Bride By Design 2: Manchala On The Mind (Taken By The Billionaire) Page 3

  I was led to Colin's plane - a modest, white jet with a beautiful interior. It was decked out in cream and soft lights, the seats a gorgeous tan leather and the carpet a deep burgundy.

  "Why do you ever fly commercial?" I wondered out loud, and Colin grinned.

  "All planes need repairs, and mine was being maintained last week - lucky for me."

  He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I had to laugh. He was too silly and lighthearted to stay mad at, and I allowed him to lead me to our seats. They were wide, attached side-by-side, and I could tell they lay down flat when needed.

  Colin removed the armrest between us, and we did up our seatbelts. I felt a bit awkward sitting that close to him, so I wiggled away to the far end of my seat.

  Colin watched me with amusement and waved his arms around as he declared in a broad Irish accent, "Ye can't escape me, wench!"

  I giggled helplessly, and allowed him to grab my waist and pull me towards him. He leered at me with exaggerated lecherousness, his face inches from mine, and I laughed at the absurdity of it all.

  I wondered if he was going to kiss me, when the stewardess arrived.

  She was tall, thin and beautiful, and batted her eyelids at Colin as she asked, "Would you like me to serve anything before takeoff, Mr Anderson?"

  Colin let me go and winked at her. "It's Colin, thanks - and yes, we would love some champagne."

  She simpered, and the rage bubbled inside me as she walked away, swaying her beautiful hips.

  "You need a stewardess just for yourself?" The bitterness was evident in my voice, and I hoped my jealousy wasn't that obvious.

  Colin shrugged. "Why not get every luxury you can afford? And having beautiful girls around is nice."

  He stroked my neck carelessly, and I flinched and moved away.

  I refused my champagne when it arrived, but Colin took his, and I thought he stroked the stewardess's fingers as he took his glass.

  He sipped it slowly, and then a light went on overhead.

  The blonde stewardess arrived again and said apologetically, "I'm sorry sir, but we're ready to takeoff now."

  She leaned forward to take his glass, bending down and revealing most of her voluptuous assets.

  As soon as she was gone I glared at Colin and asked, "Get a good eyeful?"

  He turned and looked at me appraisingly. I noticed how his eyes had specks of gold in them, and he said, "You're not jealous are you?"

  I scoffed. "Of course not."

  He started to slide a hand slowly up my inner thigh. "Because if you are, we can fix it, you know."

  I pushed his hand away, and crossed my arms. We stayed silent till the plane had taken off, and then the stewardess appeared again.

  "Would you like anything to eat or drink, Colin?"

  She caressed his name seductively, and completely ignored me.

  "No, that's fine. Why don't you go and relax in the cockpit, we can always get to the kitchen ourselves if we change our minds."

  Colin's smile was broad, his voice charming and mesmerizing. She smiled and sashayed away.

  I wanted to say something, but I was afraid I'd seem petty and jealous. I shrugged internally. So what if Colin wanted other girls? I wasn't with him really, and I didn't plan on being with him.

  "Are you sure you're not jealous? Because you're looking at her like you want to rip her eyeballs out."

  I glowered at him. He looked smug and self-satisfied, as if he'd just earned a gold medal for something. "Don't act like you can read my mind. You can't, and I don't care if you want to flirt with other girls. Go ahead and sleep with everyone around, see if I care."

  "Hmm, but you should care." He was smooth, trailing his fingers down my hair and then grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him when I tried to glance away. "You're meant to be my bride, we're meant to be newlyweds. You should be jealous of every woman I glance at, and people will expect to see a lot of this."

  His hands moved to the back of my neck, and his lips crushed down on mine. His tongue rushed in, insistent and demanding, and I pushed it back with mine, sucking and devouring him. My body burned with the heat from his mouth, my back arched, and I pressed myself into him for more, savoring the warmth of his mouth.

  He responded, his kiss become more fervent, and I moaned into his mouth. I felt his hand pressing down on my breast, kneading it urgently, before it moved down to my thighs and slid up under my dress. He caressed me over my panties, stroking me, pressing hard against my nub and making me thrash with desire.

  I'm not sure how I did it, but at some point my brain switched on again and I pushed him off and moved across the aisle to the opposite seat.

  From that safe distance, I glared at him. "This isn't happening."

  "Why not?" His eyes were pleading and lustrous with desire, but I shook my head and narrowed my eyes.

  "You're not seducing me."

  He raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget that I know how wet you are? You know you want this."

  "No, I don't. You're not using me and leaving me by the wayside like you do with the rest of your girls."

  He smiled and tried to say something, but I cut him off and found some headphones to pull over my ears. I wasn't letting him make me feel anything for him. Well, ok, maybe I felt a bit of desire, but I was going to squash that, power through this week and then hopefully move on with my life.

  I didn't talk to him for the rest of the flight. I found a tablet tucked into a shelf on the wall, and I watched episodes of American Dad, one after the other, trying to get my mind off Colin.

  The plane landed and pulled up to a small airport. I saw the pilot and the stewardess rush around and try to align the narrow staircase we'd have to walk down, and then they went down to the tarmac to wait for us.

  "Come on," said Colin, as got out of our seats, "We can't go to Manchala mad at each other."

  I nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be professional."

  "I don't need you to be professional, I need you to be my horny new wife."

  Before I knew it, his hands were around my waist, and he was pressing me forwards against him. His lips were hot and demanding against mine, his teeth pressing against mine as his tongue explored my mouth. I felt his hard chest, my breasts pressed up against him, and his hands moved down slowly.

