Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(142)

“Show me more,” he demanded.

“No!” I whispered teasingly. “The flight attendant…”

“You want her too? I’m sure she can be persuaded…”

“What?” I gasped, giggling breathlessly, feeling my collarbones going bright pink and humid. “No… No, I mean it.”

But he was already raising a finger in the air. “Amber?” he called out.

“Dec! Stop!” I objected as seriously as I could.

He shrugged. I could hear her footsteps coming up the aisle behind me and widened my eyes in warning.

“OK, well she could maybe just take care of Jackson, then?” he asked innocently.

“No!” I barked out, surprising myself with the volume. My breath caught in my throat and I could hear my blood in my ears as I tried to stamp out any sign of my inner turmoil. I glanced at Jackson to see his reaction. He lifted his chin to the flight attendant with a kind smile.

“Just wondering if we can get some privacy, Jennifer,” he said confidently.

“Oh, of course, sir,” she said and I heard her footsteps promptly retreat and the sound of the curtain being drawn across the aisle.

“Your loss,” Declan said, cocking his head sideways. “So where were we then?”

I suppressed my irritation and squinted at him.

OK, calm yourself, woman, I thought. He was just teasing you anyway.

“I have no memory of us being anywhere,” I said stubbornly.

He raised his eyebrows at me, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. The plane must have turned because a shaft of golden sunlight swept through the cabin, momentarily haloing him, setting his eyelashes individually aflame.

Christ, you have got to be kidding me, I thought in awe as my body sent out warning flares. My skin wanted very much to be handled by that god-like figure glowing in front of me, more or less immediately, thank you very much.

As though he heard me, suddenly he was on his knees in front of me. I flinched and gasped, straining to keep still while my heart banged emphatically in my chest.

His eyes were fixed on my thighs. I could feel the heat.

“Show me,” he demanded.

I stayed completely still, knowing if I did nothing, he would surely do something. I was dying to find out what it would be.

“Margot, I am warning you now,” he growled. “If you don’t do as I ask, there will be consequences.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You don’t threaten me, Declan,” I taunted him.

“Then you haven’t been paying attention,” he said with a superior smirk.

Reaching toward me, he placed a firm hand on my knee and dragged it toward him. His eyes burned into mine as my legs were forced open. I struggled to keep his gaze and not look away, accepting his challenge to the best of my ability.

“Maybe I just don’t scare that easy,” I suggested.

“Or maybe you need some instruction,” he replied. “I’d like to see you there.”

I shook my head. “Excuse me?”

He cut his eyes toward the sofa across the aisle. “There,” he repeated.

I stood slowly from my chair and took two steps toward the long bench, then placed my hands on my hips and gave him a saucy stare. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jackson’s interest escalate. He rubbed hard at his jaw and shifted in his chair.

“Turn around,” Declan commanded.

“Why?” I asked innocently, loving the game.

In an instant he was right in front of me. I commanded my body not to flinch as he stared me down hard, his eyes gleaming and eager.

“Because I want to see your ass,” he growled.

His hand was firm on my elbow, twisting me easily where I stood. Before I knew it I was facing in the opposite direction, the bench hard against my knees. His hands cupped my shoulders and pushed, forcing my upper body forward.

I laid my hands flat on the back of the sofa, bent over with my feet apart. He flung my dress over my hips and yanked my panties down to the top of my thighs. My legs tensed as I realized how exposed and vulnerable I looked, and I wanted to turn away but his hands gripped my hips and held me helpless and immobile.

“Declan,” I began to object.

“You see, I know what you want,” he interrupted. I heard the sound of his zipper going down. His fingers trailed slowly down the backs of my thighs, raising my skin into goosebumps. Despite myself, I felt my legs flex as I went on my tiptoes.

“Yes, that’s very nice,” I agreed hoarsely.

“And this?” he said, stroking the inside of my thighs, pinching me lightly.

“Yes,” I nodded, beginning to relax.

He palmed my buttocks, pulling them apart lightly. I felt the warm head of his cock bounce against the furrow of my ass and sucked my breath through my teeth.