25
Sofía
We reach the small private airstrip, and I gasp when I see a beautiful, shiny white plane waiting. The steps have been lowered, and they’re carpeted in bright red. The car comes to a stop, and I’m out and on the tarmac, taking in the plane I’m about to fly in.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Victor asks from behind me, pride clear in his voice. It’s only when I glance at the tail, do I see it—his family insignia—a gold crown above a throne.
“It’s yours,” I say.
“She is.” He laces his fingers with mine, a gesture which has me stalling for a short moment. “Let’s go. They’re waiting on us.” I follow him toward the aircraft, and he allows me to enter first. As lavish as this is, I can’t allow myself to be wrapped up in the wealth that comes with being with a man like Victor Cordero.
He hasn’t told me the reason for our vacation as he puts it, but I know there’s more to the story than meets the eye. The inside of the plane is as luxurious as I expected it to be. The cream-colored leather seats face each other, and the dark varnished wooden tables and bar area are shiny.
“This is incredible,” I tell him, as I settle on one of the sofa seats. They’re soft, comfortable, and I can’t help but feel in awe of everything.
“I’m glad you think so,” he smiles, as he settles in beside me. I expected him to sit opposite me, but he doesn’t, and his large figure looms over me as we wait to take off. When the plane finally starts moving, Javier settles on the seat opposite us, on the other side of the plane, and I wonder if he still hates me.
Victor’s claim and ownership of me has been strange to accept. My throat still hurts at the memory of him fucking me earlier. I swallowed his release and found myself wanting more. Is that what it’s like to love someone? To ache to please them all the time.
We race down the runway, and my stomach does somersaults, as I close my eyes to focus on anything other than having my body thrust into the air. I gasp when Victor’s hand finds my thigh, inching its way toward my core. His fingers taunt me as we slowly inch into the air, and I can’t concentrate on anything other than his fingers teasing my pussy with the expert touch of a man who knows my body better than I do.
He doesn’t stop until we’re at cruising altitude, and I’m ready to leap over the edge, but the moment he pulls his hand away, my eyes flit to his in shock that he left me needy.
“I’ll finish that later,” he winks, before gifting me a wolfish smirk that has me squirming at the dark promise in his words. When he can, he pushes off the chair and heads to the bar. I can feel Javier’s eyes on me, but I don’t look at him.
When Victor returns to me, he hands me a tumbler with amber liquid sloshing against the crystal sides. “Drink this,” he tells me, and I accept it, and slowly sip the burning alcohol. I watch him swallow his own in one gulp, but I’m not that brave yet.
“Where are you going?” I ask when he turns toward the front of the plane.
“Business,” he tells me, before disappearing from view, leaving me alone with Javier. I finally meet his gaze, which is boring into me, as if he’s trying to dig out secrets from my soul.
“What?”
“If you hurt him,” he tells me. “I’ll gut you.” The sneer on his expression is clear; it’s a warning, and I’m not sure why he believes I can hurt Victor, but he does.
“He’s not someone I can hurt,” I tell him honestly. “If anyone gets hurt in this, it will be me.” I meet his gaze dead on, trying not to show the way my body shakes with fear of the man who’s the best friend of my captor. However, is Victor still my captor if I’m willingly staying with him? Is he still the bad man I’ve made him out to be if I’ve already given myself to him?
“You’re right,” Javier smiles. “You will be the one getting hurt because I will ensure that he sees your lies,” he tells me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t lied. I’ve given him everything,” I bite out, as frustration ebbs through me. Picking up my glass, I swallow the burning liquid and wince at the burn that travels down my throat.
“Javi,” Victor’s voice comes from behind me as he calls to his best friend. “I suggest you contact the hotel and let them know we’ll be staying at the house instead.” He settles on the chair beside me again, and Javier nods, leaving us alone as he moves into the back of the plane.