Page 4 of Depraved Royals

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Page 4 of Depraved Royals

“Great. That’s a good girl.”

I’d have swooned to the floor if I wasn’t holding onto him. I grip his arm tightly, and he gives a quiet chuckle.

“Let’s go. The plane’s prepped and ready.”

2

Kal

Ienjoy watching her.

She’s curled up on the cream leather seat, her shoes on the floor beside her. Her eyes are closed, and a small smile plays on her lips.

Dani Pushkin.

I can’t believe I tripped over her just like that. Her name rang through the airport, and I looked up to see a gorgeous girl running like the hounds of hell were after her.

I don’t feel bad for the guy I beat up. Dani was carrying a purse that he could sell for a small fortune. He would have probably died of an overdose once he could afford all the drugs he could ever want.

Butdamn. I couldn’t believe it when I realized she had no idea the junkie was following her. She sawme, though. When she turned and looked over her shoulder, our eyes met, and for a second, I wondered if she could see every vicious thought I ever had about her poisonous cesspit of a family. She clearly doesn’t know who I am, or she’d have run in the opposite direction until her feet were bloody.

Dani sighs in her sleep, and her lips part. My cock thickens at the sight.

I wish someone hadtoldme. Surely it’s not much to ask for someone to say, ‘hey, you know the daughter of your family’s despised nemesis? She’s the most fuckable thing you’ll ever see.’

But now she’s on my plane, and although she doesn’t know it yet, we’re not going to New York.

I let myself into the cockpit. I don’t know the pilot - I hire a new guy every time I fly, on a one-trip basis, to reduce the risk of getting hijacked by some asshole hired by one of my enemies. The pilot seems okay, but he’s clearly not thrilled by my habit of changing plans.

“So you want us to stop at Heathrow?” he asks. “Why?”

“No reason, but you need to think of one” I reply. “Just give it a minute, then announce it. We’re landing in London because of poor visibility, UFOs, or whatever the fuck you like. Clear?”

“For what you’re paying me, yes, that’s absolutely clear.”

I return to the cabin to find Dani sitting up, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

“I can’t believe I slept,” she says.

I hand her a glass of champagne from the tray on the table and take my seat opposite her.

“Don’t worry about it. Have a drink. You’ll feel better.”

Dani sips the champagne and hiccups. “Fizzy,” she says. “I can’t help it. I do that every time. It’s lovely stuff, though.”

The sun streams in through the window, making her pale skin glow. She crosses her legs, and her skirt rides up, revealing an extra inch of creamy thigh.

I will hear her scream my name before this day is through.

I don’t care that she’s a Pushkin. She’s in dire need of a hard fuck, and I’m the man to give it to her.

She leans back in her chair, the light catching the hollow of her throat. I imagine my hand around her neck, the other gripping her hip as I fuck her pussy from behind, ideally over that chair…

I’m developing a problem.

“Excuse me,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”

I lock myself in the bathroom cubicle and lean against the wall, closing my eyes.




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