Page 19 of Possess Me
After that, her stories had gotten more bizarre, which had prompted me to take early retirement from the Air Force.
When I’d questioned her, she’d gone from being doe-eyed to annoyed, finally forbidding me from asking blasphemous questions.
Why was I rethinking about the play by play now? Maybe I was hopeful I could find evidence that would help put Antonio behind bars for good.
I still couldn’t get the latch to the suitcase undone. I was anxious and flushed from embarrassment.
“We have two perfect cabins for you, Mr. Dmitriyev. Both with spectacular ocean views. And of course, we have a tropical bar open every day from eleven a.m. They serve light food. There’s a lovely market just down the street where you’ll find fresh fruits and vegetables, wines and meats and everything your heart desires.”
Why did the girl’s voice suddenly become a seductive purr? I took a few seconds to glance at her face. My God, the woman was fucking him with her eyes. Did that make me jealous? Oh, hell, no.
Now I was pissed at my suitcase. I just wanted to get to my room and relax. Very much alone. Why had I picked the suitcase I’d had since I left for boot camp? Because I hadn’t been thinking clearly, a regularity for the last two weeks.
“Damn it!” My hiss immediately drew both their attention.
“Can I help you with that?” Vissarian asked, the amusement in his voice as irritating as the situation. And my freaking life.
“No!” I said a little too forcefully as I jerked at the flanges. Suddenly, they sprang free and the force I’d used somehow managed to pummel half the contents from the case.
Immediately, he dropped down to help me, his gorgeous hands grabbing my belongings.
The gesture was nice, but far too personal.
And embarrassing as hell.
When his fingers wrapped around my long, thick, and very purple vibrator, I wanted nothing more than to slink underneath the mosaic tile floor.
While I remained mortified, frozen on the spot with my face no doubt turning beet red, he was smiling from ear to ear, his stunning eyes sparkling in the LED lighting as he held the object of sin into the air.
“Mmm… I can tell what’s on your mind, Fallon, and what you hunger for.” His tone was even more commanding than before, also alluring in a way that created a vacuum surrounding me.
I licked my lips in response, the involuntary gesture capturing his attention.
“While a decent choice, I assure you there is nothing quite like the real thing.” He twisted the sex toy in his fingers, nodding a few times as if approving of my choice. When he dared turn it on, I glared at him, trying to keep my anger level in check. He was paying me after all.
“Do you mind? That’s mine.”
Taking his sweet time, he flicked the switch, quieting the toy. I could tell the girl behind the counter was trying to suppress her laughter. Why in God’s name had I tossed it into my suitcase? I honestly couldn’t remember doing so. Maybe it had been under a handful of thongs I’d also brought. Seconds later, he carefully placed the vibrator into my suitcase.
If that wasn’t enough to keep the suffering intact, next he grabbed one of two books I’d brought with me. The smile returned, perhaps even more devilish than before.
“Captured by the Mafia Don.” When he read the title out loud, he made it seem like what I was reading was indeed a mortal sin. “A fascinating choice. Maybe during the trip you’ll share his techniques.”
My reactions weren’t quick enough. He just had to turn to the page I’d dog-eared. Of course he would. As soon as his eyebrows arched, I tried to jerk the book from his hand. He was having none of it, grinning as if he’d unearthed some tremendous secret. And I’d be damned if he wasn’t reading the page.
This would definitely go down in the books as the worst day ever.
“Alessandro’s cock was huge, the veins on the sides pulsing. As he walked toward me, I shuddered, thrilled from theanticipation of a single touch of his hand. On your knees, he told me in a husky tone. Open that sweet mouth of yours, baby girl. You’re going to deep throat my dick.”
I thought for certain the poor girl who was checking us in was going to have a heart attack. She fanned her face, which was now the color of the crimson potted plant beside her desk.
“Such a fantastic read.” Vissarian was enjoying himself, adding insult to injury.
The way he slowly lowered his gaze to my chest dragged me from my hypnotic spell. “I’m a voracious reader. I appreciate all forms of literature.” I jammed the rest of the items into the suitcase, yanking the book from his hand.
He chuckled again, rising to his full height while I hissed under my breath and yanked my wallet into my hand.
With a brutal snap, I closed the case and stood, raking hair from my face as I pulled out my driver’s license, also handing her my passport. “This should do it.”
