Page 2 of Deadlier Obsessions

She blinks quickly, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay, but it’s a losing battle. When the tears begin to roll down her cheeks, the anger boils over as she snaps, “Leave me alone, Sebastian. Leave me the fuck alone, okay. I don’t have to tell you everything.”

Stella jerks out of my grip and stares out the window, like she can pretend she’s all by herself, but she’s not.

“What have you been told about bottling your feelings up until you explode?”

Swiping a tear away angrily, she keeps her focus on the outside world like we mean nothing to her, and I don’t fucking like it.

I grab her arm, and pull her over my lap, pushing her back down, and holding her in place while she struggles to get away from me. Glancing at Gage, I tell him to make sure she holds still, and grab the hem of her tiny black skirt and pull it up over her hips, exposing her mostly bare ass to me. Only a small portion is covered by her black thong. I squeeze her right ass cheek and she whimpers, as Gage holds her down by the back of her neck.

“I fucking hate you,” she bites. Her words aren’t hurtful because she’s full of shit. We both know she doesn’t hate me.

Bringing my hand up, I swing it down on her flesh. The entire car is quiet as they pay attention to Stella’s whimpers and gasps. When I strike her ass on the other cheek, she begins to sob on my lap. I stare at her with concern, because I wasn’t trying to actually hurt her, but Mav says, “Keep going. She needs this.”

I hit her three more times, and Gage lets her go. My expectation is that she’ll be pissed at me and retreat to the outside again, but instead she climbs onto my lap and cries into my chest. What the fuck is wrong with my girl? I wrap my arms around her, while four sets of concerned eyes look on as I cradle her. Finally her crying subsides, so I ask her, “What is happening?”

Of course, even after a year and a half of us all being together, my worst fear is still losing them. If I lost any of my family, even Mav, I don’t know how I’d get through it. Is that what this is? Stella wanting to leave? She lowers her gaze to my chest as if trying to avoid eye contact, and admits, “I’m scared.”

Before I have the opportunity to ask what she’s afraid of, she continues, “Of flying. You probably think I’m an idiot, but I’m terrified to fly. And a ten-hour flight, it’s too much. I wanted to hide it, but apparently, I can’t.”

This must be what Mav has been talking about, when he kept saying Stella would need to be distracted. Jesus Christ.The cruise.For the last three months she has been researching cruises to England. This is why. She wanted to avoid flying at all costs. Yet, when Gage said we weren’t taking a ship but instead a plane, she didn’t have much of a response.

CHAPTER TWO

MAV

Hell, I don’t know what the driver thinks of all that shit that just happened, because there’s no way he didn’t hear it, even if he was being discreet as fuck, but it clears the air a little. Lucy hadn’t told me the full extent of Stella’s fear of flying, but I knew it was worse than Lucy’s. When I told the guys we’d need to distract her on the flight, I knew all kinds of filth would be planned, but now I’m wondering if she’ll even be able to step on the damn plane. Maybe we should have drugged her with something. It’s a private plane, right? We can carry an unconscious woman on board, I’m sure.

I should never underestimate Gage though, because let’s be honest, when Gage wants something, he gets it, so when the time comes to board the flight, he just drags her up the damn stairs and physically seats her and latches her belt.

“Stay,” he commands, dragging his Pretty Boy down to sit beside him, opposite Stella with a small foldout table between them.

“I’m not a fucking pet!” Stella snaps, but what’s the point of protesting, right?

“Sure, you are, baby, so shut up and be a good girl,” Gage says, winking at her, even as she hisses like a damn angry kitten. At least while he’s pissing her off, she’s too mad to be scared, right?

I drag Lucy into a seat, and lock her seatbelt around her, leaning over her to press my forehead against hers.

“You know what’s back there, baby? I’ll give you a hint, you’ll be spread out on it, getting tongue-fucked, once we’re in the sky.”

That sudden gasp of air when she catches on to my meaning is fucking sexy, as is the way she suddenly sucks on her bottom lip.

“Mile High Club?” She whispers, her cheeks a little pink at the thought of it.

“Fuck yeah. You’re gonna get fucked among the damn clouds, baby.”

“There’s really a bed back there?” She looks behind her as I settle into the seat beside her and fasten my own seatbelt.

“Of course, I mean why the fuck would we go private, if not to fuck each other into oblivion while we’re traveling.” It’s cute how she still has her shy moments about sex, and the kinda sex we enjoy having. She hasn’t been a virgin for so long now, but sometimes she still blushes and acts shocked by the depraved shit we like to do.

“Once we’re able to unbelt, we’re going back there,” Gage declares like a fucking dictator, pointing at the back of the plane, while Stella cranes her neck to see what the hell he’s talking about. Sebastian knows, of course, just like I do.

“To do what?” Stella asks, like she can’t fucking guess, tossing her glossy dark hair back over her shoulder like the sassy mama she is.

Gage snorts, leaning over the table in her direction. “What the hell do you think we’ll be doing back there? Turns out none of us are members yet, but we’re gonna be.”

“Of?”

“Seriously, Stel? You can’t guess what his Royal Douchey Debauchery is going on about?” Lucy asks with a giggle, even though I just had to tell her.

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