But I should have known, nothing about Christian Allister was simple.
We weren’t expected to fly home so soon, but after my date had casually admitted to shooting one of my relatives, I’d decided it was best if we skipped the reception.
It felt like a heavy weight had been released from my shoulders from standing up to my papà after all these years, and I knew, I would have never had the guts to do it if Christian hadn’t been nearby.
He reclined on the couch while I sat in the chair opposite him for take-off. He’d been distant for the last hour, but now, nothing about him felt uninterested.
His gaze licked at my skin like fire as it trailed up my bare thigh exposed through the slit in my dress. I tried to ignore it, but my body still responded. My breathing slowed. My breasts tightened.
As soon as we were in the air, I felt his rough words between my legs.
“Come here.”
A flush drifted down my body.
I shook my head.
I was turned on by just the way he was looking at me. There wasn’t a chance I’d hold my ground if he was touching me.
“Women don’t tell me no, malyshka.” His voice was dark and lazy at the edges. “They’ve always done whatever I tell them to do. Anything I can think up. Yet none of it has ever been as satisfying as being inside you.”
A wave of jealousy flared in my chest, but some other confused parts of my body had grown hotter with every stupid word from his mouth. I wanted to give in already, and we were only five minutes into our flight. There was one thing I knew that would set a boundary and keep it there.
I raised a brow in challenge. “Take off your shirt.”
His gaze narrowed at the corners, holding mine. His jaw ticked in thought, and then what he said next made my heart still.
“Come take it off yourself.”
Temptation pulled and tugged inside me.
I fought the impulse for a solid three seconds, because who was I kidding?
This battle was over before it had even begun.
Getting to my feet, I closed the distance between us. I stood between his legs, looking down at him, yet it didn’t feel like I had the advantage.
“Thank you for coming with me today.”
His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer to straddle him. A sigh of approval escaped me at the contact.
Pressing his face into my neck, he said, “You can thank me by letting me fuck you missionary.”
Oh, God.
“It’s your favorite, isn’t it, malyshka?” He nipped at the hollow behind my ear, and I moaned. His lips skimmed down my throat. “You probably want me to kiss you while I fuck you.”
Yes.
He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection. My blood was burning up as he kissed my neck and I rubbed his length through his pants.
“Take off your dress.”
I had my dress unzipped and down to my waist before I realized what he’d done. Pulling back, I glared at him. “You distracted me.”
He chuckled. And it was such a deep, sexy sound I couldn’t even hold on to the anger.
“Fine.” He ran a hand across his jaw and put his arms on the back of the couch. “Have at it, Gianna.”