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Fallon

A few hours later, we are boarding the private plane Markus was able to charter at short notice. I take a seat in one of the large leather chairs, buckling up immediately.

Markus sits down across from me. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my leg bounce nervously. My gaze darts around the room as I try to locate an exit.

Would it be so bad to throw myself out of a moving plane?

“Are you scared of flying?” Markus asks while buckling up.

“A little, but more nervous about getting my sister back than anything.”

It’s much more than my fear of heights that’s got my gut twisting into worried knots. We’re on our way to get my sister, to rescue her. After all this time, it’s finally happening. I’m bringing her home. Everything worked out.

The joy I feel flips to fear when I think of all that my sister’s had to endure. She probably won’t be herself anymore. She’s probably a shell of herself. The more I think about how they hurt her and used her, the higher the panic becomes.

“Hey, you okay?” Markus’s deep voice reaches for me, but I’m already creeping toward the sky. My chest rises and falls, but it doesn’t seem like I’m taking in any air. I can’t breathe, can’t think. In my mind, I see my sister, beaten and broken. Used and abused.

“Once we take off, I’ll get you a drink. That will calm you a little, take the edge off, at least.” The plane is already moving, getting ready to take off, and my fear switches. I’m caught between a rock and a bolder.

I can feel Markus staring at me, watching me like I’m a crazed person. The plane picks up speed, the humming of the engine becomes loud, almost high-pitched, and the force of taking off pushes my body into the cushioned leather. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip onto the armrests to hold myself in place. A moment later, we’re in the air, light like a feather. I’m not so sure, though, so I remain with my eyes closed and a death grip on the armrests for a little while longer.

When the roar of the engine turns into a calming hum, I relax more.

After a few more minutes, Markus unbuckles and walks over to the bar. He moves bottles around before finding a decanter of whiskey and two glasses. He pours us each a small amount, but before he even steps away from the bar, he downs his like a shot. Placing his glass back down on the bar, he turns and returns to my side with a glass for me in his hand.

“It will help take the edge off.”

I take the glass with trembling fingers. “I’m afraid she’s going to look like Julie or worse, and I can’t…”

“Shhh, everything is going to be okay.” He tries to soothe me, but there is no soothing what my mind already knows. I don’t know the condition my sister is going to be in, but after two months, I would assume it’s not going to be much better than Julie.

“I’m also afraid of heights… and I just…” I’m spiraling.

Markus drops into the seat beside me and takes my hand into his.

“Breathe. It’s going to be okay…” He assures me.

But is it really? Is it really going to be okay?

Doubt clouds me. “What if it isn’t? What if everything is falling apart, and there is no way to fix it? What if my sister is dead?” The words hurt so much to speak aloud, and the panic closes in around me.

Oh god. I’m waiting for the moment I pass out, but it never comes. Instead, a different feeling encompasses me when I feel Markus’s lips against mine, kissing me with a feral need. He’s kissing me. His firm, gorgeous lips are on mine.

My eyes pop open, and I’m tempted to pull away and tell him no, but his hand sinks into my hair, bending my head to a different angle, and I melt into a puddle of mush. Thoughts of my sister and the panic I was feeling moments ago fade away.

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“I thought you didn’t kiss,” I pant breathlessly.

“I’ll make an exception for you today,” he whispers against my skin.

He devours me, licking and sucking my flesh like he wants to crawl inside of me. The warmth in my belly moves outward through my limbs. I want him badly. I want him to fuck me, hard and fast with bruising force. I want him to own me like only he can, to remind me who I belong to.

My core tightens, and I can feel wetness against my panties at the thought.

“Stand up and strip. I’m going to fuck you, right now, hard and fast.”

I almost smile but hide it at the last second. It’s scary how well he knows me, how he knows exactly what I need, and what I crave. Eager for his cock, I do as I’m told and strip out of my clothing. He watches me, his dark gaze drifting over the length of my body, my breasts, smooth belly, and shapely hips.

“I want to devour every fucking inch of you. Mark every single inch of your body. Every time someone looks at you, I want them to know it’s me you belong to…”

He licks his lips, and a hunger takes over his features. That singular look gnaws at my resolve for him, and like two hungry animals, we collide.

Like the beast he is, he pins me to the leather couch across the plane. For one brief second, worry develops in my mind.

“Wait… what if someone comes out here?” I peer at Markus over my shoulder. He’s just popped the button on his slacks and is shoving them down his thighs. He looks at me with liquid molten in his eyes.

“No one will come out here. The only other person on this plane is the pilot, and for the price I paid, he better keep his ass in the fucking captain’s seat.” That’s the only response I get, and that’s fine because the thought becomes a distant memory the instant I feel Markus press the thick head of his cock to my entrance.

In one swift move, he plunges inside me. The air in my lungs escapes on a gasp, and I sink my nails into the leather to stop myself from sliding forward with the momentum of his thrust. Oh god. My core clenches around him, squeezing him tightly, and I know what’s to come. The anticipation bubbles up in my stomach, feeling like tiny little butterflies.

Fingers dig into my hips, and for the next few minutes, Markus owns me. He worships my body, claiming me with his cock. Each stroke, every touch, it sends me higher and higher, coaxing me closer to the edge.

“So fucking perfect… I wish you could see the way your pussy swallows my cock, it’s an incredible sight.” All I can do is whimper in response, the pleasure and pain ravaging me, stealing the words from my mouth.

My brain and body are in two dimensions. My nipples rub against the leather, heightening my pleasure. The slaps of our bodies coming together fill the room. His manly scent washes over me, blanketing my senses. He moves faster, grinding his hips into me, pushing my pleasure to a new height. I’m close, so fucking close.

“Beg for it. Beg to come…” He growls.

I’m so caught up in the pleasure, in the movement of his hips, the slap of his balls against my clit, and the way his cock enters me with punishing strokes, that if I don’t come soon, I swear I will die.

“Fucking beg,” Markus commands as he sinks a hand into my hair, fisting the locks and pulling me backward. The movement brings us closer together, and I feel him deeper in my stomach, in my fucking soul.

“Please… please, let me come…” I gasp as he grinds against me.

My orgasm sweeps through me, and my pussy clenches, gripping him so tightly it has to be near pain. Every muscle and cell in my body ceases to exist as pleasure overtakes my most basic instincts. I’m a slave to the pleasure he gives me.

Markus continues to fuck me, pressing deeper and moving faster as I float down from the high of my orgasm.

“You’re mine… forever… mine,” he growls each word, and I bet if I looked over my shoulder, I would find him with his teeth bared. I feel each word being burned into my soul. The idea of being with anyone else makes me sick.

Markus is it for me, and that is both terrifying and sad because I know he will never truly be mine. A second later, his entire body tightens, his movements cease, and the warmth of his release spills inside of me. Collapsing against me, he presses his body into mine, and the weight of him makes me feel safe, secure, cocooned.

I sigh and stretch out beneath him. His cock slips out of me, and I can feel our juices dripping out of me. Still, we remain where we are in a bubble of post-orgasmic bliss.

Stroking my hair, Markus whispers softly into my ear, “Everything is going to be okay. I’ve got you, Fallon. You’re mine, and I protect what is mine.”

He says it like I’m his treasure, something he values and cherishes forever, but I know the truth. When he is done with me, once I’ve reached my maxim use, he will toss me in the garbage and move on.

I’m nothing special to him.

Everything is not okay, and even after I rescue my sister, it won’t be. I never anticipated falling for my captor, and now that I have, the idea of walking away is earth shattering.