I let out a surprised yelp as he threw me over his shoulder. The world inverted. The plush carpet of the cabin rushed past my face, the scent of leather and cologne filling my senses.
Fuck.
This was really happening.
He didn’t carry me far. Down the narrow aisle, past the plush leather seats, to a door at the rear of the plane. He kicked it open with his foot.
The bedroom was small but still lavish. A king-sized bed dominated the space, dressed in cream-colored sheets that looked like liquid silk. A single window revealed a canvas of blue sky and white pillow-y clouds and a desert landscape down below.
He dropped me onto the bed. I bounced once and then I scrambled to sit up, pushing my hair out of my face, more than ready to deliver a scathing retort, but there wasn’t time.
He was already on me.
He followed me down, caging me with his body, one knee pressing between my thighs. His weight was a solid, intimidating presence, the heat of him searing through the fabric of my shirt. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs.
The stewardess returned, a timid knock on the open door. She held out a small, neatly folded pile of dark silk ties, her gaze fixed somewhere over Andrei’s shoulder. “Sir?”
He didn’t even look at her. He held out a hand, not taking his eyes off me as she handed them to him. “Thank you. That is all.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
He tossed the ties onto the pillow beside my head, four pristine strips of black silk, dark against the pale linen of the bed.
“I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” he snarled.
My heart hammered in my chest. “You think you can?”
He smiled, his expression turning wicked. “I know I can.”
Then he did something I didn’t expect.
He pushed himself off me, rising to his knees on the end of the bed. I swallowed, hesitantly thinking that it was over, but it wasn’t.
Not by a long shot.
He gestured with one finger. “Come here.”
Not a request. A command.
I hesitated for half a second, the old defiance flaring. But there was a dark promise of pleasure and pain in his eyes that I found impossible to resist. I pushed myself up and crawled over to him.
He didn’t give me a chance to breathe.
His hands shot out, and in one fluid, controlled movement, he pushed me down. I landed with a soft oomph, face down on the cool sheets, the world tilting again.
Before I could even think to push myself up, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and panties. The soft fabric dragged down my cheeks as he bared me. Heat bloomed across my face at my sudden nakedness.
His breathing faltered behind me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, the word a rough caress all on its own.
Then his hand came down.
Not a slap. A spank. The sound echoed in the quiet cabin. A jolt of pure, electric fire shot through me, so intense it stole mybreath away. My hips bucked against the bed, a shocked gasp tearing from my throat.
Before I could process it, the second one landed on the other cheek.
Another crack. Another bloom of heat.
