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Wolf

The dull roar of the airplane engine cut through the open airfield as we pulled up in a taxi to what looked to be an Embraer Phenom 300. A low whistle left my lips as I cut a look toward Hadrian as he popped open the back door and helped Scarlett out of the vehicle. I didn't know planes or jets as well as some people—but there was no doubt that this fucker was an expensive one. At least eight million.Just who the hell was Hadrian?

"You own this?" I clarified as I slung my go bag against my back, popping the trunk of the taxi, and took out Scarlett's as well. We'd left the flat behind, along with the majority of the supplies we'd brought. Everything we would need was in these bags, so even when the driver got out to help, I waved him away.

"A friend owns it," Hadrian replied with a grin as he pushed a pair of aviators over his eyes and turned as the stairs were lowered to the ground. A blonde in a split skirt and heels began to make her way down. "He owed me a favor."

“Interesting friends you’ve got there, Hadrian,” I replied. “Very interesting.”

His smirk was nothing if not smug. Scarlett moved around the back of the taxi to me, reaching for her bag as blondie approached. I lifted it high and gave her a look. “The fuck are you doing, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Trying to get my bag, asshole,” she snarked back, reaching for it yet again.

Without a second thought, I transferred both bags to one hand and used my free arm to circle her waist and press her back against the side of the car. “You’re going to have to learn what it means to be ours, baby,” I said, lowering my voice as I ground my already hardening cock against her stomach. “It means, we take care of what’s ours. Now, get your ass in that plane before I spank it.”

Hadrian grinned as Scarlett pushed away from me and stormed off—all fire and vinegar. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d seen the way she’d softened against me right before she’d attempted to shove me back. I’d let her, but mostly because no matter how she tried to hide it still, I knew she had feelings for me. The truth was there in the little hitch of her breath as I’d pushed my cock against her and the dilation of her pupils.

Hadrian shook his head. “She’s a wild one.”

“That she is,” I replied with a smile. “That she fucking is.” And I didn’t mind one bit.

"Welcome, Mr. Smith," the blonde said as she approached us, stepping to the side when Scarlett marched past her. She paused, glancing uneasily between where Scarlett was ascending the stairs into the jet and then back to us. Finally, she appeared to come to some decision. She plastered a big smile on her face and clasped her hands in front of her. "My name is Marie and I'll be your attendant today. We've arranged for a short flight to Geneva. The jet is fully fueled and my employer sends his regards. He said that I should let you know that the jet is at your disposal for several days should you need it."

As Hadrian nodded his acknowledgment, I couldn't help but wonder just who this woman's employer was. The jet was nice—newer. Expensive. Whoever owned it obviously had money, and knowing Hadrian, it was likely that money was made in ways that weren’t entirely legal. Or perhaps it was, the woman spoke in a British accent. Perhaps it was someone who had previously hired Hadrian—or rather, El Diablo.

Marie gestured to the jet. "There is champagne and refreshments on standby, gentlemen. There are a few things we still need to do before we take off, but we should have you there within the next few hours."

"Thank you, Marie," Hadrian said. He stepped past her and headed in the same direction as Scarlett, leaving me to follow.

The interior of the jet was just as impressive as the exterior. Whitewash floors, about a dozen or so cream leather seats large enough to fit a man of my size with small comfortable tables set in between. Scarlett was already seated, a cell phone in her hand as she typed away, glancing up when I circled Hadrian—leaving him to deal with Marie. I reached above and settled our bags in the overhead bins, snapping the compartments shut before leaning down and snatching the phone from Scarlett's hand.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "I'm setting up transport for when we land. I need that."

"Do you?" I held it just out of her reach.

Those dark chocolate eyes of hers grew heated right before they rolled. My hand itched to slap her ass. "You're such a fucking child," she complained.

I leaned closer. "If you want it back," I said. "All you need to do is kiss me for it."

She blinked as if startled but then her eyes slid down to my lips. Scarlett swayed forward in her seat and I dipped my head, waiting.

"That's all, hmmm?" she asked, her tone growing softer and deeper at the same time. Her hands moved to my sides and she used her hold on my hips to pull herself up to a standing position. I backed up, waiting to see what she would do.

I damn near groaned when she pressed herself against me from chest to hip. Her fingers dug into my sides before releasing and sliding up my chest, over the black T-shirt. Her hands stilled as they neared my pecs and I grinned when she squeezed roughly, her nails scratching over my front as she scraped them down over my nipples. Naughty little brat, but shit, I was pretty sure I loved that about her.

I stiffened when that thought hit me.Love?I wondered. Did I love her? I still hardly knew her, and yet ... as she leaned up onto her toes, pressing her open mouth to mine—letting her tongue come out to twine with mine—I felt like I knew more about her than most people in her life. I knew about her father. I knew about Jaxson. I knew how she looked when she took a cock in her pussy—and her ass. I knew how she looked submissive and when she came. She was so fucking dangerous, and she kissed like a dream.

Her tongue was so expert in its movements, swirling against mine as my hands lowered to her hips, that it took me a moment to realize that the phone in my hand was gone when she pulled away. "Payment paid," she said, her cheeks flushed as she turned and retook her seat.

"You're so getting a fucking spanking," I informed her, and I would've delivered it right then and there, regardless of Marie and the pilot being in the front of the plane—I would've turned her over my knee and yanked that pretty pencil skirt up and spanked her until her skin was a beautiful red had it not been for my phone going off at exactly that moment. She was lucky.

Her eyes returned to her task and I pulled out my cell, checking the caller ID before I put it to my ear. "Ian," I said. "What do you have for me?"

"Do you have a private place to talk?" Ian's gruff voice came over the line.

“One moment,” I said, glancing up and down the plane's interior. I wouldn't have minded having this conversation with him in front of Scarlett or Hadrian—this concerned them as well, after all. But Marie was another story. I pulled the phone from my ear and pressed it to my shirt front, leaning over into Hadrian’s side. I whispered low enough for only him to hear, “I’ll be back, news from our contacts.”

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