When I looked up, Ion stood, his brows pinched, and his hands clenched, glaring at Cezar.
Nicu came out of nowhere from the front of the plane. “I have instructed the captain that if he doesn't want to lose a finger, he will inform us when there might be turbulence.” His tone held a hint of rage, and it took me a moment to realize they all cared for me in their own way.
“Sure. Laying down sounds nice.” I let Cezar help me up, and we walked towards the back. Trying to stop when we got to the couch, he tugged me forward.
“Not there, silly.” He booped my nose, “That’s as comfortable as nails in your eyeballs.” He lifted a brow and chuckled at me like I was the absurd one. Directing to the door in the back, he said, “We’re going to give you a big fluffy cloud.”
He opened the door, and it looked like a suite from a hotel. Everything you could need from a bedroom and a large king-size bed in the center. He pulled me towards it, patting the bed, and nodded to himself. “Fluffy like a cloud.”
Sitting on the bed, he told me there was a bathroom behind me and that he would come to check up on me soon before he left. Laying down, I tried to fall asleep, close my eyes, and count. Visions of wolves in a forest chasing me plagued my mind, and I kept thinking about my fate once we landed.
Would he kill me right away or draw it out? I think if he saw even the slightest bit of resistance from his sons, he would slit my throat right in front of them, making sure they understood that he was in control of their lives. My face tightened, veins filling with rage at this faceless man I hated.
Then add in that I just couldn't get comfortable with this damn shoulder pain. My mind and body both made it impossible for me to relax. Throwing my fist down on the bed, I groaned out, “Aargh!”
“Are the sleep bugs not helping you? I heard if you get them drunk, they’ll burrow in your mind better.” I wasn't even surprised anymore. My head lulled to the side to see him leaning against the wall in the dark.
“It's not the sleep bugs.” I huffed, “It's this damn shoulder and…nerves, I think.” I didn't want to tell him I was thinking about what his father would do to me. He would just say he wouldn't let him, and I knew some things could be out of your control.
While all of them seemed to hate their father and despise what he did to them, deep down, they thought he was right. They still follow his orders, even if they do it reluctantly. It's something he has ingrained in them from a very young age. It was smart yet evil, a way to control them even if they weren't at his side. This need to prove their worth to him which drives their strength. It will take something drastic, something earth-shattering to break them of that, for them to gather their strength and go against him.
He kicked off the wall and whispered, “That's a good idea, Cal. Finally, your perverted suggestions are helpful.”
Did Cal make a lot of perverted suggestions?If so, I was now intrigued. Sometimes, he made me wish I could also hear his voice.
Stalking up to the bed, he crawled on all fours to me, hovering over my head, and licked his lips. “You know,” his lust-filled gaze carved its way down my body, and the pounding of my own heart was so loud I thought he could hear it. “There is another way to get you to sleep. Another way,” he bent over, his lips brushed against mine with a feather's pressure, “to make you forget about the pain. To dull all your other senses.”
His inky fingers walked their way to the waistband of my pants, hooking his finger underneath the fabric as he ran it across my waist. Focusing on his emerald eyes, I gasped, “I want that. I want the pain in my shoulder to dull so much I don't feel it. I want my mind so jumbled that I can't think.”
Like I had made a deal with a demon, his sinister smile made a chill run down my spine, and a small voice inside scolded me, telling me I just gave this psycho the reins to do whatever he wanted, and who knows what was going on up there.
He dove right in, sealing the demon deal with a kiss that rocked me to my toes. Moaning against his mouth, he broke the seam with his tongue, stealing that moan for himself. His wicked fingers flicked open my pants, and in one yank from the back, he tugged them down to my thighs.
Breaking the kiss, he cooed, “Now remember, I get to play director, remember.”
I nodded, agreeing to anything he said, when two fingers bottomed out inside of me, and I fisted the sheets beside me with my good arm, trying to hold on for dear life. Staring down at me from above, he pumped his fingers in and out, watching me like he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t bother with anything else but watching me squirm. It was a good start, but my shoulder twinged in pain as I pressed my back into the bed. I needed more.
Like he could hear my thoughts, he moved his thumb against my clit, and he rubbed in time with his other two fingers, making my eyes roll back into my head. I wanted more; I went to split open my thighs when they wouldn't budge. Raising my head, I saw my problem and tried to scoot to get them off.
Cezar withdrew his fingers, and I moaned until he tore off his shirt, revealing all those inky muscles that made my mouth water. I wanted to lick the ridges of his muscles and see what made him quake. Where it was that made his breath quicken and his body twitch. Maybe that was why he liked watching me so much.
Flicking the button of his pants but not removing them, he grabbed my pants in one hand, lifting my legs, my whole ass and pussy on display. “This is the kind of sight I would kill for.” Running one finger lightly from clit to core. My pussy clenched in response like it called for those fingers to return and do the job. Then he smacked my pussy, the sharp pain making me gasp until his lips kissed away the sting. His hot wet tongue swiped against me, in me, circling my clit, all while he held up my legs by my pants. With a bum shoulder, I was completely under his control.
“Fuck.” His breath brushed against my curls. “I want to spend the entire flight branding every inch of this body, but a deal is a deal.” He paused, not doing anything, and with my legs up in the air blocking my view, I didn't know what he was doing. Second, by agonizing second, the anticipation of what he was planning to do built up, causing my body to ache with need.
Bursting into action, he ripped my pants off my legs, and my legs fell apart, settling on each shoulder. Lifting my ass, pain bloomed from my shoulder. I winced, and he winked at me, “A little pain for a lot of pleasure. I promise, my Zia. This is just the beginning. I have to prepare you for all the crazy things in my head.” He blew against my pulsing center, and the thoughts of pain melted away. He continued his torture, always getting close, but just not enough.
I bit my lips to keep myself from begging, but it was no use when my hips kept thrusting forward in desperation.
“I need to hear it. I need to hear you beg me with that voice calling me from across the graveyard.” His eyes dragged from my center up my body, finally connecting with my eyes. Those wanton jeweled eyes sparked for me, demanding I heard his call. Telling me I wouldn't regret it.
“I want you, Cezar.”
He licked his lips; those eyes darkened like a beast looking at prey. “More.”
Running his nose up and down my thighs, kissing, nibbling them as they quaked, reminding me what I was missing if I didn't do what he asked. “Please. Please, Cezar.” His hands cupped the bottom of my ass, pulling me apart so my sex was on full display. The cool air hit, making my eyes flutter—so close to losing my mind.
“More. Louder. Tell me what you want.”
