Twisted Throne (Bratva Born #2)

16. Adriana

Adriana

I’m going to see my father soon, and I have no idea how that will go. Better yet, I’ll be seeing Cade. They’re all at the compound, heavily guarded.

We’re on board an opulent private jet. It’s surprisingly spacious inside and so comfortable compared to the cattle-class I’m used to. The seat I’m in is leather, soft, and can be turned so I can face to my left or right. Dimitri has his own seat next to mine, which does the same.

Dimitri’s phone rings, and he answers it, listens, and sighs. “Tell the bitch she can’t see her son because she neglected him, let him be taken, and sold her fucking stepdaughter. I’ll be having words with Hana myself when I get back, but in the meantime, I don’t care how much noise she creates—she isn’t seeing Cade.”

I hear grumbled words that I can’t quite make out.

“Then gag her. If she’s giving you a headache, shut her up.”

I flinch at his words. I hated the gag the most. It was terrifying. At times I thought I’d choke on it. Do I want Hana to go through that? Despite everything she did to me? Then I recall what would have happened to me if I hadn’t met Dimitri. I’d have been used by Dorian and then passed on to the auction, bought by Barnaby, and probably never seen again.

Yeah, they can gag her. Screw her.

The rage I found when Barnaby took me into his playroom is banked now, but it’s like a fire that has died down but not gone out. All it takes is something to fan the flames, and it roars back to life.

The cabin is quiet. Alexis is working a few seats behind us, Jacob is sleeping a couple of rows back, and the other men who came with us are sitting in a small group at the very tail end of the plane, talking quietly and playing cards.

I’m by the window, while Dimitri taps his fingers against his leg.

“Do you want to go and play cards?” I ask Dimitri. “I’m okay.”

“No,” he says, “I don’t.”

“Is Jacob alright?” I ask.

“Why?” His response is sharp.

“Um, he seemed quiet when we were leaving and stumbled a little when we boarded.”

“I’m not sure. I want him to see the family doctor when he gets home.”

I nod. “I hope he’s okay and that this stress hasn’t caused him to feel sick.”

He takes my hand. “It won’t be anything you’ve done, littleblue. He needs a check-up is all.”

Standing, he takes something out of the overhead locker, and I see it’s a blanket. He sits down and drapes it over us.

Then he presses the call button. A steward saunters out and smiles at us. “Sir?” he says.

“Please close the curtain between us and the rest of the cabin, bring us champagne, a few bottles of water, and then tell the other steward we are not to be disturbed.”

“Of course, sir.” The steward closes a curtain between us and the men behind that I didn’t even know was there, and then bustles about at the front of the cabin before returning with chilled champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses. He retreats and swooshes another curtain shut in front of us.

“This is cozy,” I say, “but I’m not cold.”

He ignores me, leaving the cashmere blanket draped across us, and pours two glasses of champagne. “Here.” He hands me one of the glasses, and I take a sip of the delicious liquid, despite being tired and not having eaten much.

I could do with the buzz to relax me some.

We both sip for a while, until Dimitri leans in and quietly asks me. “Have you ever come at 35,000 feet?”

I choke on the mouthful of champagne and turn to glare at him. “No, of course not, and I’m not about to. Your men and your stepfather are back there.”

“They can’t see, and they can’t hear, if you stay quiet. The roar of the engines will cover any slight noise. The same as they can’t hear this conversation.”

“Dimitri, no.”

“How about we play a game?”

I swallow hard.

“What sort of game?”

“Close your eyes,” he whispers seductively.

“What game is this?”

“It’s called, you’re a sleeping passenger, and I’m the stranger sitting next to you who is going to make you come, even though you might not want it.”

My breath catches. How I can be turned on by this after what I’ve been through, God knows, but I am. Dimitri understands me way too much when it comes to this side of our messed up dynamic.

“What word do you want to use to make this stop for real because no , and stop aren’t going to cut it if we play this game.”

My mouth is dry, my heart is racing, and my clit is pulsing. Shit. I’m going to do this because I’m too turned on by the idea not to.

“I don’t know.” I’m racking my brain. “You’ll be able to tell if I want to stop for real.”

“No, Adriana. You need a word, and it has to be something you won’t forget. We’re about to play around with consensual non-consent, and no way we do that without you having a word to make it stop if you need that to happen.”

“ Rebecca, ” I say. It’s my favorite name, and I won’t forget it.

“Good, Rebecca. You say that and everything stops. Remember, no screaming because they’ll all hear in back, and I don’t want them coming to see what’s going on.”

“No screaming.”

“But you can fight.” He grins.

My stomach dips like I’m on a rollercoaster.

“Now, littleblue.” He gently closes my eyes by sweeping his fingers down over them. “Go to sleep.”

I close my eyes and pretend to sleep. Time seems to stretch and slow until it becomes meaningless. I’m already primed and turned on just by waiting for him to do whatever it is he’s going to.

He keeps me hanging, doing nothing. I hear the rustle of paper and then him picking up his glass and drinking champagne.

