“Because that would not be suspicious.”
“Ah. You're right. The Caribbean it is,” I laugh.
“You are silly. Go back to the bedroom and lie down. Brent and Adrian are there. I don’t know where Raul went,” he says. “Remember, head down and keep your silly little mouth shut. Okay? I didn’t expect you to be so giggly on pain medication.”
“Aye aye, captain,” I say. Derek helps me stand so I can go to the back. When I get to the bed, I ease myself to lay down, but then quickly realize that I’m so fucking tired. “Oh no…”
“What is it, Little Dove?” Adrian asks from somewhere in the room.
“I’m gonna miss the fun,” I sigh. “I’m so tired.”
“Just rest, baby,” he says as he gently kisses my forehead. “I love you more than the air I breathe, Little Dove. Always remember that.”
“Love you too,” I say sleepily.
I doze in and out of sleep for a while, but it’s Brent’s hushed voice that cuts through the fog and has my eyes snapping open.
“He’s here,” Brent says.
“Yeah, she was bitching and complaining about pain, so I gave her some pain pills to shut her up,” Derek says from outside the door.
“Eh, if they aren’t complaining, you aren’t fucking them hard enough,” Vlad laughs as their footsteps get closer. The door opens, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Vlad yanks the blanket off my body, and my stomach drops when no one saves me. I slowly open my eyes and freeze when I see the barrel of a gun in my face.
“Dad…” Derek says slowly.
“Where are her men?” Vlad asks coolly. “I know they are on this jet. Where are they?”
“Dad, just stop…” Derek says.
“Stupid, stupid boy,” Vlad chuckles. “You didn’t think I’d put a tracker in her?” You took her right to her men. Didn’t you?”
“Yes, Dad. She’s not mine to take, and that society is not an enemy I want to be in the war path of,” Derek says.
“You know… Let’s change things up a bit, son. Just this once,” Vlad says. He turns his body so he is facing the room, but presses the gun to my head. “Fuck her. Now.”
“Dad, no. I’m not…”
“Or she dies!” Vlad screams at his son. “Fuck her—and she better come—or she dies. Her men can come out of hiding and watch or stay in the shadows like the cowards they are.”
“Dad… Please don’t…”
“Now!” he screams again, pulling the hammer of the gun back.
“Okay! Stop. Okay. Please don’t shoot her,” Derek says with emotion in his voice.
“Good boy. Now… Eat her pussy so she’s ready. Us Popov men really fill a woman out. I don’t want you tearing her up before I get a go at her,” Vlad says simply.
We can all hear the engines of the plane. When my eyes meet Derek’s, he has tears rolling down his face. Fuck, I am too high for him to look that sad. “It’s okay,” I say quietly.
“See? Consent. Get to it,” Vlad laughs.
I look past Derek and see both Adrian and Brent standing in the corner of the room. Adrian nods at me, and I focus on Derek as he moves to the end of the bed. He just looks at me for a second, trying to make himself start.
“I swear to God, Son. I will make you fuck her dead body,” Vlad growls. Derek doesn’t look up at his father to acknowledge him, but he does move closer to gently pull my leggings off. The jet is moving down the runway to turn around for takeoff, and my heart is beating a million miles an hour. Derek finally moves onto the bed between my legs, and I am shaking. When he gently touches my thighs, it reminds me to take a deep breath to calm down.
“I’m so sorry, Alania,” Derek says quietly. I nod rapidly as he leans down. I should shut my fucking eyes, but I might actually get shot in the head if my high ass moans the wrong name.
He is gentle at first, slowly licking across my clit. I am realizing now that I am so fucking turned on, and when he realizes, the man seizes the chance and pushes his tongue into my cunt to get a better taste of me.
