Velvet Devil: A Russian Mafia Romance (101)

“Right, you’re just interested in giving the poor stewardess a hard time.”

That dries up my tears pretty fast. My eyes snap to his angrily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was upsetting you by treating your precious Marissa badly.”

He smiles so calmly that I want to fling my water in his face. “Not upset,” he clarifies. “Just… amused.”

I flip him the bird, but he just laughs. There’s a tiny dab of anger weighing his laugh down, but I can tell he’s actually getting some sort of perverse amusement out of my misery.

“I just happen to think she’s incompetent,” I say, doubling down.

“I wouldn’t have employed her if that were true.”

I roll my eyes. “Please.”

“What?”

“Just saying, it’s pretty convenient that the one ‘competent’ stewardess you ended up hiring also happens to be a knockout.”

“Is she?”

“Don’t patronize me.”

He chuckles. “She was competent, experienced, and attractive,” he acknowledges. “It was a no-brainer.”

“She’s a no-brainer.”

“She’s got a degree from Brown. Similar to yours, actually. Classics.”

My fingers have started shaking again. And this time, it has nothing to do with Isaak. It’s got nothing to do with Marissa, either, who’s obviously beautiful and brainy and doesn’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve treated her for the past hour.

I’m mad at myself. Furious, in fact. Because I’ve fallen for the wrong man. I’ve always prided myself on being a smart girl, and I’ve gone and done the stupidest thing. Stupider even than sleeping with a stranger in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant. All my stupid mistakes seem to revolve around Isaak.

I can’t blame him for that. It’s on me.

“Excuse me,” I say, choking on the words as I get up.

I can feel him watching me, but I keep walking to the back of the plane where there’s a private nook set up.

All I need right now is to be alone.

I pull the screen door shut behind and try to breathe through the panic that’s taking over. I have to think of Jo. That calms me.

I’m just starting to regain control of my heart and breath when, without warning, the screen door opens and Isaak steps inside. I wheel on him furiously, wiping away the tears even though I know he’s already seen them.

“I want to be alone,” I insist.

“You’re upset.”

“Please,” I whisper, begging for probably the first time since I’ve known him. “Please… just give me some space.”

“You don’t need space.”

“And you know what I need, do you?” I demand.

“I do,” he replies confidently. “You need to say whatever it is you’re not saying to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Don’t play me for a fool, kiska. I know you—”

“Don’t! Stop saying that. You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me.”

“Why are you so mad about Marissa?”

He’s got me trapped, both literally and metaphorically, and it’s making me even madder. I try to shove him back out of my space, but of course that only gives him permission to grab a hold of me.

His hands are powerful when they clamp down around my wrists. Before I can resist, I find him pushing me down onto the ledge. I’m at eye level with his crotch, so I can see the outline of his erection just underneath.

“Come on, Camila,” Isaak urges. “Tell me everything.”

I put my hands on his hips, intending to push him away. But something happens the moment I touch him: I don’t want to let go.

My eyes move from his eyes to his crotch and then back again. My heart is pounding, my pussy throbs, and my nipples are as hard as I know his cock is right now.

“You’re jealous, right?” he muses. “You can’t stand the thought that I might have fucked her in the past. Or worse, that I might fuck her in the future.”

“You’re free to fuck whoever it is you want,” I snap at him, even though that’s the farthest thing from the truth and the fading fury in my voice proves it.

Isaak shakes his head. “Oh, I don’t think so. I know what you want, Camila. It’s in your eyes. You’re outed now, so you might as well take what you want.”

I should want to prove him wrong. I should fight to prove him wrong.

But somehow, I do the exact opposite.

I give in. To him and to my baser desires. I let my attraction take the front seat and before I know it, I’m ripping his belt open and off. The moment I can, I unzip and pull his pants down. His cock jumps free and I don’t allow a moment to pass before I part my lips and take him in my mouth.

Isaak grips the top railing of the plane. He gives me control for only a minute. Maybe even two. Then his instincts kick in and he grabs the reins. He takes control of my head and pins me in place as he starts fucking my mouth.

The heat of his cock sliding in and out of my throat makes me so wet that I reach down between my legs and start to finger myself.

He gives a low groan as he watches me, his eyes boring into my face, taking in every little jerk and gesture. He’s straining against the urge to come.