Shattered Innocence

Bound by Desire

He grins, and there's a shuffling sound at my side. I turn my head to see Mikhail ducking his head in embarrassment. "What?" I ask, confused. "It's Mikhail's," Zack explains, sparing a clearly worried Mikhail. "He made some money online, and he is very good at it, but he always felt like he didn't need wealth, so he shared it between us to help keep us afloat and not dependent on doing things with our skills—things like this plane so we can get around uncontrolled."

I blink, looking at Mikhail and then around again. He bought them a plane? Mikhail feels my gaze and sighs, looking up at me. I lean across and take his hand, squeezing it. It doesn't change how I feel about him. He freezes, searching my gaze. With or without money, I care for them all, but in all honesty, I would feel more comfortable sleeping on the floor together again, and he must sense that because he smiles softly at me.

"Money is just another necessity, like food or shelter. You need it to survive, and anyone who says differently has never had to be without it. I simply made us some so we didn't have to exploit ourselves and could fly under the radar, same as the military, to protect my family," he explains logically, and I swear my heart actually melts for this man. He simply found a way to make money to protect his family, to provide for them, and to offer safety the only way he could. Money changes people, but not these people.

"The plane's nice," I comment with a shy grin, "but I prefer the crappy hotel you found me in." He cracks a smile but still seems worried and embarrassed. Sitting back, I keep my eye on him as we take off, and once we're in the air, he still won't look at me. Blowing out a breath, I meet Zack's gaze, silently asking him how to fix this and assure Mikhail that I don't care. Zack nods, and I follow his gaze to the back of the plane and the doors there.

Frowning but trusting him, I stand and hold out my hand to Mikhail. He doesn't notice at first, and then he seems confused, but he trusts me and takes it. I haul him up and tug him behind me. Ignoring Yuri's knowing look, I take the first door, but it's a spacious bathroom with a shower. The second door leads into a bedroom, and my eyebrows rise. I almost whistle but know it will only upset him, so I don't say anything about the king-sized bed made with silk sheets, the mirror along the wall, and the dimmed light fixtures and glass ceiling.

Turning, I drag him in and shut the door. A plan comes to mind, and I know how to show him how much I see him, how much I appreciate him. It's something that has been brewing since the meadow if I'm honest. "Nora?" he asks, sounding confused, his eyebrows furrowed. Smirking, I plant my hand in the middle of his chest and push. He stumbles back onto the bed, his legs spread. Kicking them farther apart, I drop to my knees between them. His eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and desire blows through his pupils as he stares at me.

"Mikhail, baby, if you didn't have a private plane, I couldn't do this," I purr as I slide my hands up his solid thighs to his waist and unbuckle his belt. "Nora," he whispers raggedly. "You don't have to—" "I want to," I promise. "I want to taste you and see you come apart for me. I need to be in control as much as you need to let go." Leaning up, I press my lips to his and nip at his lower one "So let go, baby," I whisper, pressing my lips to his and playfully nipping at his lower lip. Leaning down, I skillfully remove his belt, the slick sound filling the air, causing him to groan. Smirking confidently, I flick open his trousers and slide my hand inside. Mikhail moans as I grip his massive, hard shaft. He's so thick and rigid, it must be almost painful for him. "Poor little Mikhail, so needy," I purr as I bring him out. He assists me in pushing down his trousers, his eyes filled with a primal desire as he observes me. His ragged breaths make his chest heave, and I haven't even touched him properly yet. This is going to be fun.

Grinning mischievously, I lower my gaze to his impressive length and lick my lips at the sight. "Fuck, Nora," he growls, watching me, but damn, he's got a beautiful cock. I don't use that word lightly, but Jesus, he's long and thick, veiny and completely hairless. However, my attention is drawn to the ink adorning his member, and my eyebrows raise in surprise. He shyly grins. "A dare with Yuri," he mutters. Leaning down for a closer look, I burst into laughter when I read the words inscribed on his cock: "Ride me." "Oh, don't worry, I will," I promise with a wink, dragging my tongue along his veiny length, savoring the masculine musk that is uniquely Mikhail.