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"We have fresh pastries and fruit over there as well if you are hungry," I tell her.
"This is good for now." She takes a sip.
We sit in silence for a few moments before I speak. "You asked me earlier what it is I do to make my money." I take a drink, savoring the oak flavor as the warmth travels down my throat.
"It's none of my business. I was only thinking aloud." Glory tries to brush off her curiosity.
"I make money buying real estates; commercial real estate to be exact. My architects polish the building up; creating works of art, then sell the multimillion-dollar skyrises and properties to wealthy businessmen and women; keeping a stake in most of them. I also deal in international trade." Glory sips her wine, and I wait for her reply.
"You've done well for yourself. What kind of international trade are you involved with?" She crosses her legs, which causes the hem of the wrap dress she is wearing to rise, exposing more of her thigh.
"Weapons." I don't bother lying. Why should I? I am not going to hide who I am from her. She needs to see how things operate in my world. I need to know whether or not she can handle being with a Volkov. Glory doesn't bat an eye. Not one look of concern or judgment crosses her face.
"Guns?" she asks, and I nod.
"Amongst other artillery." I bring my glass to my lips once more, keeping my eyes trained on hers, still gauging her reaction.
"Okay. So, you're a real estate mogul and a weapons dealer," she shrugs.
"My life is much different in Russia, and I need you to understand and be prepared for that once we land. I run an empire,Krasivaya. The Volkov's are a powerful family. I don't want to hide anything from you." I sit my now empty glass down on the table beside me. "You also need to know this about me. Men fear me, and for a good reason. I've killed." Glory's eyes widen, but not with fear. More like my confession confirming what she may have already concluded for herself about me. "In my world, I'm referred to as the Taker of Souls."
With a calm demeanor, Glory finishes her mimosa, then sits her glass to the side. "I've always known there was more to you than what is on the surface, Demetri. You exude power. My instincts told me from the first time I saw you that you were a dangerous man." Glory slides to the edge of her seat then sinks to the floor; positioning herself on her knees in front of me. I stare down at her as she continues to speak. "I see who you are."
"And what do you see?" I run my fingers through her silky hair.
Her palms run up and down my thighs. "Someone who cares for his family." Her fingertips graze the outline of my cock. "A good man." Glory pulls the leather belt strap through the loop of my slacks and unfastens my belt buckle. Popping the waist button loose, she slides my zipper down and pulls my cock free. Her eyes lock on mine as she strokes my length a few times before taking just the tip of my hard cock in her mouth. I watch her as she takes more than half of my length into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing my flesh as her mouth slides up my shaft. She does this for several minutes, each time her tongue brushing against the sweet spot just beneath the head of my cock and my toes curl. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I watch my woman suck my cock until she makes me come undone, then finishes by swallowing my release down her throat. Giving it one last lick, she allows my cock to pop free from the warmth of her mouth.
Glory gently tucks me away, putting my attire back as if nothing ever happened, then rises on her knees, and hovers her lips a breath away from mine. "I'm yours, Demetri. Nothing will ever change that." A primal growl escapes me, and I capture her mouth with mine.
"You were made for me," I tell her between breaths as I kiss her.
A throat clearing grabs our attention. Breaking our connection, I look up to see Victor standing just outside the cockpit door. "Sir."
"Victor."
"You have a phone call."
"It can wait." I look back at my woman, her lips pouty and red.
"Yes, sir." Victor takes his leave, closing the cockpit door behind him.
I run my fingers through Glory's hair once more. "You are so bossy," Glory states.
"And it makes you wet," I remark, watching her eyes darken and her thighs clench.
"And you like my sass," she throws back at me, making me chuckle. God, she is perfect in every way. A man like me does not deserve a woman like her, but I don't give a damn. I am staking my claim on her. It's in this moment as she smiles at me, I know without a shadow of a doubt what I feel for this woman is stronger than love. What I feel for her cannot be defined. I would give Glory my last breath and not have any regret doing so; as long as I knew she would continue giving her light to the world.
"Come." I stand, bringing her with me. "It will be a long flight. Let's rest for a while." Instead of guiding her to the room located at the back of the plane, I settle us down on the sofa on the other side of the cabin, then tuck her into my side.
By the timewe near landing in my country, the two of us are rested, relaxed, and hungry. "I can't believe I'm in Russia. This is insane." Glory stares out the window as we pass over the city below us, the closer we get to our destination.
"That is where my office is located." I point out the window of the plane as the city disappears amongst the clouds rolling in.
"I can't wait to see the sights. I bet it's beautiful."
"Yes. It is beautiful," I tell her.
"Do you live in the city? I've always preferred the hustle and bustle of city life vs. small-town living." She looks from the window to me as I roll the sleeves of my dress shirt up to my elbows, exposing my colorful array of tattoos. "No offense to Montana or our friends and family who live there."
