Page 13 of Seduction (Wicked Vows)

In Russian, I respond. “Please tell her, of course, it is my job.”

She looks at Vera and smiles. “He says it is his pleasure.”

That’s not exactly what I said, but the flush of Vera’s cheeks when she says it makes me wish that I had.

With more space between us, it’s easy for me to turn my phone to the side to see what she’s doing. She’s reading again. I take a peek. There’s a feather on the front and a silver lock.

Dominated by The Billionaire Hitman

Author B.N. Honey takes readers on a whirlwind journey into the lavish world of billionaire Maxwell Rodino, a ruthless businessman with a penchant for control. When the young and talented artist enters his world, she’s enraptured in a world of intrigue, luxury, and power. . .

Well, then. Isn’t that interesting, little Miss Vera.

I see a link for a sample preview and quickly click it.

“No, sir,” I said, shaking my head as he circled round me, the short riding crop nearly vibrating with the electric connection between us. “I know better than to make myself come without your permission.”

My phone clatters to the floor. Vera looks up at me in surprise while I quickly grab it before she can see what’s on my screen.

Vera Ivanova is reading a book about rich, powerful men and submission and domination.

It’s just a book. Fiction. Fantasy. It doesn’t mean she’s actually. . . into any of that.

And even if she was, it’s none of my business.

None.

I steal a glance at her when she’s reading again. I notice her breathing has accelerated, and her cheeks are faintly flushed. It’s risky, mirroring her phone and seeing the exact place where she’s reading, but now that I’ve peeked. . . I have to know.

Before I can change my mind, I’m tapping on the app and her phone screen is popping up in front of me. I’ve never read anything like this in my life, but within minutes, I’m wrapped up in the filthiest sex scene I could’ve imagined.

I look back at the cover.

Feather and lock, my ass. Who knew what was hiding behind a cover like that?

I startle when Vera’s head falls to the side.

She’s sleeping. Only sleeping.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath. Here in first class, we have ample room, freedom to move, and the luxury of space to sleep in. However, if someone flops around. . . which is exactly what Vera does. . . one can find oneself in close proximity.

Her hair’s tickling my arm. Her fragrance envelops me, and as I watch, her hand rests gently on her chest.

What is she dreaming about? A scene about being dominated by a powerful alpha male? Losing total control. . .

She’s lived a sheltered life, that much I know. She hides behind her books and big words, and if I’ve learned anything, it’s that she lacks world experience. She has no current boyfriend, and based on what I’ve researched, she hasn’t had any serious relationships.

Yeah. I’d bet good money Vera Ivanova’s a virgin.

For one second too long, I allow myself time to fantasize. What would it be like to show her the world she only reads about? To dominate her, master her, see her sweet lips part in ecstasy and hear her seductive moan…

I shut the door on those thoughts with a ferocity that disallows anything more than perfect abstinence. I’ve done nothing but guard my emotions, yet I find myself attuned to her responses.

I remember how soft her hand felt when I shook it. How slight her body was when I moved her away from the luggage.

It would be a man’s greatest honor to dominate a woman like her. That level of trust. . . A challenge, yes, but one that I’d relish.

But I know I can’t allow myself to be swayed or to show weakness in any way, no matter how tantalizing she is.

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