Darkest Sins - Page 100

“Into the bathroom. Now.”

He nods hysterically, unstraps his seat belt, and scrambles into the can. When the latch clicks shut behind him, I look down at Nera who’s sitting stone-still, her hands in a death grip around the handle of her purse. I take a seat next to her, grab her around her middle, and pull her astride my lap. Her eyes areclosed, and her breaths are fast and shallow—it’s plain as day how terrified she is.

“It’s okay, cub.” I brush the back of my hand down her cheek. “They’re all gone.”

Nera lets out a long exhale and wraps her arms around my neck. The scent of her shampoo fills my nostrils when she buries her face against my shoulder. Her body is shaking badly, so I pull her even closer and stroke her back.

“We could have driven to New York,” I say into her hair. “Like you did for your meeting with that Serbian guy.”

“You were there?” Her muffled words mix with the roar of the plane’s engines.

“Yes. Like I said, I followed you everywhere you went from the minute I set foot back in Boston. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

“I felt you. Every now and then, I’d get that pleasant tingling on the back of my neck. I’ve always felt it when you were near.” She slowly straightens, her eyes finding mine. “I thought I was losing my mind.”

“It was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do. Not being able to hold you in my arms, have you next to me.” I kiss her. “But I have you now. You’re safe. I promise.”

I stare into Kai’s eyes and wonder how it’s possible for them to be so warm and so sinister at the same time. Just like him. A guardian angel, and a demon. A man who continues to save me time and time again, but also sows death wherever he goes. A cold-blooded killer. A savior. The love of my life. And the only man in this world who has my implicit trust.

I let go of the hair I’ve been clutching but keep my eyes locked on his while I move my palms down his chest. The bulge in his pants has been pressing into my pussy this whole time. It hardens even more when I undo the button at his waist and start pulling down the zipper.

“My mind believes your promise, but my body and nerves are still in the grips of irrational fear,” I say. “I need to feel you inside me, demon.”

His hands slide down my back, over my skirt that got bunched around my middle, to my naked ass. I’m not wearing underwear, just as we agreed. Warm breath fans my face, his gaze rapt on mine as I wrap my fingers around his cock and pull it out. The plane dips suddenly, and I grab Kai’s shoulders, leaning forward until I’m positioned just above his dick. Our ride gets bumpy and an overhead sign lights up with a ding.

“Please remain seated and fasten your seat belts.” The pilot’s voice comes from the speaker. “We’re experiencing severe turbulence but should be through it in a few minutes.”

I take a deep breath and lower myself onto Kai’s cock. The plane starts shaking. Panic explodes within my chest, but I keep sinking onto his hard length, and with every inch that slides inside me, some of the fear recedes. He squeezes my ass with a force that makes me gasp, his chest heaves as his fingers dig into my skin. With one swift movement, he slams me down onto him, filling me to the hilt.

My entire body trembles with each powerful thrust, leaving me breathless and dizzy. He lifts me and slams me back down again. And again. And again. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making me shudder and moan uncontrollably. Desperately, I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Kai doesn’t even blink while his eyes stare fixedly into mine. The low rumble of the plane and our labored breathing are the only sounds in our world. There are no words. And we don’t need any. We’ve never actually needed to voice our thoughts, my demon and I. I can read the look in his eyes, just as he can do with mine.

You’re safe.His eyes say.

I know. My own reply.

My body convulses as his unyielding cock rams into me from below, faster and deeper with each thrust. The turbulence around us is increasing, but I’m not afraid anymore. He said I’m safe. The overhead compartment across from us flies open, and something clatters to the floor. I slide my fingers into Kai’s hair and slam my mouth over his.

“I love you,” I whisper into his lips while everything around us shakes and rattles.

“I live for you, my tiger cub.” His voice—raw and guttural—is gritty as it rolls through me.

Gripping his hair in my fists, I come, panting as I break apart. Meanwhile, more baggage compartments open, and things rain down all around us.

* * *

There are scary men in this world. But compared to Salvatore Ajello, they all seem like fluffy baby ducklings.

It’s not his looks. The New York Don seems like any other wealthy businessman—an obviously tailored expensive suit, no jewelry other than a watch and a thick wedding band on his right hand, and dark hair peppered with gray slicked back in an unassuming style. No weapons in sight, but I’m sure he has a gun on him. And no bodyguards anywhere nearby. Still, just sitting at the table with him gives me the creeps. I don’t understand why Massimo wants to do business with this man.

“So? What do you think?” I ask casually.

Even though we’re in an upscale restaurant with more than fifty people dining all around, I keep expecting him to slam a severed arm or maybe a head on top of our table.

“Can’t say that I’m interested, Nera.”

I lift my glass and take a sip of my lemonade. “Why? We are ready to invest ten million over the course of the first year. Double that amount in the second one.”