Page 49 of Sweetest Sin
Will he try to take him away from me?
“Let’s go,” he says, taking hold of my wrist with such strength that I squeal out in pain.
“That hurts!” I hiss, trying to get free of his grasp.
He loosens his hold just barely as he guides us to another door that seems to be a back way. The halls are empty, aside from his spy, who’s following us to wherever we’re going.
When we step into the gangway, it hits me …
“No! No, no, no!” I wriggle my wrist. “You can’t kidnap me!” I can see part of a jet from here, and I know if I’m forced onto it, nothing will ever be the same.
“Stop it!” Dominick barks, now dragging me onto the jet. “I’m not kidnapping you.”
“Really? What would you call forcing me onto a plane against my will?”
“Giving you a ride back to Coral Bay,” he deadpans.
Fuck, this is bad.
There’s only one reason he’d want to go to Coral Bay.
Damien.
We step onto the plane, similar to the one I saw him on a couple of days ago.
Holy shit, how has it only been a couple of days?
It’s sleek with mahogany wood and creamy leather, screaming wealth and opulence. The flight attendant scurries around to get things ready, but she doesn’t greet Dominick, telling me that she knows exactly who he is.
“Is this your plane?” I ask, too curious for my own good.
“Sit,” he commands, ignoring my question.
“No.”
His jaw tics, but I hold my ground, refusing to make this easy on him. He’s kidnapping me, for goodness’ sake, regardless if it’s to take me home.
“Fine.”
He shrugs, and I think he’s going to relent. But then he leans over and flings me over his shoulder like I’m a damn rag doll.
“Dominick! Put me down!” I yell as he stalks toward the back of the plane.
I’m upside down, kicking and screaming, demanding repeatedly that he put me down, but he doesn’t listen.
“Keep it up, and I’m going to spank your ass,” he murmurs, forcing my thoughts to go back to our night together—when he fucked me from behind in the bathroom, smacking my ass.
I’ve been with men since him, but none of them pleasured me in the way Dominick had done that night.
I squirm, thinking about our time together, and the asshole chuckles. Fucking chuckles! I hate how well he can read my body. He barely knows me, for God’s sake, yet he somehow knows my body better than anyone else I’ve been with.
He swings the door open and then drops me onto a bed. The room is simple yet elegant, and despite being clean, I can smell his masculine scent lingering in here.
“Now,” he says, pulling a chair over to the edge of the bed and sitting on it, “we have about an hour until we get to Coral Bay, and we’re going to talk.”
I eye the closed door, and he shakes his head.
“The plane doors are being closed, and we’re about to take off. You’re not going anywhere.”
