Chapter 1
“Venice?” Mallory squeaked. “As in, the
Venice? In Italy?”
Jake’s wide grin
told her she was right. “Yep,” he
answered simply. Mallory stared at him,
mouth agape, for a few moments. He made
a shooing motion at her. “Well go
on. Get packed. We’ll be gone for two nights.”
Mallory was
breathing hard, her head spinning. It
was almost too much for her mind to comprehend.
Was this really happening? Or was
she dreaming? She pinched herself. The little ping of pain on her arm told her that
this was indeed real.
“I can’t,” she
said finally.
Jake frowned. “And why not?” He asked.
“You did agree to go out with me, remember?”
“Yes, I agreed to dinner!
Not a two night mini-vacay with a complete stranger! How do I know that you aren’t going to murder
me or sell me into slavery or something?”
Mallory had seen the movie Taken; she
knew how this would go down.
Jake just
laughed. “Well, for one, I’m a pretty
high-profile character; I don’t think I could murder you without anyone
noticing. And for another, I would never
give you to anyone else.” His gaze
turned hungry, his eyes intense. “I want
you for myself, Mallory.”
She shivered at
the possessiveness in his eyes. “But-”
she began, but he cut her off.
“No ‘buts’,
Mallory. You agreed to this and that’s
that. I want to take you to
Venice.” His gaze turn hard, a bit
menacing. He placed a strong finger
under her chin, lifting her face so that she had no choice but to meet his
eye. “And I always get what I want.”
God, he was an
arrogant ass. But she could not deny the
rush of heat to her sex at his words, remembering how he had captured her,
restrained her as he manipulated her body so skillfully. She wanted more of that dark seduction, that
much she knew.
“Don’t you want to
go to Venice, Mallory?” He asked softly,
his tone demanding a truthful answer.
“Yes,” Mallory herd
herself admitting, her voice a whisper.
She had always longed to go to
Italy. She wanted to teach high-school
history, and she yearned to visit the ancient historical sites of Europe.
Jake smiled a
Cheshire-cat grin, knowing he had her trapped now. “Well then, what’s the problem? Come with me,” he said more earnestly, the
lines of his face betraying anxiety again.
Mallory was intrigued by this softer side of him, the real man beneath
the hard mask. She wanted to know that
man better, and she wanted to know the cocky Jake sexually now that he had
awakened the dark carnal desires within her.
And after all, Mallory admitted to herself a touch resentfully, it
wasn’t as if she had anything to do here, no responsibilities, no job to go to.
“Fine,” she
conceded, but she was sure to put a sharp edge to her voice, to mask the fact
that she was secretly thrilled to accept his offer; she didn’t want him to get
too big for his britches. She would be
sure to challenge him at every turn, to make him see that she wasn’t some
push-over he could win with over with his money. “But you have to let me call Sally to let her
know where I’m going. That way I know
you can’t kill me without someone knowing your MO.”
Jake chuckled at
her again. “I can assure you that I will
not murder you. You don’t have anything
to fear from me.” But his smile was sly,
a dangerous twinkle in his eye. Mallory
gulped, knowing that she did have something to fear: that he would turn her to
pliant jelly with his erotic ministrations.
It’s just fabulous sex, she assured
herself. You want that don’t you? Just
don’t let him get the upper hand again.
Yeah, right. That would be so easy.
“Okay,” she said, a bit acidly, “I’ll pack.”
Jake grinned
despite her tone. “Excellent.”
He waited in the
sitting room while she darted around her bedroom, throwing her favorite dresses
into her bag. After a moment’s
hesitation, she packed her sexiest lingerie as well; if she had any hope of
being the seductress rather than the seductee, she would need all the weapons
in her arsenal.
A few minutes
later, her duffel was being loaded into the trunk of a black limo by the
driver. Of course he has a driver. And
of course he has a limo. Jake
definitely liked nice things, and he definitely never did any mundane tasks for
himself.
Once they were in
the limo, Jake seated as close to her as possible despite the ample room, she
decided to goad him. “Don’t you ever do
anything for yourself?” She asked a bit
condescendingly. The guy might be taking
her to Europe, but that didn’t get the spoiled little rich boy off the hook.
Jake blinked at
her, taken aback by her bluntness. He
looked as though no one had ever spoken to him so frankly, and, to be honest,
so rudely. Well it’s about time he had a dose of reality, Mallory thought to
herself.
“What do you
mean?” He asked, puzzled.
“You send your
staff to fetch people, for one; you don’t answer your own door; and you don’t
drive your own car. These are basic life
skills.” She looked at him
challengingly, daring him to contradict her.
“Well,” he began,
a bit uncomfortably, “I do drive my own car sometimes. I love my Ferrari.”
Mallory snorted
derisively. “Oh, how independent of
you.”
