Page 63 of Scarlett Thief (Criminal Underground 2)

“Perhaps.”

He hummed softly under his breath, taking a sip of his drink before leaning forward. His gaze was sharp and knowing while his smile was playful, as if he knew everything I wanted without me having to say it.

“Do you want to become a mile high club member with me, Princess? Because I would love to have that.”

“Oh, you don’t have that already?” I asked with a scowl. The blonde attendant was gorgeous and Hadrian was outspoken in his sexual pleasures. I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them together or perhaps another flight attendant. I knew that I had no claim on the time before we’d known each other, but jealousy was a fickle beast, and I couldn’t help but feel irritated.

Hadrian’s gaze hardened at my tone. “Let me make one thing clear,” he said, his tone quiet but no less steely. “I want this with you and you alone. And to answer your question, no, I’ve never fucked someone in a plane before.”

I bit my bottom lip. Guilt flared bright. “Sorry, I just…”

What could I say? Sorry, I was just insanely jealous over the idea of you fucking the flight attendant like you fucked me last night?I flinched. Even in my mind, that sounded ridiculous.

“Do you want this or not?” Hadrian demanded.

I hesitated. Here was my chance to get him on his knees, to get payback for all of their relentless teasing like I’d promised I would. Use my favor to be the one in charge, but the more the thought swirled in my head, the more I didn’t want that. I enjoyed being their submissive, and as much as I would enjoy getting to rub his nose in my win, I couldn’t bring myself to do it at the cost of our dynamic.

Do I want to do this on a plane with other people and Wolf in the back room?I absolutely did, but it was also soreal. It wasn’t just one night, not anymore.

“Yes, Sir. I want this.”

“You want to submit to me here on my jet?” he questioned again, ensuring he knew exactly what I wanted before starting. I tucked away the victory of him admitting this was his jet and nodded, but when his brow raised, I swallowed. Nerves and desire building through my body as I answered once more.

“Yes, Sir.”

"Undress for me." His voice was silky smooth. Enticing. Hypnotic. I found myself moving in spite of myself, standing up, and glancing back and forth up the aisle as the plane rose ever higher into the sky. Now that the seatbelt sign had been turned off, I felt safer—but this still felt very public. The attendant could come back at any moment. "I'm waiting, Scarlett," Hadrian prompted.

My fingers trembled slightly as I moved them to the buttons of my shirt. Each one slipped out, seeming to come undone rather easily despite my unusually bumbling movements. I wasn't like this. I was a seducer. I was a master at sex, but with Hadrian—and Wolf—I felt out of my depth. Everything that had to do with sex, at least with them, was all about giving up some sort of control. I wasn't used to giving up control. I'd liked it last night, though. I'd more than liked it. I'd reveled in it. And no matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise, I knew I wanted to revel in it forever.

For people like us—for criminals with weaknesses and targets on their back—trust wasn't easy to come by. But maybe it wasn't about trust. Maybe it was about a give and take that I'd never experienced before.

My shirt slipped off my shoulders and I folded it, setting the fabric in my abandoned seat as I removed my bra next, laying it on top, and then moved to the zipper of my skirt. It came down just as easily and then it, too, was gone along with my underwear. I reached down to unbuckle my heels, but as I did, Hadrian held a hand up.

"Leave those on, Princess," he said, his eyes roving down over my breasts and stomach and thighs. "I like you in heels. Even when you stand next to Wolf or me—you're still so fucking tiny. Come sit on my lap, love. I want you to feel how much I want you."

"Hadrian..." I began hesitantly.

His expression hardened. "I didn't take you for the type to back out of a bet, Scarlett," he said coldly. "Or did you also forget that you agreed to obey me in this—it's not just Wolf; you must obey me too. He's not the only Dom here."

"I didn't—"

He shook his head, cutting me off. "Either get yourself on my lap now—right fucking now—or end this. You choose. You can either be afraid or you can be the strong and brave woman I know you are and you can take a little pleasure with your punishment."

When he put it like that...I gingerly moved closer, easing one leg over his lap and lifting myself until my hands were grasping at his shoulders to keep myself above him. There was no hiding how I truly felt now—he could see how wet I was, could feel it as his thick fingers moved south.

I gasped as his hand moved between my legs. I could feel his eyes on my face as I bit my lip and whimpered as he sank first one finger into my pussy and then a second, fucking them in and out in long passes.

"For someone who was so hesitant, you certainly don't feel like you hate it," he taunted.

I stiffened, clenching down on the hand between my thighs as his thumb moved up and circled my clit. Already, I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm barreling toward me.

"You're so wet, Scarlett, you're practically soaking my hand. Do you like this? Use your words, Princess. I want to hear you tell me if you like what I'm doing to this pussy."

Trying to speak when he was fucking me with his fingers was like trying to pry the words out of a locked box. "I … like it," I panted.

"What do you like about it?" he pressed.

God, why couldn’t he be like normal men? Why couldn’t he throw me on the table, fuck my brains out, let me orgasm, and then walk away? Why did he have to ask all of these embarrassing questions? Why did he have to make me feel like I was the only thing in the world he was focused on?

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