Tears of Betrayal

ARIANA

It’s been three months since I moved in with Demitri, and it still feels surreal.

I get to fall asleep in his arms.

My life has done a total one-eighty. I’m now surrounded by people who care about me.

The other day there was a spider in the bathroom, and I screamed. Seconds later, I was staring wide-eyed at four armed men while clutching a towel around my body.

Not my proudest moment. Demitri wasn’t happy, either.

Now I can laugh about it. Demitri still growls when I bring it up.

I let out a chuckle at the memory and then get back to work. I took one of the guest rooms in our wing and converted it to an office for me.

My inheritance came through, and after thinking long and hard, I decided to help people like my mom. If I had died, there wouldn’t have been anyone to look after her. After doing some research, I found out there are many elderly people who can’t afford the care they need.

So that’s what I’m doing. I’m starting a charity for them.

Demitri’s hand falls on my shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “How’s work coming along?”

He pulls a chair closer and sits down next to me, glancing at my laptop’s screen.

“Baby steps,” I say as I let out a deep breath. “I’m starting in Seattle, and then I’ll slowly move onto the next city.”

Demitri nods a look of pride on his face. “That’s a good plan.” He gets up and presses another kiss to my hair. “Don’t forget our date.”

“I won’t.” I watch as my man leaves the office to get back to his own work, and then I focus on my project.

Two hours before the date, I close my laptop and go to our bedroom. Demitri said I must pack a bag for the date. We’re probably going to Seattle for the weekend.

After packing enough clothes for two days, I shower quickly and then do my makeup. I put on a dress like Demitri ordered, sans any panties, and a new pair of black heels. When I’m ready, I pull a brush through my hair again.

I’ve just set the brush down when Demitri comes up behind me, wrapping a blindfold over my eyes.

“Hey.”

“Shh…”

He helps me into a coat, and then taking hold of my hands, he pulls them behind my back and restrains me with something soft.

“What’s going on?”

“No questions,” his voice rumbles close to my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps over my skin.

Grabbing hold of me, Demitri throws me over his shoulder and stalks out of the bedroom.

I let out a burst of laughter. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

“I’m kidnapping you. Either you keep still, or I’m sedating you,” he snaps, pretending to be all badass.

“Oooh… I like where this is going,” I purr while hanging upside down. “Would’ve liked the view of your ass better than being blindfolded.”

A minute later, Demitri places me down on a seat, and then he straps me in. I hear the door close, and soon the driver’s door opens, and the car moves under Demitri’s weight, and he starts the engine.

“Do you do this often?” I ask when he drives us somewhere. Then the thought hits, and even though I can’t see him, I turn my head to him. “Please tell me I’m the only woman you’ve kidnapped.”

He lets out a chuckle. “That sounds a lot like jealousy.”

“Of course!” I snap. “The last thing I want is some woman drooling over my man and imagining all the hot ways you can take her while she’s your prisoner.”

“Malyshka, you’re the only woman who’s turned on by being kidnapped.”

“Only if the kidnapper is you,” I mumble, letting out a huff.

When we stop wherever our destination is, I’m thrown over Demitri’s shoulder again and then dropped on another seat and strapped in again.

A smile spreads over my face. “We’re going to the island?”

“You’re very talkative for a kidnapped victim,” he mutters, and then he takes a seat next to me.

“Wait, now I’m confused. If you’re not flying the plane… are we even on a plane?” Then the engines start, and I turn my head in Demitri’s direction. “Okay, we’re on a plane. Can you take off the blindfold now?”

“No.”

“Damn, you’re taking this roleplaying thing to a whole different level.”

Once we’re airborne, I hear Demitri move again, and it feels like he’s standing in front of me.

“So now that I have you all to myself,” he says, and then I feel his hands on my knees. He pushes my legs open, and when his breath hits my clit, I understand why he wanted me to wear a dress with no underwear.

“Ohh...kay,” I moan, scooting down, so he has better access.

Best flight ever.

I’m starting to feel sleepy by the time Demitri sets me down on my feet, once a-freaking-gain, and then he finally unties my hands and takes off the blindfold.