As the plane begins to speed up into the sky, I tell myself that I won’t even look at Romeo until I have to. Which will be when we do the stupid opener, and then I’m out of there because I’ll have won. No time to waste looking at his perfect face, seducing me into nothing productive. I down another drink as we reach cruising altitude and are“free to move about the cabin.”
By the looks of the waitresses' tray, Romeo and I have the same idea because there is a round of shots on his tray.Like I care anyway.I roll my eyes and lay my head back on the seat to sleep the rest of the nightmare away, and then I hear the loudest music booming from a speaker.
I whip my head back to see Romeo jamming out, full-volume, taking two shots like he’s the only person on this plane trying to forget someone. Fucking idiot. I remember I’m not supposed to be looking at him, so I whip my head around with a growl. I do attempt to ignore it for a bit, but the swelling of the music matches the anger growing inside, and I burst.
“Can you turn that off?!” I yell over top of it. No response. “Romeo!” I call, and the music grows louder. I set out to speak again, but I can’t even hear my own voice, so I stand up in a huff and stop back to him. My eyes spot the source of his music, a boombox sitting on the table beside him. He looks up at me; shock and defiance are written across his stupidly perfect face.
I reach over and turn it off. He watches me do this before standing up, a foot from me, brows low in anger as he turns it back on. I watch him do this, feel that stupid pull between us that fills the gaps in my bones, so I can breathe right again, and I’m angry. Angry that this feeling will not stop happening despite every angry feeling boiling between us.
I don’t let him win, reaching over and turning it off again. He takes a step closer to me, furiously turning it back on. And as I reach to turn it off again, he grabs my wrist, pinning me to the wall, and our faces collide in an angry attempt to prove some point. I couldn’t tell you what it even was in the first place that we were mad about. That's how much power he holds over me. Maybe I’m right, that we fucking hate one another for making each other feel this way.
Whatever it is, I don’t care, and apparently, neither do my hands because they’ve already moved on without me. Untying his sweats and pulling them down to reveal his hardening cock that presses up against me as he kisses down my neck. I wrap my leg around his back and moans as he lowers down my body, ripping off my tank top— and I do hear a rip.
I unzip his hood to reveal his bare abs, and he flings it off, lifting me away from the wall and laying me on the floor. His sweats are off now, and all that remains of our clothes are our undergarments. His hands are pinning my wrists to the floor, and he roughly kisses me, and I don’t fight him, though I want to.
“Oh.” I hear the flight attendant quickly back out of the room and close the door between her quarters and ours. This doesn’t deter or distract us. It’s only background noise to the passion between us. Is it anger, revenge, lust? I think it’s all of them, but most of all is that fucking pull between us that is stronger than ever despite our horrible fight last night.
Our bodies are crashing into one another as he sucks on my neck and down my breasts, turning me over onto my stomach while still holding my hands to the floor. His fingers pull down my underwear as he lifts my hips, and I’m begging for him to enter me with the sheer readiness of my body. I know he won’t make this so easy, now he’s mad, and I remind myself I am too.
“Fuck me,” I snarl through gritted teeth, and Romeo smacks my ass.
“I hate you,” he snaps. “I fucking hate you, and I hate how much I want you.” As he says it, I feel his cockhead pressing against my ass, and I arch backward–because, of course, I do. Because I deserve this. I deserve for the last time he fucks me to be him fucking my ass as hard as he can.
He thrusts into me, and the feeling is out of this world. I am once again swept up into his body. Everything about him— my anger for him, my malice, the sheer annoyance of his presence— everything is gone because at this moment, I’m fucking living again.
I feel the rush of blood flooding throughout my body, carrying the adrenalin and ecstasy to every inch of me. He thrusts deep into me, and I moan. He slaps my ass again.
“You make noise, you get slapped.” He grunts, and I nod, pressing my forehead to the rough carpet of the plane. He slows his thrusts as his hand makes its way to my wet pussy. It’s wetter than it’s ever been, wetter than last night because I’m burning up under the weight of his touch. His fingers find their way to my opening, and he doubles over me, unhooking my bra with his teeth. It falls to the floor, and he grabs my breast with my wetness on his fingers, smearing it around my nipples, and I moan again. This time he slaps me twice, thrusting hard into me.
