Page 55 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
Aviva was oblivious to the tension though. “Save me, Evan.”
Hendrick narrowed his eyes, trying to judge the bodyguard's mood. Evan shook his head. “You poked the bear, Chaos. You’re on your own.”
Hendrick laughed, ducking around Evan and scooping Aviva into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and laughed. People turned to look at them, and god, together they were beautiful. Their moods fed off one another, so when one was joyous, so was the other, and it infected everything and everyone around them.
Knowing Hendrick, and getting to know Aviva, I knew that it would work the other way too. That when one spiralled, it would suck the other down with them. But right at this moment, they looked picture perfect, and everyone around us envied them—like they were some sort of golden couple—totally oblivious to their struggles.
“They look good together,” Sampson said in a low voice, as he watched Hendrick spin her around. “Like a magazine cover rolled up in the mouth of a Molotov cocktail.”
I huffed a laugh at the accuracy of that. I recognized that a normal man would feel jealous, but I didn’t. It was like, if it was hard for me to be everything that Hendrick needed, then maybe another set of hands would help. Especially if they were soft and sweet and attached to a smart mouth and beautiful brain.
Sampson groaned. “Stop looking at them like they’re a candy-coated wonderland, asshole. I’m going to puke over the sweetness.”
I kicked him in the thigh, but dragged my eyes away, looking up at the sky with a smile on my face.
Chapter29
Aviva
The guys had been overwhelmingly protective since the first night in Paris, and being in India wasn’t going to make them relent on that. Evan had gotten two more bodyguards, including a woman who was around his age. She was pretty, with straight brown hair and a body like a fitness model. I kind of hated her on sight, but she was professional and sweet, and that made me hate her a little more.
The other bodyguard was built like an elephant, and I was pretty sure he could strangle me one-handed. Normally that would turn me on, but this guy just made me want to run in the other direction.
We still had to fly first class, and had to stay in the best hotel in Kolkata. When I screwed my face up, Hendrick told me it cost less than the apartment in Paris due to the exchange rate, and I found it hard to argue with that.
Driving into Kolkata from the airport to the hotel was an entirely unique experience. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen; it was both drab and vibrant. Poverty and glittering excess just right there on the street. Traffic was chaos, but the private driver hummed softly along to the radio like this was just another day.
Even pulling up to the hotel was unlike anything else, with hundreds of people milling about stalls that had been roughly constructed under the awning of the huge, imposing hotel. People were yelling, the smells were heady, and I could see why this country would be overwhelming. The entrance was clear however, with a guard standing at the wrought iron gates and ushering us through.
It was hot. So fucking hot. But inside those gates was a little oasis: palm trees, perfectly manicured gardens, and lawns that were clipped within an inch of their life.
The bodyguards stepped out first, their eyes roaming in every direction before we climbed out. It was overkill, but I didn’t blame the guys. If they’d been scared, I’d been terrified.
My phone chirped, and I realized I hadn’t checked in with my parents yesterday.
Aviva: Sorry guys. Forgot to check in with you yesterday. I’m in India, but don’t worry, I have security and it's beautiful here. Love you both.
I snapped a quick picture of myself in the courtyard, sent it off, and then shut off my phone. I couldn’t answer their questions any more today than I could two weeks ago.
A beautiful receptionist greeted us and led us to what I learned was the Presidential Suite. I gave Hendrick the stink eye, and he just grinned. Four-poster beds, overhead fans and an insane amount of flowers and fruits greeted us. It was gorgeous.
I flopped onto a bed, tired from the long flight, despite the fact it was another first class trip where I’d slept most of the time.
Evan and the new bodyguards had the suite beside ours, so it really just was the four of us, alone. Excitement built in my stomach about what we could do, and when Hendrick dropped down on the bed beside me, I resisted the urge to grin. I rolled over until I was straddling him, and he looked up at me with a comical look of surprise.
“Hendrick Kenley, I just realized something.”
“Flying makes you horny?”
“No. Well, maybe.” I leaned closer until my lips were just an inch from his. “I don’t think you’re such an asshole after all.”
He laughed, leaning up to capture my lips. His hands ran down my sides as he gripped my ass, pulling me firmly against his hardening dick. He fucked my mouth, grinding me down on his cock until I was panting.
“Fuck me,” I moaned in his ear, and he groaned. He rolled me onto my back until he was poised above me.
“Aw, Viva. I’m not going to deny us both the best part.” He scooted down the bed until his head was between my thighs. “I’m going to eat your delicious pussy like it's dessert. God, I’ve missed you,” he told my vagina.
I laughed, but it cut off quickly as he tore off my underwear, which probably cost more than a month's waitressing pay. Still, I didn’t complain as he bit my thigh with a growl.