Jake looked at her
earnestly, his brow furrowed. The
anxious man was back, clearly hurt by her words. “Why do you hate me, Mallory?” He asked.
Mallory was
shocked. She didn’t hate him; she didn’t
hate anybody. So why am I being such a bitch? Deep
down, she realized that she resented him, although it rankled to admit it. She sighed.
“I don’t hate you, Jake. I don’t
know if I like you all that much, but I don’t hate you. It’s just…
I can’t begin to understand your lifestyle. It’s like you’re from another planet or
something.”
His strained
expression eased, a small smile playing around his mouth. “Well, I’m sure we can manage to cross the
cultural divide. I assure you that I’m
not an alien. At least, I don’t think I
am. Maybe I should check my family
tree. My uncle Albert sure looks alien
enough, poor fellow.”
Mallory couldn’t
suppress a smile. So apparently Jake did
have a lighter side behind the serious, dominant façade.
“And so far as you
not liking me goes,” he continued, “I’m sure we can remedy that as well.” His grin turned wicked, and his hand moved to
brush her upper thigh. Her pussy
clenched just from his light touch. His
hand eased upwards, nearing her sex.
“Spread your legs
for me, Mallory,” he commanded.
She hesitated,
torn between satiating the need that had arisen in her and her pride. Bolstering her will, pride won out.
“No,” she said
breathily.
Jake abruptly
withdrew his hand. “Suit yourself,” he
said with a shrug. But Mallory was still
burning with need, as if Jake had lit a fire within her that would not go
out. His indifference toward her
reaction, his coolness, only turned her on more.
I will not cave, I will not cave, she
repeated to herself over and over again.
He raised an imperious eyebrow at her.
“Anything you want
to say?” He asked.
Yes!
Touch me! She was just about
to give in when the limo came to a stop.
“Too bad.” Jake looked like he was suppressing a laugh,
entertained by her discomfort. “We’re
here.”
Mallory’s attention
was pulled away from the throbbing in her loins when the driver opened the door
for her. Well, it lessened a bit at
least. She blushed, sure that he could
smell her wetness.
Don’t be ridiculous, she admonished
herself, walking as confidently as she could out onto the tarmac. Jake’s arm was suddenly linked through hers,
guiding her towards the private jet that was waiting for them.
Limos, Ferraris, private jets; Is there any
luxury item that he doesn’t own? So
long as she didn’t allow him to own her she
would be just fine, she assured herself.
Jake took her
hand, leading her carefully up the steps leading up to the jet. When they got inside, Mallory suppressed the
urge to give a low whistle. There were
no rows of seats in the jet, but four captain’s chairs set alongside the divide
between the cabin and the cockpit and two long, padded bench seats lining
either side of the plane. There were two
pretty hostesses there to greet them.
Well, they were more than just pretty.
Of course he only employs hot women. Mallory wondered if he had had sex with
either of them, and was surprised to feel jealousy shoot through her gut. She chose to ignore the sensation, telling
herself that it was just a physical reaction to her nervousness; she had never
flown anywhere before.
Jake seemed to
notice her discomfort as he guided her to one of the bench seats before sitting
down beside her. “Are you alright,
Mallory?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
She took a deep
breath. “Yeah,” she said a bit
shakily. “It’s just… I’ve never flown
before.” She felt like such a peasant
admitting it. Jake had probably been
flying on private jets since before he could walk.
Jake touched a
tender hand to her face, stroking his index finger down her cheek and the line
of her jaw. Mallory felt the tension
leave her as the heat between her legs returned.
Jake smiled. “I’m sure we can find a way to distract you,”
he said, his voice low and seductive. As
he spoke, he reached around either side of her, grasping her seat belt. As he drew it around her hips, he allowed his
fingers to linger against her, sending tingles across her skin. When he finally clicked the buckle together,
he pulled the tongue of the belt until it was almost uncomfortably tight,
pressing her into the seat, trapping her there.
“Still
nervous?” He asked, kindness bleeding
into his seductive tone.
“Yes,” she
admitted. “But not about flying.”
Jake chuckled, low
and rumbling. And sexy as hell. He fastened his own seat belt, his face
turning more serious. He gently grasped
both of her slightly shaking hands in his.
“We’re going to take off now. You
have nothing to be afraid of, Mallory.”
She swallowed and
nodded, reassured by his touch and his soothing tone. This was the Jake that she actually liked,
the one that she wanted to get to know better; she was still on the fence about
the cocky asshole side of him.
As the plane
thundered down the runway, Mallory squeezed her eyes shut, and Jake tenderly
stroked the insides of her wrists with his thumbs. The intimate contact distracted her from her
fear, making it less terrifying when her stomach dropped as the jet began its
ascent into the heavens.
