TouchNode | Complete

30 | 737

I'll erase all those feelings, turning them from vinegar to sweet wine.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice, Mrs. Voughton."

My lip curled in anger as he called me by that name again. It didn't matter what ridiculous papers he produced, I wasn't his wife! There was a time I wanted to be, but right now, I wanted to punch the green-eyed sex god in the throat.

"You made me get on this flight after I said I wanted to stay where I was." My finger pointed at his face as I spoke, shaking in disappointment. "You didn't listen. Now I have an attitude, deal with it."

"Deal with it?" He whispered, leaning down over the luxurious airplane seat to get in my face. His hand wrapped into my hair and pulled, tilting my head until my chin was raised. Euphrates marked my lips with a bruising kiss that left me breathless. "Oh, I'm going to deal with it alright."

He knocked my beat up backpack to the floor, reached over the seat and caught me to his chest, throwing me over his shoulder. I kicked out, fighting to get loose and slammed my ankle on an overhead bin. Pain radiated up my leg, ending my angry tirade instantly.

"Be more careful, Mrs. Voughton." He tsked, gently working his hands over my injured ankle.

I growled, punching him in the ass as hard as I could manage upside down. He retaliated with a harsh smack on each of my butt cheeks. My insides heated as his hand returned to massage each one, but I crossed my legs together when his hand dropped to explore my pussy.

Damn him and this stupid private jet. Damn him and his stupid fingers. Damn him and his... his... stupidly attractive face and-- My thinking dropped off as his fingers delved deeper and found the spot he knew would drive me insane.

Euphrates crossed the length of the plane, took a stairway upwards and rounded a corner. His movement paused briefly before I was carried, still over his shoulder, into what I assumed was a bedroom. He swung me around as he secured the door and then walked me deeper into the suite.

We passed a small round foyer, an extravagant living area featuring a white sofa, loveseat with an all-black coffee table. Euphrates paused again, opened a second door, and engaged the lock without looking. Sliding me downward, he secured me against his chest and then quickly tossed me onto an oversized bed.

Suddenly afraid, I tried to claw my way to the headboard. His hands caught my ankles and dragged me to the edge, forcing my body to be against his. Defiantly I stared into his blazing green orbs, refusing to back down.

"You won't be needing this." He ripped my shirt apart, scattering the buttons all over the floor. "Or these." My shoes were removed and thrown over this shoulder. "You won't be wearing any more pants, I want to be able to touch what is mine." His fingers snagged my jeans, unbuttoned them, and roughly yanked them down my squirming legs.

"Stop." I held up my hand while trying to cover my bare chest with the other. "You can't do this."

"It's already done." I didn't have time to respond before the distinct sound of tearing fabric echoed through the space again. My lace panties were destroyed and thrown behind him to join my shirt, pants, and shoes.

I rushed to cover myself, but he gathered my arms above my head and held them. His grip lifted me off the bed, forcing me into a sitting position with my arms suspended in the air. I'd never been subconscious about my body, MPD had robbed me of my modesty. But the way that Euphrates was looking at me sent a shiver of awareness down my spine.

It frightened me. It lit me on fire.

"You didn't cover yourself at MPD. You let those lecherous fuckers touch, kiss, lick, and finger what's mine." He caught my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. I stared up at him, eyes wide and brimming with tears. Would he force me? Knowing what had happened to me not so long ago? "Don't try to cover yourself again, Devani. You won't like the consequences." A soft sensual smile lit up his face, "or maybe you will."

I jumped when his hands squeezed my waist and dragged downward to open my thighs. My eyes sealed shut as his gaze centered between them, burning bright with barely restrained lust. His breathing increased dramatically, but his form froze.

"Are you afraid of me, Mrs. Voughton?" My brain sputtered, stuck to the feeling of his right hand traveling up my thigh and stomach to rest at my breast. He gently flicked my exposed nipple before catching it between his index finger and thumb to massage.

"No."

"Why do you hide those gorgeous eyes from me?" His weight landed on the bed, centered at my core. "I told you," he wrapped his fingers around my chin and lightly shook my face until I opened my eyes, "eyes on me when I make you come."

"I don't want to come." A whimper left me, "I can still feel him inside me." It felt pathetic to say the words aloud. Sniffling, my body turned and curled halfway around his muscles to feel safe. He couldn't look at me. He'd see the shame.

His arms closed around my body, causing the rattling tremors to stop immediately. Euphrates picked me up, split my legs and directed them around his waist. I clung to him for dear life.

It was a distinctly sexual position, my pelvis pressed to his, and my naked breasts pressed to his pecks. The look in his eyes was sweet, tender and heartbroken. Gently he began to stroke my cheek.

"I won't take you in this bed, Devani." His face hardened, "but I will take you when we get home."

My heart dropped, I had no choice. It felt even worse now that my contract was over with MPD. At least there I would be paid for my services. I felt cheap, used, and easily attained.

"Hey!" He half yelled as I twisted to get away. "I'm not doing it to hurt you, Devani." I didn't believe him. "You said you still feel his touch?"

A sob built in my chest, "yes."

His mouth kissed my forehead, brushed each of my lids, caught the edge of my nose and settled on my lips. My legs constricted around him as his mouth slanted hungrily against mine. He pressed his tongue passed my lips to deepen our connection. A moan left me and I sank against him with a contented sigh.

"He's lucky he's dead. I'd bring him back just to kill him again for daring to touch what's mine."

I shook my head slightly, knowing my denial would only anger him more.

As his hands dropped down my sides, I clutched my arms around his waist. My body shivered, loving the feel of his skin on mine. He coaxed me to relax on the bed, hovering above me.

"Show me where he touched you." He sucked in a deep breath when I shook my head no. "Show me."

"Please just let me go."

He shook his head, sliding his hands down my exposed back. "Never."

"Please." I begged, feeling more tears drip down my cheeks. He wasn't listening.

"Show me where he touched you, Devani." His hands tilted my head back. "I promise I'll make it better."