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Two weeks later
I'm not sure what shocks (and worries me more): that we're flying to Vegas for the weekend or that we're doing so by private jet.
The past two weeks have been eventful (understatement of the century, I know), and I find myself reflecting back on everything's that happened as the pilot tells us we've been cleared for takeoff.
For one thing, I finally found out where Raaf has held me hostage (Cozumel, Mexico)...along with the fact that my father was a lawbreaker himself in his younger days. It's still not something he wants to talk about, however, but since Raaf is similarly close-mouthed himself with his own past, I'm beginning to think reticence is just a given where their, um, childhood activities are concerned.
Raaf and I have also moved in together, and we live in the apartment next to Father's while Gerard and the rest live one floor down. Father has been adamant about this, and he says it's the only way he'll seriously try being friends with my former kidnapper.
That Father's essentially blackmailing us didn't really sit well with me, but since Raaf was swift to say yes, I can't exactly complain. In any case, Father did keep his word, and while they're not what I'd call the best of friends, both men always have the time of their life whenever the topic of my personal well-being and safety comes up.
Father and Raaf have somehow convinced themselves that I'm some kind of magnet for really, really bad people. As a result, I have undercover security following me round the clock, and while I'm still not sure how I feel about it, I've decided to let it be....for now.
There are more important things for me to worry about, like Raaf "investing" in Ivy Creek High as well as acquiring Tap N Tap from my former boss, who's now happily retired. 'Boundaries' clearly isn't in his vocabulary, and I'm just the tiniest bit apprehensive about what Raaf intends to do with his new purchases. Whatever it is, it probably won't be anything good, and I'm still fretting over it when my eyes start to droop.
"Wake up, my dove."
Raaf's soft voice draws me out of sleep, and I open my eyes just in time to see him bending over me to unbuckle my seatbelt.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep," I mumble.
"I'd be sorry if you didn't. You never get enough rest in a day."
"Uh..." I want to tell him he's being overprotective again, but I'm distracted by the way his aftershave teases my nostrils as he pulls back.
Why does he always smell so good?
It's almost maddening, really. I smell this scent every day now, but I just can't seem to get enough—-
Oh!
I catch Raaf smirking at me, and my face flames.
"Is it really that good?"
Oh God.
"I...I..."
"Always get turned on by the way I smell," he finishes for me.
"Raaf!"
"It's nothing to feel shy about. I'm yours to sniff as much as you want." And as if to demonstrate, his fingers curve around my nape, and I can only whimper when he slowly guides my mouth down to the side of his neck.
Oh dear.
My toes curl hard, and even though I know I'm falling straight into his trap, I just can't resist it. I take a litle sniff—-
Mmmmm.
His chuckle is low and sexy, a sound that's only for my ears, and the knowledge has me squirming in my seat.
Do not get wet, Sara!
Do not!
I start to lift my head, but the fingers around my nape tighten, and I stop moving.
"You can do something else, you know."
I can?
"Don't you want to mark me as yours?"
The words stun me, and my body jerks.
"Don't you want to show the world I belong to you?"
Oh God, he's purring again, and just like how it always is, the sound works like a spell, and my senses start to flutter. My inhibitions fade until there is nothing left but the desire to please him and pleasure him, and if it is my mark on his body that he wants, then it is his.
My hand curl against his chest as I open my mouth...and then I start to suck.
His taste is earthy and masculine, his skin smooth and hard at the same time, and I cannot get enough—-
"Mr. Karvelas?"
Oh. My. God.
I instinctively attempt to pull away, but Raaf is all Mr. Sinister now, and his fingers only tighten when I try to lift my head.
"Yes, Krista?"
I almost choke against his neck when Raaf actually chooses to talk rather than...oh, wait, did he just say Krista? Isn't that the flight attendant who kept eyeing my Raaf like she wants to see his, um, lollipop?
"Airport management says we need your signature here, sir."
I hear papers shuffle, and an image pops in my mind: it's Krista bending low enough to give my Raaf an eyeful of her cleavage as she asks him to sign this and that.
Grrr!
I give his neck a little lick, and I can't help but smile to myself as Raaf's powerful body shudders.
See that, Krista?
Raaf firmly pulls away after a moment, and I can only smile weakly when his eyes promis retribution.
Oops.
In my desire to put Krista in her place, I've forgotten how much Raaf hates to lose even the smallest bit of control in public. But then...surely he can make an exception just this once? I'm his fiancée, and when I see a girl flirt with my—-
Huh?
I notice Krista's jaw drop open as Raaf straightens and hands her back the documents, and when I follow her gaze, my own jaw drops open as well.
Oh. My. GOD!
No wonder Krista looks so freaked out!
I've just caught sight of the side of Raaf's neck, and it looks like he's been bitten by an honest-to-goodness vampire.
