Forcing her to meet my eyes, I murmured, "I'll be by your side forever, but I won't allow you to push me away again." Brushing her nose with mine, I added, "And I sense it, Tess. Your reluctance to tell me. You're floundering on your own, and it's pissing me off that you're not leaning on me. So lean, otherwise, I can't promise I'll keep my temper."
The opaque screen between driver and car interior slid down. I glowered as Franco spun in his seat, cocking his head. "We planning on sitting on this runway all day, or do you have a destination?"
Tess spun in my hold; I let her go. Her perfectly white cheeks rushed with colour. "Franco. What? How … " She gawked at my head of security.
Tess and Franco had formed an unlikely alliance. He'd treated her roughly when she first came to me-feeding off my need, letting himself taunt a slave who wasn't broken. He'd chased her when she ran, he'd hunted her when she was stolen, he'd been beside me every step, and I knew he had a deep respect for Tess. Even though he took a while to forgive her for leaving me bloody and oozing a month ago.
Franco's green eyes connected with Tess as I relaxed into the seat. I would never admit it, but I liked watching them interact. I liked that Tess wasn't afraid of him. I liked that Franco had developed an older brother protectiveness toward her.
When Franco didn't reply to Tess's mismatch of questions, she shifted in the leather to face him. "How did you get here?"
"Who do you think flew the bloody plane?"
Her eyes flew to mine; I kept my face blank. I shrugged, holding back a smile as she whipped to look at Franco again. "You fly, too?" Her shoulders were tense, head cocked warily. A swell of pride filled me. She didn't believe him.
As she shouldn't. He was a bullshitter.
"He flew in the cockpit to give us privacy," I said, letting the small smile twist my lips.
Tess's eyes locked onto mine. The blue looked softer, warmer. She must've known I wanted privacy in the hopes of another membership into the mile-high club.
I still couldn't get the thought of her on her knees with her cheek pressed to the helicopter carpet out of my mind. My cock throbbed at the memory of driving into her from behind. She'd been so hot and wet. After denying her an orgasm and being pissed at her for making me come against my will, the tension between us was out of this fucking world.
I swallowed, remembering how wild she'd been when I spanked her. How her back arched and she moaned that delicious fucking moan.
It had been the last time we'd been connected completely. Master and slave. Dominator and dominated. It linked us more than anything. It also made me realise I would do absolutely anything for this beautiful woman until the day I died.
It was also the day she disappeared.
Fuck. Even that memory was tainted by the bastard traffickers.
My hands curled on my thighs, wishing to all that was mighty to reincarnate Red Wolverine so I could rip open his chest, cut out his heart, and feed it to him while he choked for life.
Franco smiled, looking less civilized and more feral these days. Rio had changed both of us. "Privacy, huh? Doubt you'll get much of that with a wedding coming up. You're a lucky little lady, not having any in-laws to impress. Mercer, on the other hand, better be on his best behaviour."
Tess leaned back in her chair, fastening her seatbelt. "As far as I'm concerned, we're both on our own in this world. Just him and me." She flashed me a look full of shy promise and blatant loyalty.
Fuck me, I loved her. Overpowering awe grew day by day inside me. I'd sold my soul to her.
Her.
This woman who I would never take for granted.
I grabbed her hand, linking my fingers through hers. I didn't say a word. I didn't need to. Our souls did enough talking.
"Take us to the island, Franco. I need to take Tess somewhere completely private."
Her fingers twitched in mine. "Wait … what island?" Amazement widened her eyes. "Oh, my God, you own an island? We're getting married on an island that you own?"
Franco laughed. "Guess what it's called. Go on. You'll never guess."
Tess shook her head. "You own an island that you named?" Her fingers went loose as she looked at me like I was a stranger. "This is too much. Q-how … " Her question faded under the weight of wonderment.
I hated that. Hated the look of awe and confusion. Just like she looked at me when I showed her Moineau Holdings for the first time. She made me so fucking self-conscious of my wealth.
Yes, I own an island.
Yes, I'm fucking rich.