Prologue
Kazimir
The plane’s engine rumbled under our feet.
In the shower, warm water sprayed down our naked bodies. Steam curled along our legs and rose around us. And the whole time, my mouth danced between Emily’s thighs. Twisting and turning. Slipping and sliding.
Neither of us cared if we made too much noise for the others in the plane to hear.
When my sister, Valentina had announced her pregnancy of my first niece, I bought the plane, giving Valentina no excuse to not visit me. The cost was ungodly—running around eighty million. The Gulfstream G660 was 20,000 cubic feet of luxury cabin space. Designer outfitted. Comfy leather chairs that reclined all the way back for sleep. Plush couches. Large windows to bring in plenty of natural light. Two televisions. A dining area. Two bathrooms. One had its own walk-in shower. The other was a private bathroom connected to a master suite with a large bed.
Besides the suite, the VIP bathroom was the best spot on my sister’s private plane, spacious and luxurious with designer fixtures and customized interior. According to Valentina, Oprah Winfrey had the same shower. I hadn’t cared about that until this very moment as I feasted on Emily inside of it. The space let me take her anyway I yearned.
And my cock ached for her.
I wanted to fuck Emily. To come. To spill in her mouth. To fill that pussy. To dominate every cell in her body.
And it wasn’t because I craved sex.
I craved her.
Dangerous.
I sucked on her clit, tonguing her, coaxing her to come. Emily pulled at my hair with her fingers, tugging painfully at the roots. The urge to thrust, to fuck, was clawing inside of me. It was a beast in my chest, never yielding, never catching his breath. Violent lust built in me like a tidal wave, forcing me to fight for any semblance of civility.
Somehow, I remained patient, licking inside the softest place on her. I felt her quiver around my tongue.
Fucking dangerous.
She grew slicker, hotter.
My cock ached to sink into that snug heat, knowing how amazing it felt, loving the constriction.
“Please,” Emily begged, grinding into the thrust of my fingers, needing the slide of my cock to fill her.
“What do you want, mysh?”
She twisted that curvy frame and tensed at the oncoming orgasm, her neck arching as she cried out, “Fuck.”
So dangerous.
Wiping my wet mouth on her inner thigh, I rose to my knees. Warm water streamed down our bodies. I placed one hand against the shower wall, levering over her small frame. With my other hand, I aimed my cock, placing the throbbing head against her sex. Her moans rose with the steam. The first thrust was brutal, penetrating and piercing with no attempt at control. No ability to calm myself. After the fourth stroke, I gained back my mind, needing to dominate her. To make her come first and so intense that her pussy always thought of me and could never consider anyone else.
My cock no longer pounded, it pumped at a perfect rhythm, rocking into her, bouncing those full breasts in the spray of water. Her brown nipples were wet, stiff, and bobbling. I sucked one, unable to help myself.
“Kaz,” she whimpered
The plane floated on clouds, moving over the earth. In the air, we made love, fucking hard in the shower, orbiting the planet and gyrating the in wet slickness the whole time.
“Mysh.” I rubbed my cheek against hers, needing her to smell like me. She dug her nails in my back, marking my body. Scarring me. I loved the pain as I pumped my cock in her some more. In and out. Slow and fast. Rhythmic, yet lust-crazed and ready to come. Each stroke matched my breath as I put the weight of my body behind my thrusts, surging through her wet tight clasp.
Groaning.
Vibrating with her.
“Mysh.” Cupping Emily’s ass, I lifted her body higher against the shower wall and rocked into the strokes, deeper, with my legs spread out. Slower and harder. My balls slapped back and forth, tapping her wet folds and then dropping back to hit my taint.
Godfucking damn it!
Moaning, Emily moved those hips, working to fit all of me. Killing and reviving my soul. Twisting all logic. I never wanted this moment to end. I would’ve rather died, then finished.
“Yes. Take it,” I groaned.
“I’m coming.” Her pussy clutched the entire length of my cock, dominating and conquering.
Godfucking damn it!
It was all I needed to lose control.
Wrapping myself around her, I held her against me, kissing her roughly, coming with a violence that left me trembling and mumbling Russian at the same time.
How do I possess her, and why do I want to?
Knowing my world, this shower—this moment—was the safest we would ever be in a long time. Danger lay in my bed. Not every woman could handle my enemies. Not many women could survive. Too many of my brothers’ wives and girlfriends had been killed.
But they were not like Emily. They were soft and fragile little flowers. She is more.
For years, I kept women simple. I got my cock wet, when the urge came. After a good orgasm, I continued the game of ruling the world.
With Emily, nothing would be simple. I could feel that deep in my heart as she rode me.
There were so many things we should’ve been worried about—our brothers trying to kill us, Emily’s serial killer tendencies, and even the recent deaths of people we cared about. A lot of collateral damage had resulted from an unnecessary war.
We should’ve been stressed, but our minds merged and mixed, fogged with lust. Neither one of us probably cared if the plane crashed.
There was no fear of falling. Not falling from the sky. Not falling into each other or falling out of our limits.
I’d brought her with me. I was inviting her into my world. And no matter how I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal—as I kissed her with the water streaming down in the shower—I knew it was a big deal.
We might not have been falling to our deaths from the sky, but we were falling into each other.
And it didn’t happen by chance.
Our brothers had set us up with chess-like plays. Almost every step had been designed by Sasha. The realization came hard. Here this woman moved in my arms, and I was absolutely taken with her. And my step-brother had arranged our union to be my demise. Someone else’s hands were at the helm of this magical moment. And I was finding that I didn’t give one fuck about it.
Was it dangerous to not care? How could I turn away from Emily?
Already I had come to this thinking, up in the air, floating above the clouds, orbiting earth. I’d found God in her eyes and a prayer in the subtle way she moaned. I found my soul, the spirit of humanity between her thighs. And I licked until I couldn’t move my tongue. I fucked until orgasms throbbed through me. Devilish temptress or holy angel, I would have her all to myself.
No matter what.
It was the only thing I wondered as my cock spilled white cum into her and my heart slammed rapidly against my chest and the world spun as the hot water sprayed…
FUCK!
All I wondered was one thought as I experienced the most body shattering orgasm of my life.
How does one trap a mouse?
One
Emily
Taking a shower on a plane was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My whole body vibrated. Pressure pulsed in my ears. And all of this occurred while warm water sprayed on my skin and Kazimir devoured my body.