Page 99 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
She thought this was a work trip.
She thought she was safe.
But there was no escape from me not at 30,000 feet and not in Paris.
I shifted in my seat, adjusting my hard dick within my trousers. No point pretending. My cock had been rock-hard for the last twenty minutes.
She moaned softly in her sleep, pressing her thighs together beneath my coat.
Lucia didn’t know it yet, but by the end of this trip, she’d belong to me in every sense—mind, body and womb.
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When the plane touched down, Lucia’s eyes fluttered open. She looked around, confused, until her gaze landed on me.
That’s when the panic set in.
She clutched my suit jacket like it was some kind of shield between us.
“Calm down,” I said, voice low. “You didn’t let any of your secrets slip.”
I leaned closer, letting the smirk curve my lips.
“Although… you did call me the Dubois devil.”
Her pupils blew up. The longer I stared into her eyes, the stormier they became, and the brilliant blue seemed to darken. She owed me months of torment.
Payment I intended to collect in full.
I eased back into my seat.
I heard her draw in a slow breath through her nose, steadying herself before she spoke.
“I’m sorry, Mr Dubois,” she whispered, voice still heavy from sleep.
I leaned forward, keeping my tone low and deliberate. “You’ll call me Laurent when you’re alone with me.”
I peeled my jacket away from her.
“Now say it.”
“Laurent,” she breathed, soft and raw.
“Good girl,” I praised, letting a slow smile tug at my mouth.
Her little whimper made me clench my jaw. I wanted to hear every sound she could produce—especially when she was in my bed.
Garrett moved behind us, silent as always, and I unclipped my belt.
It was time to disembark.
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I waited until she opened her room door before dropping the bombshell.
“Dinner’s been cancelled tonight,” I said casually, already turning away. “But since I don’t want the reservation to go to waste, be ready for seven.”
She was still sputtering when I was halfway to my own door.
