The man kidnapped me and believed I belonged to him. No amount of reasoning would change his mind, so why waste the energy?
“This time, for sure, you started a war.” I spoke softly, finally locking my eyes with his as my breath hitched. Amber pools were filled with desire and longing, and his fists were clenched, probably from the inability to touch me.
Dominic shrugged, not caring in the least for the consequences of his decision.
Arrogant jerk.
Sexy, smoking hot, delicious, arrogant jerk.
The man exuded an aura of dominance and danger, and everything inside me wanted to submit to him, to let him have his way with me.
His shoulder-length, dark hair emphasized his amber eyes with long lashes and his tanned skin. His bulky figure was completely covered with tattoos. I wanted to trace them with my tongue. Looking at the man filled me with images of our sweat-covered bodies entwined on white satin sheets.
Control, Rosa. Control.
My shifting uncomfortably on the seat didn't escape his notice, and a frown marred his face. “Are you all right?”
I wondered if he regretted the promise he had given me. Raising my hands, I wiggled my fingers, and asked, “Is that really necessary? I don’t know about you, but I wouldn't jump out of the plane. Even if it meant escaping your company.” His eyes narrowed, but he ignored my words and continued to sip his coffee. However, I was so freaking tired of him, my dad, and their war that I poked the bear when I probably shouldn't have. “I wish I were back in Italy though. Lorenzo sure is a much more interesting man to talk to than you.” Sighing heavily, I added dramatically, “Too bad you snatched me right before our engagement.” The last part was a lie, because although Dad kept on pushing me toward him, he never mentioned a wedding as a sure thing. Not to mention, the guy in question was scared shitless of the pakhan of the Bratva. He wouldn't dare touch me.
“Oh, shit,” Michael murmured, as Vitya shook his head at me. I didn't have much time to study their reaction though, because in a second, the sound of a glass breaking exploded throughout the small space. I shifted my focus back to Dominic and noticed the broken glass in his hand, his eyes filled with fury.
“Enough.” In one swift move, he stood up, freed my hands, unfastened my seatbelt, picked me up, and darted to the secluded cabin at the back of the plane.
With all my might, I started to hit his back. “Let me go, you crazy man.” He slapped my ass, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. Because any touch from the man stirred deep desire inside me.
Finally, he reached the room. He opened the door, closed it with his foot, and immediately pressed me against the wall. We both breathed heavily as my legs circled around his waist and my fingers laced through his hair. “You had to go and make me crazy.”
Leaning forward, I licked the seam of his lips, and he growled, opening his mouth and capturing mine with his. The kiss curled my toes as our passion collided in a soul-searching duel. With tongues entwining and his erection pressing against my core, I whimpered. Then he let go of me.
“You allowed another man to touch what’s mine.” The steel didn't leave his eyes as he ripped open my dress, giving him a perfect view of the lacy push-up bra showcasing my breasts quite nicely.
“I need to get you out of the clothes you wore forhim,”he growled, and his words snapped me out of my frenzy.
As I tugged on his hair painfully, he finally raised his eyes to look at me. “I wore them for you.” The amber of his eyes became almost black from the possessiveness that shadowed them.
His hands hiked my dress up, pushing my panties to the side, and then three of his fingers entered me as his lips latched onto my nipple. My head hit the door as pleasure and pain overpowered me.
How I missed my man and his caveman tendencies to mark what was his.
But I should probably start from the beginning and the events that led us here.
Five years ago
Rosa
“Rosa, sit down,” Sister Wanda chastised, to the snickers of the other girls, and I listened, even though I couldn't wait for the bell to ring to finally get away from this stupid class.
The Catholic school for girls that Dad had put me in sucked big time, but no matter how much I begged, he wouldn't listen.
Well, I was damn tired of this and decided to take matters into my own hands.
“Next time, do your homework,” she added, as though the humiliation she just made me experience at the board wasn't enough. “How would you be able to go to medical school if you can’t even read English literature properly?” Her eyes lovingly settled on another student. “You should take some tips from Marisa. Her speech and pace are excellent.” My teeth grated at her words. Hell would freeze over before I’d do anything to be more like Marisa, the bitch.
Yeah, I said bitch in Catholic school and felt damn good about it, even if it was only in my head.
Sister Wanda’s opinion of me meant nothing to me. She didn't understand the problem of dyslexia, and I didn't bother to point it out. I excelled in the main classes and had already gotten into medical school, with all the prerequisites met.
So both of them could suck it. I barely restrained myself from waving the acceptance letter in their faces, but in the final months of school, the last thing I needed was more problems with Marisa.
