“Sonya, please say something.”
“Sir, please sit down.”
I don't understand the commotion until Matvei is sitting in the seat beside me. I can smell his cologne and feel his warmth as he leans close, one of his hands covering mine as I clutch the armrest.
“We’re going to die.”
I’ve already made a perfect idiot out of myself in front of one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen, and now I’m putting the cherry on top by completely losing it in front of him.
Except he’s leaning closer, his thumb stroking mine in a slow, steady rhythm. “We’re not going to die. This is just turbulence.”
I screech again as the plane drops for what feels like minutes, though logically I know it’s not. Before I can register what’s happening, his hands are on my seat belt. I feel it unclick before I finally open my eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Matvei pulls me out of my seat and takes my hand, leading me down the aisle.
“Sir! Sir, you need to sit down! You’re not supposed to get up when the fasten seatbelt sign is on.”
The flight attendant follows us, her face flushed with flustered anger as she hangs on to the seatbacks through another jolt. But the red turns to ghostly white at the look Matvei sends her over his shoulder. Even I try to pull away from the terrifying mask his face becomes; he’s even more frightening than the turbulence.The look has its desired effect because the flight attendant stops chasing us. Matvei pulls me into the bathroom suite.
“Holy shit,” I say, looking around at an airplane bathroom that’s larger than the one in my apartment. “What are you?—”
When Matvei pulls me around and pins me against the back of the door, I entirely forget what I was going to say.
2
SONYA
Idon’t even have time to take a breath before Matvei is on me, his mouth hard on mine, his tongue pushing for an entrance I give him without a second’s thought.
When he’s pressed against me, surrounding me, consuming me, it’s incredibly apparent just how massive he is.
Keeping up with him feels impossible. He’s everywhere, taking me in entirely, his lips moving from my mouth to my jaw to my neck and back. One hand is braced against the door above my head, the other cupping an ass cheek and massaging it through my leggings.
“What are you doing?” I manage between frantic kisses.
Matvei draws back, his blue eyes so intense I can’t look anywhere else. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget everything but me. Unless you want to go back to panicking in your seat?”
I don’t even have to think about the answer. “Fuck no.”
He’s on me again, a primal growl escaping his throat as he lifts me with seemingly no effort and deposits me in the shower—theshower!On aplane!—before pulling my sweater off and throwing it who-knows-where. My shirt follows.
All thoughts of the luxurious bathroom are forgotten as Matvei pins me against the shower wall, his thigh moving between my legs in a way that makes heat pool in my stomach and swirl downward. His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, and he tugs them down, an amazing feat for someone who hasn’t stopped ravaging my mouth for even a second.
The feel of his leg between mine is driving me wild, and I rub against him to satisfy the throbbing need between my thighs.
His deep chuckle adds a rumble to the hum of the engines, and seconds later, his large hand replaces his thigh. “Mmm. Enjoying this, are you?” he asks, his tone that of a predator that could mean either satisfaction or imminent danger. I’m not sure which it is, especially given the wicked smile on Matvei’s face that inspires a twinge of fear as much as a deep, growing desire for him.
His eyes blaze as he cups the soft mound at the apex of my thighs, and I can’t help but moan.Shit.He’s hardly doing anything, and I feel like I’m coming undone.
Our mouths crash together again, causing desire to rage through my bloodstream, making my head spin and my heart spiral out of control. I forget about the turbulence, about the panic. I forget we’re even on an airplane, far above the frigid waters of the Atlantic. All I can feel is the warmth of this man’s body pressed against mine, the way his hands feel grasping my curves, the way his mouth feels as it claims my own—tasting, teasing, plunging—this man who makes it easy to forget that the only thing I know about him is his name.
I’m going to go wild for once. Being a good girl only got me dumped by an asshole. This beast of a man wants me in this moment, and I’m going tocarpethe hell out of thisdiemright here and now.
I let my tempestuous side come out, the one that stays deeply hidden, emerging only to protect my clients. Right now, though, it wants more of what this man is giving. I curl my fingers into his hair and tug as I rake my nails against his skin. Our inner beasts answer one another, driving each other to higher heights of desperation. Before I know it, my panties join my leggings around my ankles, and without any prelude, Matvei slides a finger into me.
I cry out and hope no one in the cabin can hear me, a worry that’s forgotten in the next moment as a second finger joins the first. Matvei drives in and out, causing me to whimper like a girl who’s having sex for the first time.
