Page 34 of Trident: Mayhem Makers

“Hmm. Tell me, pet, does your bra match these lovely knickers?”

“Yes, sir.”

He gave her a sleazy smile he no doubt thought was sexy but made me want to puke. “Not sure I believe you. I’m going to need to you to prove it to me. Strip down to your underwear. You’re to stay that way until we prepare to descend to land. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

She immediately started to unbutton her blouse. Shock that this chick would follow such orders, given by a stranger, with such ease had me struck mute. Sure enough, her large—fake—breasts were barely contained in a lacy black bra that indeed matched the rest of her underwear.

“Do a turn for me, pet. Show me if that arse of yours is as lush as I hope it is.”

With a swing to her hips, she turned so she was now facing me, her back to my uncle. The smug smile she gave me had me rolling my eyes. Stupid idiot thought she was winning something from me. She couldn’t be more wrong, but if she wanted to be a mafia mile high club whore, that was her choice.

With a groan, my uncle grabbed her cheeks and gave each a squeeze before he released her.

“Hands on the table, pet.”

Less than a heartbeat later, she’d leaned forward as he’d ordered and he began to spank her in earnest. Delivering hard slaps to her arse until both cheeks grew pink enough I could see it, and the scent of her arousal filled the air, making me scrunch my nose up before I shook my head in disbelief over the way she was obviously enjoying being treated like a fucking sex object by a perfect stranger.

“Turn around and drop to your knees, pet. You have one more job to do before you can get on with the dinner service.”

“Yes, sir.” Again, without hesitation, she turned and lowered down to her knees, her fingers on his fly before I could blink. Fuck, she was keen. Shifting in my seat, I focused out the window, not wanting to see my uncle’s dick but unfortunately, itwasn’t such an easy task to block out the slurping and gagging noises the woman made as my uncle fucked her mouth.

Once I heard him close his zipper, I glanced over to see that he wasn’t done with her. Still on her knees in front of him, he’d shoved her bra down and was toying with her breasts.

“Your surgeon did a marvelous job, pet. And the nipple rings are a nice touch.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad you like them.”

Probably a good thing I hadn’t eaten yet. I was sure I’d have thrown it up by now if I had.

“After you bring us our dinner, you’ll go to the cockpit dressed exactly like this and tell Ramirez that you are a gift to him from me to enjoy for his assistance today. His co-pilot can handle the plane while he enjoys you.”

Her body stiffened a little when he’d mentioned Ramirez. Interesting. Guess she either knew him and didn’t like him, or she just wasn’t as eager to fuck the help, only a made-man. Either way, she was smiling by the time she’d risen to her feet and turned toward the rear of the plane.

I reached out and grabbed her wrist as she passed. Pausing a few moments before I spoke to enjoying the way my uncle stiffened and lost his post-sex glow as he wondered what I was going to say.

“Could you please bring me some pain killers with dinner? I have a wicked headache.”

She smiled, relief in her gaze. Apparently, like my uncle, she’d thought I was going to ask something less innocent. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll get that sorted out for you and be back soon.”

Releasing her wrist, she strode away and I turned back to glare at my uncle.

“Was that really necessary? Seriously? Getting the stewardess to blow you?”

“That was your fault, Grace. I had to prove to you that she would not help you in whatever scheme you were cooking up in that pretty head of yours. And once Ramirez finishes with her, she won’t be much good for anything at all. Our pilot will be more than happy to do anything I ask of him.”

While I’d never before wished for unconsciousness, I was now. If I was out cold, I wouldn’t have to hear any of the bullshit these men intended to inflict on the oh so willing stewardess.

“How much longer until we land?”

Throwing his head back he laughed at my obvious discomfort, but didn’t offer up a fucking answer.

Bastard.

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