SHATTERED VOWS: An Arrange Marriage

CHAPTER 8: SEBASTIAN

I looked Morina up and down. Her boots tap-tap-tapped on the carpet of the plane as we flew higher and higher over into the clouds. We would be over water soon, but darkness would cloak the view. Not that it mattered.

We were both looking at one another, and her gaze was daring, like she wasn’t even sure I’d take her there.

“You know f*****g in the car is never that comfortable, Morina.”

“And an airplane is comfortable?”

“This one can be. There is a bed in the back.”

“Of course there is. You’re accommodating then? That’s all this is? A business gentleman?”

“I can be.” I mulled over her assessment.

“In most things, yes, I’m accommodating. And let’s be clear, there’s also the possibility that maybe I simply wanted someone to see the sunrise with.”

It wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t have to know that.

“But you kissed me.”

“I returned your kiss,” I corrected her.

“There’s a difference.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to sleep with me?”

“I don’t think any man would say that to you truthfully.”

“Oh, there have been men who have.” She chuckled to herself.

“Which is fine, because I’m here for a good time. And I don’t know if you get down and dirty like the rest of us. All signs point to no.”

“Piccola ragazza, I’m dirtier than the rest of you. I was born into it.”

I didn’t wait, I closed the gap between us and took her mouth with mine. This time, there was less restraint. I wanted to take something rather than be a part of it. If she was here for the good time, I would be too.

I needed to let off steam. I bit her lip, sucked it hard, and she moaned. I wound her dark hair around my hand where I could fist it tight and pull her head back to gain better access. With a gasp, she opened her mouth further like she was ready for the unhinged side of me.

But I wasn’t. I pulled her away, my breath heavy. Something was unraveling after being in that city today, and I needed to get a grip on it. Yet, Morina searched my face before she smirked.

“Welp, I’m not sure you’ll live up to the daddy expectation I have of you now after calling me little girl. That kiss was mediocre at best.”

I hummed and the air shifted between us. Most women would have praised me, worshiped me. This one wanted something raw, and she was digging for it.

“Get on your knees, love.” The words slid like silk from my mouth.

“I’ll show you how much of an expectation you’re about to take.” She licked her plump lips, and it acted like a beacon for my d**k.

Something about her screamed pure and innocent while another part of her purred like she was a s*x kitten waiting to be pet. Her hands went to my trousers, and I unbuckled her belt as I devoured her mouth.

It was nice and full, full enough to wrap around my c**k. When she gripped my d**k and gasped, I pulled back and flexed it in her hands. I almost lost myself to her right then.

Something about that mouth open, making sounds for me, pushed all the right buttons. “Knees, ragazza.” She stammered, but her hands slid from my pants, and she slowly kneeled, obeying like I wanted her to.

Morina’s jaw dropped when I took out my c**k for her to see. I brushed a finger down her cheek.

“Open wider, love. Let’s see if you can take it all like a good girl, huh?” She did as she was told, with a glint in her sapphire-blue eyes, and slid my d**k right where it wanted to go.

When her lips closed around me, I gripped her hair, trying to pace her and myself. But damn, it wasn’t easy, not when she was so warm and wet around me.

“s**t, I knew this mouth was fuckable.” She looked up at me, her dark-blue eyes suddenly so innocent that it almost made me come right down her throat.

I needed her to remember this was only a f**k, not us connecting or anything like that.

“Come on, pretty girl, let’s see how good you are.” My voice was ragged as I flexed in her mouth.

“Handle me better than my flight attendant, huh?”

have pushed too far, lost her, but then she took her time, taking me fully down her throat.

Her tongue lapped at the bottom of my d**k as she dragged me back out. This time, I moaned a “f**k” and pulled back before she could continue.

“Get up,” I commanded, and she did exactly that with a triumphant smile on her face.

“Lose the shirt.” She raised it over her head, and I was struck still by the sight of her in a bra. I knew she had to have great t**s, but they were full and real and begging for me to hold them.

A small tattoo stood out against the tanned skin of her shoulder and every part of her appeared delicate against the black ink. The red lace of her bra strained to hold all of her in, and the vivid color told me she’d known exactly what she’d get herself into tonight. I smiled with that knowledge.

“You want me to f**k you in that seat or go back to the bed?” She shrugged, but her eyes were still on my c**k.

“Want another taste before I have you, Morina?”