Savage Heir by Jagger Cole
Epilogue
Two months later:
“We’ve reached cruising altitude,Mr. Volkov.”
Ilya nods as a thanks to the flight attendant before she disappears back to the pilot’s section of the jet.
He turns to me as he slides his fingers through mine. “And now, we’re on vacation.”
I turn to eye him curiously. “Going to tell me where we’re going now?”
“Nope.”
He sits back in his chair. The smug smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“You know I do have to tell my father where I’ll be at some point.”
“Your father is the US Secretary of State. He’s probably got ten satellites tracking this one fucking jet right now.”
I laugh. “You’re honestly probably right, you know.” I glance at him. “Scared off yet?”
“Nope.”
I grin as I turn to glance out the window at the passing clouds. My father is still Secretary of State. In fact, he’s going to stay in that role for another four years. With George North out of the Presidential race, the lions share of polls placed the current president as the clear favorite to win.
And that’s all a good thing. Because it’s my dad whose co-architect of the new deal being hammered out between the US government and the Volkov and Kashenko Bratvas.
Oh, please. Like the US has never partnered with the quote un-quote bad guys before.
Money talks. But so does Yuri Volkov and Viktor Komarov agreeing to certain terms—like not harboring extremists, not trafficking in weapons, and staying clear of democratic elections. In turn, The Volkov and Kashenko will be allowed to operate in relative peace.
And with the recent trend of both of those crime families moving towards more “company” than “gang” status, it’s going to make a lot of people happy.
And very, very rich.
As if Ilya needs another private jet. The one we’re in right now works just fine.
“Can I at least look in my suitcase?”
Since where we’re going is a surprise, he’s packed for me.
“No, you can’t. Because that would give it away.” He shrugs, looking forward. “Besides, it’s empty anyway.”
I frown, turning to him. “Huh?”
Ilya smirks. “You’re not going to be wearing anything.”
Heat rushes into my face.
“Oh really?”
“Yes really.”
I bite my lip. “What about when Misha and—”
“He’s not bringing her for another three days.”
Ilya’s not the only one with access to a hidden tunnel out of campus and a private jet.
“Until then,” he growls as he eyes me hungrily. “You won’t be wearing anything at all.”
“Make me.”
His brow arches. Heat pools between my thighs.
“Excuse me?”
“I said if you think I’m going to walk around naked with you for three days, then you’re going to have to make—”
I gasp as unclips his seatbelt, yanks mine off, and suddenly pulls me out of my seat.
“Ilya!” I giggle as he throws me over his shoulder and marches to the sleeping area in the back of the jet. He kicks the door to the gorgeous master bedroom open, tosses me across the bed, and slams the door behind him.
“Take them off,” he groans. “Or I’m doing it for you.”
I lay sprawled on the bed, grinning at him.
“I’m sorry, was that supposed to be a threat of some—”
I gasp as he lunges for me. His strong arms pin me to the bed as he yanks my school uniform off. His mouth crushes to mine as he slips off my bra. My hands are working open his shirt as he slips my panties down.
“Ilya,” I moan when he dips between my thighs.
His tongue drags over my slit, up to tease my clit. I shudder in pleasure and shove his shirt off his shoulders. He pulls away enough to throw it and the rest of his clothes aside, before he’s right back between my legs.
His hands splay across my thighs, pushing my legs back and wide. His tongue drags from my clit down to tease my asshole. I crumple in pleasure, moaning eagerly for more. His tongue makes me see stars until he slowly works his way to my clit again.
This time, there’s no mercy. He’s relentless as he demands the orgasm from me. I claw at the covers, twisting and writhing under his mouth until the edges of my vision starts to blur.
“Fuck—”
He pulls away. I am seconds from exploding, and Ilya pulls his mouth away from my pussy.
“Wha—why?”
My face caves. But suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach, sliding up between my spread legs, and pushing his thick cock against me.
“So I can do this.”
He thrusts in, balls-deep with one thrust of his cock. My eyes roll back. The way he left me hanging and then just took me takes me over the edge. I cry out loudly as I claw at the mattress, clenching around him as I come hard.
He grinds into me, pushing me into another orgasm before he slides his thickness from me. He leaves the tip just inside—swollen and throbbing. His hand slips up into my hair, grabbing a handful and twisting. I whimper when our eyes lock, and he lowers his mouth to mine.
Ilya kisses me savagely as he thrusts his thick cock into me. I moan, I’m sure I’m leaving a puddle on the duvet as he starts to drive into me. His hand grips my hair tighter as he eases back. His hips roll and his abs flex as he sinks deeply over and over again.
“Ilya…”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.
He leans over me, grabbing both wrists and bringing them to the small of my back. He pins them there, gripping my hair again as he starts to fuck me.
His teeth drag over my neck and shoulders. His big cock plunges into me. His abs smack my ass as I start to lose control.
“I wanna feel you fucking come for me, Tenley,” he snarls into my ear. “Come for me. Come for me.”
I’ll admit, it’s the demanding tone that gets me. Every. Single. Time.
I crumple apart at his voice, and I start to come hard. Ilya groans, feeling me clench tight around his cock. He pushes deeper, and I whimper as I feel him start to pump his cum into me.
Slowly, he lets go of me. His lips kiss down and then back up my spine before he slides next to me. I roll into him, snuggling up as he lays on his back. He reaches for the bedside table next to him and slips a spliff between his lips.
“Are you fucking insane?! We’re on an airplane, Ilya!”
“Yeah, but it’s my plane.”
“You can’t smoke on a fucking plane!”
“They did it for decades.”
I glare at him. He grins back, which of course has me grinning.
“You need to slow it anyway.”
“Maybe.”
“Oh we’ll see about this maybe crap, mister.”
He grins as he turns to me. I blush as his eyes roam hungrily down over me.
“Do you remember what I told you when we first met?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, you told me to run away before you ate me—”
“You’re still here.”
“What do… oh…”
I moan as he starts to sink between my legs.
“I love you,” I whimper.
“I love you, too,” he groans as he lowers his mouth.
“And now, I’m going to devour you.”
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