Once they leveled
out, the captain said over the intercom that it was safe for them to move
around the cabin.
“Need more
distracting?” Jake asked with a
predatory smile. Mallory’s pulse
quickened under his fingers and his smile broadened. Jake signaled to the hostesses and they
disappeared into a compartment at the back of the plane. “I know it’s a cliché, but how would you like
to become a member of the Mile High Club?”
“Ummm…” Mallory began uneasily, wanting him
desperately but not wanting to admit it.
He placed a gentle
finger to her lips, silencing her.
“Quiet,” he said sternly. “You
don’t want the staff to hear this, do you?”
Mallory’s eyes
widened, horrified at the thought. She
shook her head vigorously.
Jake suddenly
grasped the nape of her neck and pulled her towards him for a fierce kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, and she tried
to match his intensity, to win a little bit of control in the kiss. She twined her fingers in his hair and tugged
his head back, trying to assert her dominance.
But his hand moved from the back of her neck to her throat, encircling
it with his large hand. He did not apply
any pressure, but the vulnerable position she was in awoke something primal in
her, submission to a being stronger than herself. Her hand dropped from his hair immediately,
and she meekly allowed him to continue fucking her mouth with his tongue. He growled into her mouth in satisfaction,
squeezing her neck slightly to reinforce who was in charge.
Then she heard the
click of her seatbelt being unbuckled, and she was being pulled forward by her
throat, inexorably guided to the floor where Jake forced her to her knees until
she was kneeling in front of him. She
looked up into his eyes, panting. They
were glinting with satisfaction.
“I believe you owe
me something, Mallory,” he said matter-of-factly, reminding her of her promise
that she had made after he had pleasured her at her house. She gulped, remembering the size of him that
she had felt though his pants. Could she
take that?
But then he was
unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers.
His cock sprang free, long and hard.
Her mouth watered for him, wanting to please him as he had pleased her. Without a word, she compliantly parted her
lips, taking the head of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around
it. Jake’s head tipped back and he
groaned.
“That’s it, girl,”
he said throatily. “Just like that.”
At his praise,
Mallory increased her pace, taking him deeper into her mouth, laving the length
of him with her tongue in between taking him with her lips. She felt Jake’s hand at the back of her head,
pushing her down on his cock, dictating her rhythm. The loss of control made her wet. She moaned onto him, and his cock twitched at
the vibrations. Jake suddenly grasped
her hair and roughly jerked her off of him.
“I’m going to fuck
you now, Mallory,” he said, his tone brooking no resistance.
Not bothering to
remove his clothes in his haste to have her, Jake shoved her shoulders, making
her fall onto her back on the cabin floor.
She could feel the slight vibration of the jet; the sensation pervaded
her pussy, making her clit throb. She
needed him desperately, and he obliged.
Lowering himself
over her, Jake shoved up the hem of her dress and pulled her thong aside. He thrust into her in one fluid motion. Mallory cried out as he fully seated his
impressive length inside of her. She had
never been with anyone so well-endowed, and it took her a moment to adjust to
his size.
“Relax,” Jake said
the command gently, stroking her hair.
He paused to give her time to adjust.
She melted at his tender touch, her pussy accommodating him. Feeling her give way to him, Jake began
thrusting in and out of her, taking her hard and fast. The primal nature of how he fucked her
increased Mallory’s need, and her sex began to contract around him as he hit
her g-spot with every thrust. Her legs
began to quiver with the beginnings of her orgasm.
Without warning,
Jake slapped her across the face. It
wasn’t particularly hard, but it stung, focusing Mallory’s whole attention on
him rather than the feelings pervading her body. She should be furious with him at his
disrespectful treatment, but looking up into his eyes, she saw no cruelty;
there was nothing there but lust. She
felt a responding flare of heat deep within her.
“Wait for me,” he
reprimanded her. “Don’t come until I
say.”
Mallory whined,
desperate to finish but unable to defy him.
Jake clamped his hand over her mouth, silencing her. “You don’t want the others to hear, do you?”
She shook her head
as much as she could with his hand restricting her. But staying quiet became more and more
difficult, and she found that she was grateful for his hand muffling her cries.
He grunted as he
thrust into her unrelentingly. Then:
“Come with me, Mallory!”
With his
permission, Mallory finally let herself go, her orgasm all the more intense for
him making her wait. Her pussy contracted
around him over and over, milking his cock as he emptied his hot seed into her. As the final pleasurable shiver wracked her,
she came back down to earth. She was
suddenly exhausted, sighing sleepily, content.
Jake turned her onto her side and positioned himself behind her, holding
her against him with a strong arm around her waist. She felt him tenderly kiss her hair as her
eyes closed.
Mallory slept
deeply for the rest of the flight.
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