, knowing she was getting a little drunk.

He rather liked this bold side of her, and when she started unbuttoning his shirt, he knew she was horny.

“I like this dark stubble on your face,” she said, touching his face. “You also have a great body, so hard and muscular.

“Just looking at you naked, I get wet and have to fight the urge not to play with myself, but then again, I would much rather have your fingers playing with me.”

“Go on, what else do you like?” He couldn’t help smiling.

“I like how you make me feel when you touch me, the way you kiss and touch me. My body feels like it’s on fire, my pussy gets so wet, and I feel this ache—a throbbing inside me.”

“What else?”

“I like when you’re inside me, and the way your cock is so big and the way you move it inside me makes me feel like I’m outside my body and in heaven. You really know how to make someone feel like a real woman,” she said, moving her hand over his chest.

The way she ran her hand down his chest, her skin felt so soft, sending little shots of heat coursing through his body.

“You have had too much to drink, and I never take advantage of a drunk woman, so you should stop what you’re doing.”

Damn, the way she was talking had him so hard, and he wanted her in the worst way.

She may be a bit drunk, but she was horny and didn’t want to stop what was sure to happen. She placed her lips on his neck and started kissing his skin while she moved her hand down to the huge bulge inside his pants.

“I want you to make love to me; don’t be gentle.”

“Do you know what you are asking? So far, I have been gentle, holding back the beast inside me—one that could fuck you so hard that you will be sore for days.”

“Don’t make love to me—fuck me.”

He lowered her down onto her back, removing his shirt. “Just remember you asked for this, so don’t be mad at me later when you see what I do to you.”

He ripped open the top of her dress, tearing the bra from her body. His member was so hard—harder than it had ever been. His mouth clamped down over one of her breasts, sucking and biting the nipple, making her cry out.

“I can’t do this here,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

There, he dropped her onto the bed, where he tore the rest of her clothes off before removing his own.

She shivered as she lay there, totally naked before him, but was anticipating what was to come as she watched him remove his pants.

Her nipple was sore from his bite, but her core was throbbing, and she could feel the wetness between her legs running down them.

The look in his eyes was that of a man possessed; she had just known she was in for the night of her life.

But what had she done? She had given him permission to let loose, to do what he wanted, and even though she should be afraid, she wasn’t; in fact, she was more turned on than ever.

She wanted him to use her, to make himself feel good, to do what he wanted, and to give her a night to remember.

Mafia or not, he was still a man and knew how to please a woman—and she wanted that woman to be her.