Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Clearly, my being a woman of gentle birth had done nothing to stop him from manhandling me so far.
The man spanked me.
Spanked me!
A cold sweat broke out over my brow as I realized there was nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide.
The stewardess had already made it very clear she was there to do whatever Marksen bid.
There was no reason to believe the pilot would be any different.
Trying to stop the shaking in my hands, I stumbled backward when he stepped toward me. He grabbed my arm to steady me and then lifted his other.
For the first time in my life, I was afraid someone was going to physically strike me in the face.
I was a wealthy heiress and businesswoman.
We didn’t fight with our fists.
We used lawyers for that kind of thing.
If we had to get our hands dirty, we slung mud of the metaphorical kind. A catty word here, a salacious rumor there, never striking each other physically. It was barbaric and best left to the women fighting over toothless men on daytime television.
I shrank from his grasp, bracing myself for a backhanded slap or worse … when he picked me up and deposited me on another chair. I swallowed a hiss of pain when my sore bottom connected with the firm seat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his punishment affected me.
He then grabbed the seat belt and buckled me in, tightening it as much as possible.
Before standing up straight, he snatched my chin and forced me to meet his eyes.
“Keep your ass in this seat and behave. I won’t warn you again.” He lingered, his face only inches from mine.
His breath was warm on my lips as he talked, and I wondered if he was going to kiss me again.
I shouldn’t have wanted him to.
He was deplorable.
The only thing I should have wanted from him was an apology after he returned me to my family.
Still, I was staring at his lips, pinker than they were before, wondering what they would feel like in a gentler kiss or ghosting over my skin.
If he had kissed me in a different circumstance, would it have been so explosive?
Would I have still enjoyed it?
How long did it take for Stockholm syndrome to kick in?
Was that what this was? It was the only explanation I could think of.
He abducted me, and now I was picturing his mouth against my skin.
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I turned my head, pulling it from his grip.
He didn’t get to see my blush or know the thoughts that ran through my head.
I had been embarrassed enough for a single night.
He let me go and stormed off to somewhere toward the back of the plane.
I didn’t know if he sat behind me or if there was a bedroom in the back.
I refused to look.
A moment after he stormed off, the stewardess went running after him, shooting me a triumphant look. God only knew what she was gloating about or what she was going to do for him.
It was none of my business.
There was absolutely no way the unsettled feeling in my stomach was jealousy.
That was impossible. She could suck his cock like she was auditioning to be his future wife for all I cared. He meant nothing to me. Less than nothing.
The fact that he was twisting his fingers in another woman’s hair as he took control and pressed the back of her head closer to his hips, that he was pushing his shaft down her throat until her eyes filled with tears and her lungs were on fire from lack of oxygen while the deep, strangely arousing satisfaction that came from submitting to a powerful man caused a powerful surge of electricity between her legs, didn’t bother me the least tiniest bit. Nope. Not at all.
I adjusted my position in my seat, crushing my thighs together, tormented by lingering flashes of arousal.
Curling my fingers in the fabric of my dress, I forced myself to focus.
He said the flight was only an hour. That meant we weren’t leaving the United States. I knew a jet like this had the fuel capacity to take us almost anywhere in the world. My family had a similar one, and I often used it to go on summer weekend trips to Ibiza, and to Paris in the spring.
This jet was about the same size as ours and the layout was similar, with a few sofas for lounging mid-flight and overstuffed leather bucket seats equipped with seat belts for takeoff and landing.
Ours had a bedroom and a full bath in the very back. It was great for those long flights. I could catch a full night’s sleep and a shower so when I landed, I was refreshed and able to start my morning right in a different time zone.