I hold my breath and bite down on my tongue, so nothing escapes my mouth. He guides his hand back to my opening in response. At first, he sticks his finger inside as he presses to the very back of me, hard cock in my ass, still thrusting. He continues this motion with each finger, adding more and more until I’m shaking, nearly about to pass out from the immense pleasure.
When I feel his thumb enter as well, I know exactly what he is doing. I want to moan at the mere thought of his hand filling me, long hard cock thrusting in my ass as he does. This is the most pleasure I’ve ever endured, and it is an endurance because I feel out-of-body most of the time when he touches me. I’m nearly there. Can feel it, but I know if I come now, he will stop out of anger I know he still holds.
The rest of his hand pushes past my opening, and his fist clenches inside. This time I cannot stop myself, and I moan so loudly that he thrusts inside me. His cock and hand thrust vigorously, and within seconds I’m panting like an animal, wheezing and yelling his name as I reach the peak of a pleasure so deep and so expansive that I can’t see anything. I’m panting, riding it out as he continues to thrust, and then he pulls his cock out of me. He uses a free hand to rub my clit, and I’m building to another height again as he slowly pulls his fist out. Just as it’s out, I reach another peak and fall over to the side.
He wastes no time, coming up behind me and lying parallel to me. His hands grab my waist, and I barely get the chance to see him rip off the condom he was wearing and roll another one down his length before he shoves his entire cock into my wet pussy.
“Romeo—” I begin to moan, and he cups my mouth with his wet hand. I taste myself on him, sweet and damp. I breathe deeply through my nose as he thrusts into me quicker. Honestly, I don’t care anymore because nothing compares to his cock inside my body. I’m moaning his name, accepting his hand over my face, and then he lets it go, cupping my breasts as he fucks me faster than I’ve ever fucked. His motions are quick and steady, and everything in me swells again.
“I don’t trust you enough anymore to fuck you raw,” Romeo snarls. “I should have come in your ass, but I needed your fucking pussy. Because you drive me insane, Lydia, or whatever the fuck your name is. I hope you didn’t lie to me about the birth control before, but I won’t be making that same mistake again.”
“I wasn’t lying,” I gasp, arching against him as he grinds his cock roughly into me.
“Fuck.” He moans in my ear as he thrusts harder, and I’m nearing the top of my pleasure, ever more euphoric and powerful than the last few. We’re moaning now, music blaring from his stupid speaker, our bodies sticky with desire and malice. I moan as I feel him throbbing even with the condom, coming inside of me as chills rise over every inch of my body. He continues to thrust as we pant, falling down the edge of our pleasure cliff and back down to reality.
He pulls out, and we lay there for a moment. For that one moment, I am about to say something, about to apologize or something, but I know it won’t do. Nothing can make up for what I’m actually doing to him. He shouldn’t trust me, I am a liar, and despite whatever feelings we may have for one another, it doesn’t change those facts. He gets up, barely touching me, as he grabs his clothes, makes his way to the table, and turns off his music. I grit my teeth and stand to my feet, quickly changing back into my clothes and slumping back to my seat.
Tears start to well in my eyes because I’ve spoiled them too much by letting them fall yesterday. I close my eyes so they don’t fall, shove the ache in my heart away, and force myself to fall asleep. At the very least, my dreams will provide me relief from this horrible pain. In my dreams, I’m running the Bratva, not a man in sight to stop me. That's the reality I’m flying towards. Not some fling that only lasts as long as the sex.
24
ROMEO
Fuck. I fucked her again. After last night, I swore I wouldn't even look at her again, let alone fuck her. What is this hold she has on me that I can’t go for more than an hour alone with her before our clothes are off and we’re on top of each other?
I close my eyes, remembering last night all too well. The confusion when I didn’t feel Lydia beside me after waking up from the feeling of falling. Seeing her in the corner of the room with my phone and hers and realizing that I’ve put my trust— something I don’t put anywhere but myself— into someone who has failed me. No, I still have no idea what she was doing, but it can’t be anything good.
Such bullshit, her asking me to trust her. I was vulnerable, and I shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have shown her myself, more naked than I’ve ever been in front of anyone. There’s too much to risk for such a short-lived arrangement with a woman I barely know. I can’t wrap my head around why I even did it in the first place.