She sprinted upstairs to Isaak’s office. Isaak could make Justin understand... she hoped.
His secretary wasn’t at her desk, so Anna hurried to Isaak’s open door. “Isaak!”
“Anna?” Isaak stood and walked around his desk. “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?”
“Justin... he’s... he saw my bruises and he’s pissed at Travis because he told him not to get involved.”
Isaak frowned down at Anna’s wrists. “Devin?”
She nodded. “Justin’s really angry, Isaak. I’m afraid?—”
There was a commotion in the hallway and Anna heard yelling.
Isaak pushed past her and looked out the main office door. “Wait here.” He disappeared around the corner.
He returned a few minutes later with Justin and Travis. Travis had a bruise on his cheek and Justin was huffing and glaring at him.
“Oh, no!” Anna stared at the two dancers. “What?—”
“Anna, go back to the studio,” Isaak said in a calm voice. “Delia will start class if I’m not back.”
Anna glanced at the two men again, then went back to the studio. One of the dancers told her how Justin and Travis’ argument had escalated, and that Justin had punched Travis in the face.
Anna appreciated Justin’s caring, but if he wasn’t careful, he was going to attract Devin’s attention, and that was never a good thing.
Chapter 80
Early Friday afternoon, Anna rode with Devin in a limo to the airport. She hadn’t told him about the fight between Justin and Travis. Devin had been back to his nice self since he’d punished her and she wanted nothing to change that.
Anna sighed and squirmed as he nibbled on her neck. His hand slipped up under her silk shirt and cupped her lace-covered breast. He massaged it gently and tugged on her nipple ring.
“Devin...” They were almost at the airport and she wanted him so badly. He’d been teasing her the entire car ride and she was going crazy with desire. “Please...”
He chuckled. “Please what, Baby?”
“Please fuck me.” She moaned as he pinched her nipple painfully. But it was good pain.
“We’re almost there. There’s no time.”
She squirmed in her seat again. He hadn’t seemed upset that she’d been doing it and so she continued showing him her frustration that way.
His hand moved to her leg and he lightly trailed his fingertips up her inner thigh. “Your legs are wet.” He kissed her ear. “I imagine your panties are soaking.” His hand moved up a few inches more and he skimmed his fingers over her swollen sex. She moaned and he chuckled. “So wet for me, Baby?”
“Yes...” He continued to skim his fingers over her panties and she cried out in frustration.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to dive into your hot body, Anna, though you might burn my cock off.”
He kept teasing her as they passed the terminal. “Where are we going?”
“A private hangar. I finally broke down and bought a private jet. Didn’t have a need before now and I liked fucking the flight attendants. But since you’re with me now...” He bit her neck. “I find a need for more privacy.” He removed his hand from between her legs. “And, I didn’t want to be pinned to a schedule.”
Anna watched out the window as they pulled up to a small jet. Well, small compared to the monstrosity of the Kunzberg family jet. That was the size of a regular airliner. This was smaller, more like the conventional idea one would have about private jets. There was a “G” on the back tail followed by a number, but Anna couldn’t read it from where she stood.
“Kaveh will be joining us and I promise you...” Devin turned her around to look at her. “You won’t be screaming in frustration by the time we land.”
The limo stopped near the base of the stairs, and Ian appeared in the doorway of the jet. He hurried down the stairs as the driver opened their door. Devin took her hand and led her up the stairs and into the spacious passenger compartment.
Royal blue carpet covered the floor and windows lined the entire length of the area. Two small tables were flanked by light-brown leather chairs, while two leather couches occupied the center, and a larger table with four seats sat behind them. There was a wall at the back of the plane, dividing the two areas, and the door was partially open.