Or a zombie.
It's just really bad either way, and we need to cover it, a.s.a.p.
I tug at Raaf's shirt to get his attention. "Do you have a First Aid kit—-"
"Are you ill?" he demands. "Do you—-"
"It's for you," I cut in right away before he ends up riling himself up for no reason. "Your neck is, um..."
"What about it?"
"It's...bad?"
He reaches up to touch the part I've bitten, and I can feel my face start to heat up again when his eyes gleam knowingly.
"I got carried away," I say awkwardly. "I'm so sorry—-"
"I'm not."
He isn't?
"I like it."
Of course he does.
"And unlike other men," Raaf tells me as we start walking down the aisle, "marks such as these please me greatly. I shall wear it proudly—-"
"How about discreetly?" I suggest hopefully. "Doesn't that sound better?"
"It doesn't."
Shit.
"You have worked so hard to make this mark, my Sara. How can I feel anything but pride when I think about how long and hard you must have sucked my neck?"
And of course Raaf just has to say that within earshot of the entire flight crew, our distinguished-looking pilot included, who has stepped out of the cockpit to see us off.
I'm still cringing at the memory even though we're already within the private confines of a heavily tinted limousine, and it's only when I see us slow down in front of a posh-looking establishment that I'm properly distracted.
The place is all black stone and steel, more tinted windows, and a long, long line that stretches around the block. "What is this place?" I ask nervously as Raaf helps me out of the backseat.
"You'll see."
My heart bangs against my chest at the words, and I'm so flustered that I barely notice the dirty looks that go our way when security immediately lets us in. There's only one reason I can think of that would explain why we're flying to Vegas, and since I'm pretty sure this place isn't a casino, what else can it be but—-
"Welcome to Bacchanalia."
—-a sex club.
The girl in front of us is dressed in a lace gown that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and I do mean nothing, since I now know that her hair color does not match the other part of her that has, um, hair.
"Would you like me to lead you to your room, Mr. Karvelas?"
Room? What room? Why do we have a room?
But at Raaf's nod, the girl is already leading the way, and it's all I can do not to gape and gawk as we walk past what seems like countless naked couples having sex.
By the time the girl pauses before Room G to unlock its door, I find myself almost wishing we're getting married by Elvis instead. Even though a quickie wedding doesn't appeal to me at all, I'd at least know what to expect from it.
But this?
Goosebumps start popping all over my body as Raaf takes my hand into his and leads me inside the room. The door falls shut behind us completely, and we are plunged in darkness. But a moment later, Raaf apparently knows his way well enough around this place to find the light switch—-
Oh. My. God.
My gaze snaps up, and I regret it right away as the spotlight nearly blinds me. "Is this where Gerard filmed his..."
"He often plays here, yes."
"Oh. Right. Play."
Raaf's blue eyes gleam at me, and I start to panic even when I don't actually know yet what's there to feel panicky about.
"Are you worried we're going to play tonight?"
"Just a bit?"
"Then you shall be relieved to know we're not here to play."
My eyes widen. "Seriously?"
"You have my word, my dove."
"Oh thank God—-"
"Because tonight is all about punishment."
I should have known that was a trap!
"Can we talk about this?" I stammer. "Can we—-"
But Raaf has already pressed another button, and I squeak in surprise when a small panel slides open to reveal a hole in the wall that's directly under the spotlight.
Wait a minute.
Doesn't a hole in the wall mean—-
Oh God, it really is a glory hole!
Another man has thrust his fully erect member into the hole, and I feel my mind start to spiral as I watch it twitch impatiently in just about every direction.
I slowly back away. One step after another. And really carefully...until I bump into Raaf, and I stiffen when I feel his fingers clasp my arms.
"Raaf—-"
But it's too late.
He's already forcing me forward, and then I'm down on the floor on all fours, and right in front of my face is the other man's still-twitching member.
Behind me, I already hear Raaf unzipping himself and flipping the skirt of my dress up, and those sounds, oh God...
Those sounds expose the dirty truth underneath my fears and doubts.
Raaf suddenly gives my now-bare ass a swift, hard slap, and as force of it propels me forward, the man on the other side of the wall groans when his member suddenly finds its way past my soft and quivering lips.
I gasp in shock, unable to comprehend that someone else's length is now stuffing my mouth—-
Is this really happening?
I finally remember to try pulling away, but the moment I do, two more panels slide open, and a pair of arms shoot out—-
Oh my God!
The man on the other side of the wall is now gripping my hair so tightly that my chance to escape nearly dwindles to none. But when I try again, that's when Raaf slaps my ass a second time...just before shoving his thick, hard length into my already wet and swollen core—-
Aaaaaah.
There is no point, just no point denying how much I want this.
This is me, and this is him.
This is how we are each other's dream and nightmare come true, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
The End
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