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with a splat into a pool of mingled blood and coffee on the floor beside Mary. Something gnawed at Antoinette’s thoughts. Why would Christian murder his staff?
Maybe it was the other one.
The cockpit door to her right banged shut as the plane dipped with a pocket of turbulence. Antoinette’s heart lodged into her throat and her stomach sank; already knowing what she’d find. She steeled herself and carefully pushed open the door.
The breath left her lungs in a whoosh and she felt as if she’d been sucker-punched in the gut. Blood was splattered across the inside of the windshield in the telltale sign of arterial spray. The captain lolled sideways in the chair, his hand wrapped around a gun as the controls moved on their own. Thank God for autopilot.
Antoinette turned the copilot’s chair, hoping against hope he may still be alive, yet knowing he wouldn’t. The man had a gaping hole where his throat had once been, just like the captain.
So brutal. This wasn’t the frenzied attack to satisfy a death-high. This has been done slowly out of pleasure—pure, simple, and perverted pleasure. Besides, there was no trace of the telltale scent in the recycled air.
She tried to push down the bitter taste of panic rising up the back of her throat as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She must not give in to fear—it would get her killed more quickly than anything else.
A strange warmth bloomed in her mind and spread throughout her body, clouding her thoughts and soothing away the feelings of horror at the scene in front of her.
She turned. Her breath quickening. Christian stood a few feet away—shirtless. Her body betrayed her at the sight of his bare chest; his lean, well-defined frame glowed in the dim light. Her fingers itched to rake through his hair and trace the ridges across his stomach.
She grew hot and ran her hands over her hips, lifting her dress high as she rubbed her thighs together.
No, came a voice from within. She shook her head,trying to clear the creeping fog. What had she come here looking for?
Focus, take back control. There was something she had to do. Something important, only she couldn’t remember what it was.
He held out a beckoning hand and her feet moved on their own.
Stop—he’s doing this to you.
But she couldn’t stop. His eyes drew her in, brilliant blue like the Aegean Sea. She wanted to dive into their cool depths and lose herself forever.
She reached him and he pulled her against his chest. His hot scent overpowered her senses, making her weak and turning her legs to jelly.
He forced her back against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head, claiming her mouth with his, devouring her. And she let him. His hardness pressed against her and she knew she wanted him, right here, right now. If he’d let go of her wrists, she’d rip off those trousers and show him just how much.
This time the voice inside screamed. You have to stop. Snap out of it before it’s too late. This is wrong.
But how could it be wrong to be in his arms? How could it be wrong to have his lips on hers? This was right.
“Oh so right,” she whispered, and sighed as he moved his kisses to her throat.
A groan escaped her and her skin burned with feverish pleasure. He unbuttoned her dress, reached inside, cupped a lace-covered breast, and brushed her erect nipple with the pad of his thumb.
She swayed with heady pleasure, her knees almost buckling and she cried out. He traced kisses across her naked skin. When he moved back to her throat, she thought she would burst if he didn’t take her soon.
His lips brushed her ear. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word,” he whispered.
She froze. That rhyme—why that rhyme? The one he had sung.
As if plunged into icy water, her passion died. She wrenched her wrists from his grasp then pushed him away to find that instead of Christian’s stirring blue eyes, a cold pale gaze stared back. Lank brown hair had replaced thick dark locks.
She knew his face so
Maybe it was the other one.
The cockpit door to her right banged shut as the plane dipped with a pocket of turbulence. Antoinette’s heart lodged into her throat and her stomach sank; already knowing what she’d find. She steeled herself and carefully pushed open the door.
The breath left her lungs in a whoosh and she felt as if she’d been sucker-punched in the gut. Blood was splattered across the inside of the windshield in the telltale sign of arterial spray. The captain lolled sideways in the chair, his hand wrapped around a gun as the controls moved on their own. Thank God for autopilot.
Antoinette turned the copilot’s chair, hoping against hope he may still be alive, yet knowing he wouldn’t. The man had a gaping hole where his throat had once been, just like the captain.
So brutal. This wasn’t the frenzied attack to satisfy a death-high. This has been done slowly out of pleasure—pure, simple, and perverted pleasure. Besides, there was no trace of the telltale scent in the recycled air.
She tried to push down the bitter taste of panic rising up the back of her throat as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She must not give in to fear—it would get her killed more quickly than anything else.
A strange warmth bloomed in her mind and spread throughout her body, clouding her thoughts and soothing away the feelings of horror at the scene in front of her.
She turned. Her breath quickening. Christian stood a few feet away—shirtless. Her body betrayed her at the sight of his bare chest; his lean, well-defined frame glowed in the dim light. Her fingers itched to rake through his hair and trace the ridges across his stomach.
She grew hot and ran her hands over her hips, lifting her dress high as she rubbed her thighs together.
No, came a voice from within. She shook her head,trying to clear the creeping fog. What had she come here looking for?
Focus, take back control. There was something she had to do. Something important, only she couldn’t remember what it was.
He held out a beckoning hand and her feet moved on their own.
Stop—he’s doing this to you.
But she couldn’t stop. His eyes drew her in, brilliant blue like the Aegean Sea. She wanted to dive into their cool depths and lose herself forever.
She reached him and he pulled her against his chest. His hot scent overpowered her senses, making her weak and turning her legs to jelly.
He forced her back against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head, claiming her mouth with his, devouring her. And she let him. His hardness pressed against her and she knew she wanted him, right here, right now. If he’d let go of her wrists, she’d rip off those trousers and show him just how much.
This time the voice inside screamed. You have to stop. Snap out of it before it’s too late. This is wrong.
But how could it be wrong to be in his arms? How could it be wrong to have his lips on hers? This was right.
“Oh so right,” she whispered, and sighed as he moved his kisses to her throat.
A groan escaped her and her skin burned with feverish pleasure. He unbuttoned her dress, reached inside, cupped a lace-covered breast, and brushed her erect nipple with the pad of his thumb.
She swayed with heady pleasure, her knees almost buckling and she cried out. He traced kisses across her naked skin. When he moved back to her throat, she thought she would burst if he didn’t take her soon.
His lips brushed her ear. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word,” he whispered.
She froze. That rhyme—why that rhyme? The one he had sung.
As if plunged into icy water, her passion died. She wrenched her wrists from his grasp then pushed him away to find that instead of Christian’s stirring blue eyes, a cold pale gaze stared back. Lank brown hair had replaced thick dark locks.
She knew his face so
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