Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
She winked and then sashayed away.
Nikolay stood there for a second before following after her.
“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, worried.
Maddie chuckled. “Babe, she is definitely going to be okay. She just won’t be able to walk for days.”
When realization finally dawned to me, my eyes widened, and I had to hide my smile behind my hand.
Could this day get any better? I didn’t think so.
Chapter 40
As I seated myself on the plane, I looked at Alessio curiously. It was his private jet, although I wondered why we were taking it.
“Last time we went by car,” I said.
He nodded. “I needed to make a few stops on the way. But tonight, we don’t. The jet is faster. We’ll be there in about three hours.”
I nodded in understanding and settled against the plush couch. Alessio took the seat in front of me, surprisingly. He spread his legs, pushing them forward and caging mine between his.
We were both quiet as the jet took off. My gaze moved to the small window, staring outside. I could feel Alessio’s stare burning into my skin.
After a few minutes of silence, I swallowed nervously and looked back at Alessio.
His eyes were intense and dark with needs. My skin felt warm, my heart accelerating under his gaze.
Anxious and waiting for a reaction, I played with the hem of my dress, but Alessio was completely in his element.
The air around him crackled with dominance as he sat back, a small smirk on his lips.
He watched me lick my lips and swallow against the ball of nervousness. His eyes tracked my every movement, like a predator hunting his prey.
I hated to admit that I grew wet, his stare alone making me excited. I squeezed my legs together trying to stop the tingling between them.
He smirked like he knew the affect he had on me.
“Lift your dress up,” he finally demanded.
My mouth dropped open before snapping closed. I shook my head in denial.
“Alessio,” I hissed, glancing toward the door that separated us from the cabin crew. “They will…”
He cocked his head to the side, waiting for me to finish. When I didn’t, he lifted the phone up, the one beside him.
He punched in something and then brought the phone to his ear. With his gaze still on mine, Alessio spoke. His voice low and deep, husky even.
“I don’t want anyone coming into the cabin until I call them specifically.”
He listened to the other person talk and then smiled, dangerously I should say. “Oh, I will definitely be enjoying my flight.”
My eyes widened as he hung up. He did not just say that!
“Now, will you lift your dress up and bare your pussy to me, Ayla?” he asked again, raising an eyebrow.
I gasped, my heart stammering.
“Or should I do it for you, kitten?” he continued.
Shaking my head, I held onto the hem of my lace dress. He waited, yet I still couldn’t move.
“Kitten,” he warned, leaning forward.
With shaky hands, I slowly hitched my dress up over my thighs and then my hips.
My breathing increased, my heart running wild.
“Does it make you wet, knowing what I am about to do with you?” he asked, his eyes still on my face.
I swallowed and made a soft noise at the back of my throat. It was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
Finally, his gaze traveled down to my neck, my chest, and then between my legs. I still had my lace underwear hiding me from his view.
He tsked with a shake of his head. “Remove your panties, Ayla. I want to see your wet pussy,” he murmured roughly.
I was unable to say no. His words were enough to drive me over the edge. Slowly, I pushed my panties down my legs.
Alessio placed his hand out, and I handed them to him. He stuffed them into his pocket, and I could only stare with wide eyes.
“Spread your legs, kitten.”
I spread them without any complaints. “Look at you…you are weeping for me. I can see how wet you are from here.”
“Alessio,” I moaned, trying to squeeze my legs together.
He stopped me, pushing his legs between mine, forcing my thighs open.
“Look at yourself,” he demanded.
My head snapped down, and I licked my lips, trying to calm my breathing.
“Beautiful,” he said gruffly. “So fucking beautiful.”
“I want you to place one foot over the armrest,” he ordered.
I straightened, glancing toward the door. “I won’t repeat myself, kitten. They won’t come out. Not until I ask them to.”
I nodded slowly, my cheeks heating. There was denying that I was bright red.
Alessio was dominant in bed but never like this.
Clenching my eyes closed, I felt myself dripping between my thighs. My chest tightened as I lifted my leg up and placed a foot on the armrest.
I was completely open to his lustful eyes.
“Open your eyes. Look at me, kitten.”