The first touch is not what I was expecting. It’s to my hair as he tenderly brushes it back. I can feel his gaze on my face, and I want to look, but I don’t want to break this dreamlike game we’re playing, so I keep my lids firmly closed.

His fingers trace my features, running gently over my nose, my cheeks, my lips, where they linger for a moment longer, before resuming their journey.

I’m wearing a simple cotton shirt and black pants because I had no clothes, so these are what Sienna gave me from her wardrobe. Dimitri’s fingers trail down the front of my shirt, and he gently pops the first button, parting the material and letting the lightest touch tickle across my collarbone.

My skin pebbles as the next button pops open and then the third. His hand pushes into my shirt and inside my bra, cupping my breast. I let a soft moan escape and shift a little, my eyes fluttering as if I might awake at any moment.

When his calloused thumb brushes over my nipple, I gasp, and he pauses, as if waiting for me to go back to sleep. I try to regulate my breathing and act as if I’m falling into a deeper slumber. My breast is hot under his palm, my hard nipple pushing against his hand.

He sucks in a breath and moves, brushing my nipple again and then pinching it gently. He transfers his attention to my other breast, doing the same to that. Then he opens my shirt completely and pulls my bra down, exposing both breasts.

I’m on display, nothing but a curtain separating me from the stewards in front and all Dimitri’s men behind.

My eyes are still closed and because of that, all my other senses are on high alert. I hear the scrape of glass against the table as Dimitri picks up what I imagine must be his champagne flute. The gentle slosh of liquid and then him taking a drink. He doesn’t swallow, though, and the next moment, his head bends down and he takes my nipple into his mouth, full of icy cold champagne.

“Oh my God,” I exclaim.

His hand slaps over my mouth as my eyes flash open.

He bites my nipple and scrapes his teeth over it as he swallows the fizzy liquid.

When his eyes meet mine, I react on instinct. The fantasy takes over, and I act the way I would if this were real. I fight.

I push at him and try to pull my blouse closed, but he grabs my hands. He takes both wrists in one massive hand and holds them above my head. Then he undoes my trousers with the other hand, pushing his fingers inside my panties.

I’m writhing, trying to get away from his touch. “You’re wet, miss,” he says. “I think you like this.”

“Get off me, you sick bastard,” I hiss.

He bites the shell of my ear. “ Make me .”

I buck against him as hard as I can, but he’s incredibly strong. The way he’s holding my wrists, I have no chance of getting free. He has one leg kind of blocking mine too, so I can’t kick out at him.

“You’re all trapped now, Miss.” He laughs softly against my ear.

I’m so turned on it hurts, and as he flicks my clit, I increase the fighting because I like it. Why, I don’t know, but I do.

This is fucked up because he’s doing to me what all those other men wanted to, or tried to, but there’s one big difference. He’s giving me the ultimate control because I have a safe word, and I can stop this at any time.

That sense of control gives me the freedom to explore this in a way that takes back something vital. My power .

“If you don’t get the fuck off me, I’ll bite your cock off,” I say.

“If you put those lips around it first, it might be worth it,” he shoots back cockily. His mouth finds mine, and he tries to kiss me.

I turn my head and as I do, he pushes two thick fingers inside me and bites my neck, and an orgasm rushes through me. It’s intense and surprising, and I let out a cry, but it’s cut short as Dimitri lets go of my hands and slams his palm over my mouth once more.

I break. In this moment, I shatter as I come undone. All my molecules struggle to find their way back to the shape that makes me … Adriana .

My body reacts, but my mind does too as emotions stampede over and through me. I see the past few weeks flash by as if on an old-school film reel. Life-changing events that most people don’t experience in one lifetime kept coming at me, day after day, and I relive them all as I find my release.

Dimitri finger-fucks me through the orgasm, and when it’s over, tears tracking my cheeks, he kisses them away.

The comedown is too much, too real.

His hand leaves my mouth. “Are you okay?” he asks gently.

I nod, but more tears come.

“That’s it,” he says. “Let it all out, littleblue.”

He takes a napkin and pours some water onto it, wiping my pussy clean with tender care before patting me dry and pulling my panties back into place, fastening the zip on my pants. He corrects my bra and fastens the buttons on my blouse.

Then he grabs one of the unopened bottles of water and hands it to me. “Drink,” he orders, and I do. I drink about half of it, suddenly thirsty.

I hand it back and shiver a little. Dimitri stands and lifts me into his arms before sitting back down with me cradled in his lap, the blanket draped around me.

I’m so tired suddenly, and my eyes drift closed for real.

“You’re safe with me, Adriana.” He kisses the top of my head. “We can explore anything you want, but you can always stop it anytime. By saying your word.”

“Thank you,” I say, my voice sleepy and a little slurred. “You gave me my power back.”

He chuckles. “Oh, no, I didn’t, Adriana. You took that back all by yourself. We just played a game, and maybe it was one that you needed to play, but trust me, baby. You already had your power and some.”

He kisses the top of my head again and holds me tight to him, and I realize that there’s nowhere else on this God-given earth that I’d rather be.