Page 5 of Depraved Royals

I could just drag Dani in here with me. Push her to her knees and thrust my cock into her mouth until she gags. Get it good and wet so I can balance her on this tiny basin and wreck her little pink pussy until I come inside her.

My cock is too hard to ignore. I free it from my pants and jerk it for a minute to relieve the ache.

But I know how to wait. I want to take my time. Really go to work on her. I won’t be satisfied until she screams herself hoarse and soaks the sheets with her pleasure.

A crackle and the pilot is speaking over the PA system. His voice is enough to kill the mood, and I zip myself up as he talks.

“So sorry, sir. Due to weather conditions, we will have to stop in England, specifically Heathrow International, London. Stand by for landing and re-take your seats, please.”

I leave the bathroom and sit down again. Dani’s expression is one of panic.

“London?” she says. “I don’t have anywhere to go in London, and I need to get home today! It’s my parent’s wedding anniversary party, and I promised them I’d be there.”

How sweet. Fyodor and Marta Pushkin, celebrating their happiness. I hope they fucking enjoy it because it’s the last anniversary they’ll ever have.

“I’m sure they’ll understand,” I say. I pick up a champagne flute and knock it back, wincing. “Fuck me. That’s disgusting.”

Dani looks on the verge of tears. She wrings her hands anxiously as she looks at me.

I know I’m a sick bastard. Her shining eyes turn me on more than they should.

Dani sits up straight and pulls herself together, throwing a big smile at me. It’s adorable.

“So, I guess I have to make the best of it,” she says. “I don’t have money or cards, but I can sort it out, I’m sure.”

“You are staying with me.”

There’s a long pause. I decide to keep talking before she comes up with a reason to refuse. Because her motives are of no interest to me, and I won’t take them into account, there’s no need to waste her time or mine debating it.

“I have a suite in Knightsbridge,” I say. “It’s empty as my family is in New York. You and I can stay there tonight. I’ll make sure you get on the earliest possible commercial flight home tomorrow if you’re still this keen to get away from me.”

Dani opens her mouth to say something but decides against it.

“Well, I’ve come this far,” she says. “Why not?”

* * *

The suite has been serviced and is spotless. It’s a large, airy space with a private elevator and panoramic windows on all four sides.

Dani is loosening up a little. We’ve both had a decent amount of the ice-cold Russian Standard that is always in my refrigerator, and while I’m used to it, I have to assume she isn’t. She’s not drunk, but she’s got the pleasant buzz that comes with a good vodka.

The concierge knows me well and has provided me with my usual comforts. I made an additional request, and now he’s knocking at the door.

I walk back into the lounge, carrying a large suitcase.

Dani frowns. “That’s not mine. My bag is probably lonely on the carousel at JFK right now.”

“This,” I say, “isyours. Got you a few clothing items, toiletries, that sort of thing. A shower and clean clothes are a basic human right.”

She smiles. “Thank you, Kal.”

Hearing her say my name is fucking hot. Her thanking me is even more alluring.

I wanna do things to her she’ll be grateful for.

Dani lies back on the sofa.

“I feel better now, and I’ll feel better still when I’ve had a shower.” She frowns. “I probably shouldn’t drink. I’m just worried about my parents.”

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