On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

The dictator’s son looks at me and smiles. He reaches over and grabs my hand. “You are not afraid to fight. You are not afraid to challenge me,” Sergey says as he looks into my eyes. The young man stands up and kisses my hand. “I choose you to be my woman,” Sergey says. Oh, lucky me.

He pulls me up and holds me close. Then he whispers into my ear, “I will make you the Princess of Odostan. A nation will bow before you. Do you know how it feels to force an entire nation of people to bow before your feet?”

I don’t know if this guy is sincere or drunk. Right now, I would much rather prefer him to be drunk. So I whisper into his ear, “The more you drink, the sexier you get.” Just for the record, this may be the first time, in recorded history, a woman has ever said that to a man.

I get up from the bed and walk back to the disco room to grab four bottles of the vodka. When I come back into the bedroom, Sergey is stripped down to his jockey shorts. Alright, I really don’t need this night to get any more f**ked up.

“Come here with my vodka woman!” Sergey yells. He grabs my arm. The bottles spill all over the bed. Sergey grabs one of the bottles and begins to drink. And when I say drink, the guy just gulps down that vodka like it’s water.

I’m just waiting this guy to pass out. It is 2:00 a.m. One more hour to go. The dictator’s son begins to sing some songs in his native language. At least, I am as**suming he is singing in his native language. He could be slurring gibberish for all I know.

For a moment, I think about just ditching Sergey. After all, this guy seems too drunk to know that the General is off with Mr. Peak. My boss, however, specified that I keep the dictator’s son occupied until 3:00 a.m.

Sergey reaches over for a remote control. He turns on a big plasma screen on the wall. The screen begins to display some hardcore po**rn. Oh great, this situation is not any better. The dictator’s son grabs me and tries to give me a kiss.

Against my better judgement, I make out with him. I’m hoping that maybe he would just pass out, sooner or later. He grabs my as**s. I put up with that. He tries to reach for my bre**asts. I swat his hand away. Sergey begins to laugh.

“You like to play rough? I like to play rough!” Sergey yells as he tries to jump on top of me. We fall off of the bed and wrestle around on the floor. Even though the dictator’s son is sauced, he is not completely incapacitated. He pins me down.

Sergey leans in and tries to stick his tongue in my mouth. I jerk my face away. He slaps me. “I am tired of your f**king games!” Sergey yells. He gets up and grabs me by the hair. The dictator’s son gets on the bed and pulls down his underwear.

The maniac tries to force my face down on his di**ck. Fuck that. I struggle to get out of the bed. He grabs me by the neck. “You will suck my di**ck or I will kill you!” Sergey yells as his eyes bug out.I believe every word of it.

I look down at that di**ck. Then I look at my right hand. More specifically, I look at the big diamond rock on my ring finger. I slowly turn the diamond stud so it facesinside my palm.As I look at Sergey’s seething scowl, I remember Mr. Peak’s words -That diamond is strong enough to rip through skin.

I smile and look into Sergey’s eyes. “Let me pleasure you with my hand so you are nice and hard for my mouth,” I say to the delight of the dictator’s son. Sergey grabs a pillow and lies back. He closes his eyes, ready for the big surprise.

I take a deep breath. I look at that sharp diamond rock. I grab Sergey’s di**ck and violently slash the skin. “Ah!” The dictator’s son yells. I look down and there is blood everywhere. Blood on my hand, blood on the silk sheets, blood spurting out of Sergey’s di**ck.

Then I run out of the bedroom. My high heels come right off of my feet. Sergey’s screams are unlike any human sound I have ever heard in my life.He sounds inhuman.The mega-yacht is so big, I have trouble finding the exit.

Dammit, I run from one room to the other and can’t find access to the deck. My heart feels like it is ready to explode. As I reach a dead end, it hits me. I am below deck. I run back into a large galley area and find stairs leading up to freedom.

I run up the stairs and see one of Sergey’s massive bodyguards f**king some model from the casino. He looks up at me unsure as to what is going on. I can hear the faint screams from Sergey below deck. If the bodyguard hears those screams, I am f**ked.

I nervously walk around looking for access to the mega-yacht’s deck. The bodyguard gets up and begins to walk towards the stairs. Dammit. I look in every direction. No door. Nothing. Fuck!