SINNERS - 13

Milady

The silence resonated through the private jet as my figure remained unmoving, my gaze drifted to his relaxed appearance, those magnetic oceans drifting in their personal abyss. The entire ordeal is mind - blowing, the thrill of that gun being pointed from his grasp to the undeniable sex appeal oozed out of his skin.

Staring at April opposite me, deep in slumber. The thin straps of her flimsy discoloured tank top, her only source of warmth. Noticeably, her body contradicted the amount of cover she had. Fingers twitching at the grasp or maybe from those horrid nightmares that haunted her each night. Shrugging off my leather jacket, I blanketed her upper body, hopefully providing a tad bit of warmth. April’s features strained, her brows furrowing while scrunching her nose.

The concern became short lived when she tugged the jacket closer to her neck, revelling in the change of temperature. Brushing the strands of coral away from her face, analysing the faint but prominent stain of bruises upon her caramel skin.

My thoughts gravitating towards the cause of each tainted section, guilt flushing through me. April wised to never return to this life again, she blocked out her past and solely focused on the Future. Selfishly, I took that opportunity away. Brought her back and it will damage her, the humanity will Switch and she will become void. That would make her unstoppable and unattainable, would she ever come out of it again or would this be the end of her humanity?

I let out the air residing in my lungs, rubbing my temples from the unanswered questions. The midnight sky dressed with dazzling stars that resembled hope for the innocent.

Unfortunately, stars aggravated me, taking away the true depths of what is hidden behind them. Stars concealed the truth and I preferred the dawn to reflect the true evil that it is.

The stiff ache in my legs becoming more noticeable, its been eight hours since we took off and my muscles screamed to move. Standing up from my seat, stretching my arms about my head as I relieved the tension within the joints.

Scanning the other passenger, The Hulk occupied the middle of the jet while the dark-haired bodyguard had his arms crossed as he slept uncomfortably upright. Its noticeable that in actuality, killers didn’t find solace in dreams. Instead, they slept with one eye open because at any time death could be casted upon them. To the left of the jet, seats scattered, unoccupied.

Except, one person who comfortable typed upon his laptop as his lips touched the crystal glass filled with whiskey.

He ran his fingers through his walnut waves, bewitching cerulean eyes heavy with tension. The ivory formal shirt had his signature sleeves rolled to his elbows, his muscles straining against the fabric. Each ridge of his gigantic muscle plaguing my sexual fantasies of becoming engulfed in them, licking each arch.

Broad shoulders that I itched to run my hands over, juicy strawberry plump lips that I longed to draw blood from. The deep seethed hate coursed through my veins at the sight of him but his stunning features always managed to make my Honey pot leak with nectar.

‘Love, are you going to just stand there and keep eye raping me?’ his deep voice questioned.

‘Hmm, maybe for a few more minutes,’ I mischievously grinned.

‘Come sit,’ he sternly stated, motioning to the seat opposite him.

Rolling my eyes at his constant dominate nature, ‘Why, Mr Vasilief?’ I gritted, reiterating the revelation he sprung upon me.

It is displayed that I became reluctant to obey his command and this is enough for him to close his laptop and glare at the seat opposite him. I huffed in annoyance, the conversation had started and he wasn’t in any given mood to provide me with answers. Giving in, I took my seat opposite him and his features became even more alluring up close.

Completely mesmerized with his unearthly features, our gaze connected and enticing teal eyes displaying his vexatious enormity. The taste of his luscious whiskey mouth becoming more prominent from the first night, his capabilities exceeded my expectations before I could even test them. Each encounter it appeared as if his physique altered into a beast which made me yearn for him even more.

‘You are infatuated with the power that resonates from me,’ he grinned.

His dominant accent creating a burning need to flood through my blood stream, ‘As much as I love hearing that sexy accent, I don’t understand a word of what you are saying,’ I replied, trying to distract myself from his delectable lips.

‘Eyes up here love,’ his honeyed voice stated as his lips uprooted into a grin.

Damn It, I boosted his ego…

‘You’re the dangerous Mr Vasilief that they were talking about?’ I questioned, detouring him from my obvious attraction.

