Page 92 of Brutal Heir

And there was no fucking way I was coming before her.

I rocked my hips against her pelvic bone with a slow, driving pulse as I thrust into her with deep, long strokes. As I ran my tongue up the slim column of her neck, tasting the salty tang of her sweat, I moved my hand between us to press the pad of my thumb just above her clit. Not enough to stimulate her to a fast release, but just enough to increase her pleasure.

Her body jerked beneath me, her movements raw and instinctive.

Sensing her need, I flipped us, forcing her to straddle me.

My fingers tangled in the thick waves of hair that fell down her back as I grasped her hip with my other hand.

Her palms pressed against my chest.

I caught the glimmer in her gaze and smirked.

“Go ahead,” I rasped. “Hurt me back.”

Her blue eyes burned with challenge as she twisted her fingers into my chest hair and pulled hard.

The sharp sting shot straight to my core, fueling my need.

I thrust upward, impaling her, and her mouth opened on a silent scream.

Just then, the engines of the plane roared to life.

Her head turned sharply. “Sebastian, what’s happening?”

I tugged her hair, drawing her attention back. “Eyes on me.”

“Oh my God, is the plane moving?”

The buildings outside the small windows blurred as the plane taxied down the runway.

Her eyes narrowed. “You bastard!”

The heels of her palms pressed against my rib cage as she attempted to lift her hips and climb off me. That wasn’t happening.

I rolled again, pinning her beneath me.

“Get off me.”

“No.”

“I mean it, Sebastian. I’m getting off this plane.”

I smirked. “You’re half right. You will be getting off on this plane.”

Her teeth sunk into my shoulder.

I drove into her, groaning. “Bite as hard as you want. Draw blood. I’m not letting you go.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t do this, Sebastian.”

In this moment, I hated how much like my father I had become. Crushing a woman’s spirit all in the name of family honor was one thing, but I knew I was crossing a line into making this personal.

I was becoming selfish…obsessive.

I’d already violated the one rule that put a thin veneer of nobility over this entire fucking mess.

I’d originally planned never to touch her.