Mr Vasilief leaned further into his seat, analysing me. His penetrating gaze creating flames upon each inch he graced, especially when they turned murderous, it enchanted the fibres in my body, putting me under his spell. Now, it is a combination of both which had a succulent centre that I didn’t argue with indulging in.

‘What If I am?’ he teased, gracing his fingers upon his chin.

Standing up, I placed my hands on the table and instantly leaned further to his figure. This position gave him amply view of my deep cleavage which he didn’t waste time feasting upon. Gazing into those villainous eyes, I whispered.

‘Then I will be more turned on than I already am.’

His pupils dilated with lust, a wicked grin forming on his soft lips as I evaded his grasp and sat back down. The playful swirl that consumed me glistened in my emeralds, this made him run his tongue lightly against his lips, coasting them in the alcohol that he religiously intakes.

‘Love you are the euphony of a vixen,’ his smoky voice spoke.

Closing my eyes to block out the sinful actions that replayed in my mind, tugging on my bottom lip in an attempt to restrain myself.

‘Keep talking in that accent and I might just jump you right here in that seat,’ I breathily announced.

‘And when you do, I will touch that honey cave of yours so hard that the only thing you will remember is my name.’

The last of my restraint demolished, my pride becoming non-existent. My hunger anticipated his offer and that broke it. Climbing over the table, I straddled his waist. Instantly his searing touch squeezed my hips, the roaming of his callous fingers creating an eruption of fire to envelop my body. They moulded onto my butt, needing the flesh before landing a stinging smack onto it. It gyrated my senses, making me rock my hips against his Cock.

Gripping the back of his neck, I smashed my lips against his. The soft pillows coated in the delicious taste of whiskey moved in sync with mine, the full luscious lips just as eager as mine. A deep seeded hunger when he violently licked the seams of my lips, the taste of faint cigar rooted on his tongue.

The kiss became animalistic, a craving that didn’t satisfy from just the thought. His tongue inchingly devours my mouth, to destroy each molecule in my body. Equally as monstrous, the determination to demolish him. Mr Vasilief wasted no time, his tongue hot and greedy to display his dominance. So am I, greedy to ingest him, his power. Our tongues battled, there was no soft caress only the creatures that shared the same taste.

A continuation to illustrate between us, neither of us will ever submit even in a feverish kiss. The exhilaration of currents jolting through my nerves as his hands inched upwards to harshly grip my breast, needing his flesh through my tank top.

The soft strands of his coffee waves flowing through my fingers, forcibly tugging them further towards my scorching body.

A beastly growl escaped his lips, he deepened the kiss further, ravaging my tongue with its glorious skills. Squeezing my breasts violently causing a gasp to escape my lips, this made me want to absorb each segment of him. Grasping my lip to his bottom one, unapologetically tugging on it. Another vicious growl escaped his lips a I drew blood, sucking on the small hint of blood that quenched my thirst to taste his essence. The whiskey metallic blood had an addicting taste, almost like sugar coating my tongue. A moan escaped my lips at the taste of him, those skilful fingers were drifting further under my shirt to unclip my bra when the loud sound of a phone ringing vibrated against my leg.

I breathily growled in annoyance and sexual frustration, he pushed me over to my seat and tugged out his phone from his ebony slacks. The strong commands that resonated from his deep voice made me obsessive, rage and arousal radiating through my pores and flushing my molecules.

Suddenly, his tone turned strident and he switched to sprouting incoherent Russian words. The fury becoming more prominent in the strong contours of his features as he cut the call. He forcefully pushed himself off of his seat and walked over to his two men.

‘The Greeks made a move to steal our supply of cocaine that was transferred from Russia to ‘Vengeance Town’, his orotund voice stated.

‘Those filthy bastards,’ The hairy guy gritted.

‘We have to make a visit to the dealer before we go home because it isn’t a coincidence that he knew the exact details of where to find our secretly transported stash, there’s a mole in there,’ His taunt voice replied.

‘Mind filling me in on this sexy accent ridden conversation you don’t want me to be a part of,’ I chimed.

Mr Vasilief stared at me with irritation before it shifted into a devilish grin.

‘Actually, I could use you. Up for another job.’ he smirked.

‘Always if I get to spill the Beans,’ I grinned…