  I felt my annoyance dissipating, and his hands finally found my ass. They groped my soft cheeks and squeezed me tight, before moving back up again.

  Colin pulled away. "There. We’re all ready now."

  I felt myself blushing and cursed my foolishness silently. Next time, I'd push him away as soon as he touched me. Trouble was, he was just too magnetic. I couldn't get the taste of his minty breath out of my mind, even as we crossed through the airport and boarded a smaller plane.

  Chapter Five

  I love flying, but not like this.

  I grabbed the sides of my seat, and closed my eyes. This felt like flying on a kite. We were buffeted by the winds as the pilot reassured me that it was all very safe.

  Yeah, right.

  I began to say my prayers under my breath, begging God to forgive me and not send me to Hell in this tiny aircraft.

  I felt Colin's arm around my shoulders, but it didn't help. If the plane was going down, his being nice to me wouldn't make a difference.

  After what seemed like ages, the pilot announced, "We're almost there."

  I was near tears, but I opened my eyes and looked down. The island of Manchala lay beneath us, its aquamarine coasts shimmering in the light, the dark green forests glinting mysteriously.

  I almost gasped out loud. It was so beautiful and unexpected, it took my breath away. But in the next minute, we started to descend, and I groaned and closed my eyes again.

  Finally, it was all over. My stomach felt like it was about to explode and my ears had a strange ringing sound in them. I remembered that we'd have to do this again on the way back and I almost fainted with fear.

  I knew I must have looked like a ghost,
but I let Colin help me out of the horrible aircraft.

  My legs were shaky, and he held me tight as the pilot got our bags out. I was thankful for his presence and I tried to regain my composure. I was surprised Colin was unfazed by it all and even seemed to enjoy it - he was like a rock, I decided.

  A jeep was driving towards us, blowing up a cloud of dust.

  "That must be Sir D.," Colin murmured, giving me a soft kiss. "Remember, we're newlyweds and you love me heaps."

  I smiled and tried to prepare for my charade, when I felt Colin's grip around my waist loosen. He cursed softly, and I peered closely at the jeep.

  It was unmistakable - George was sitting beside the driver, grinning and waving at us.

  I saw a mask of politeness descend on Colin's face, and decided that I should do the same and not let my surprise show.

  Sir Donald came around and shook hands with Colin.

  "Colin! Great to see you again." He turned to me, "And this must be your lovely bride?"

  Colin beamed with pride and said, "Sir Donald, this is Lisa. We decided to elope a few weeks ago, I couldn't wait to introduce her to you."

  George had come out of the jeep and stood beside Sir Donald. "How surprising you're married," he remarked snidely, but Colin took it in stride, as if he was expecting the question.

  "Yes, of course, it took me a while to settle down - but I do believe in waiting for the right person." He pulled me closer to him and looked deep into my eyes. Although I knew it was all a game, I felt myself sinking into those green depths. "I knew, the minute I saw Lisa, that she was the One."

  Sir Donald nodded with pleasure. "Of course! Love is the ultimate goal of our lives, and I can see you two are deeply in love."

  I couldn't miss the look of disbelief on George's face, but I smiled and moved out of Colin's grasp to embrace Sir Donald. "It's lovely to meet you, Sir Donald."

  "Please, just call me Don, all my friends do. I think you'll have a good time here, allow me to drive you two back and introduce you to the rest of our guests."

  The pilot was already arranging our bags, and I followed Don into the jeep and climbed up.

  George, however, was not ready to let us get off so easily. "So, Colin, how come we didn't hear about your wedding in the tabloids? You appear so often with so many different girls, after all."

  Connor chuckled. "Oh, you shouldn't believe everything they say in those rags. And yeah, they're actually the reason why Lisa and I decided to elope - we didn't want any attention, we just want to spend some time with each other, so we're both keeping our heads low and maintaining the secret."

  Don nodded. "Yes, of course. I believe every newlywed couple deserves some privacy and time alone." He turned to me, "I'm sorry to be interrupting your honeymoon period."

  "Oh, not at all!" I gushed, "This is like a honeymoon itself! The island is so beautiful, I really felt breathless when I saw it from the air…"

  Don chuckled happily, and proceeded to tell me about the history of the island. I tried to pay attention, and admired the views as we drove along the dusty roads, until the house could finally be seen in the distance.

  I could tell that Colin was unnerved by George's presence, even though he tried not to show it. The man clearly knew a lot about Colin, and he was out for vengeance. I wondered what the other couples would be like, and how the week would turn out for us.

  … Continued in Bride By Design 3: Manchala Nights (coming soon).

  Alicia Roberts Is The Author Of:

  Keira's Journey: The Billionaire's Submissive, BDSM Romance Series:

  Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive

  Keira's Visit: The Billionaire's Submissive 2

  Keira's Past: The Billionaire's Submissive 3

  The Billionaire's Contract Trilogy, Adult Romance Series:

  The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals

  The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations

  The Billionaire's Contract 3: Aftermath

  Bride By Design, Adult Romance Series

  Bride By Design: Flights of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)

  Bride By Design 2: Manchala On The Mind (Taken By The Billionaire)

  (Coming Soon) Bride By Design 3: Manchala Nights (Taken By The Billionaire)

  She is available on twitter; her username is @AliciaRRoberts

  She blogs at http://aliciarroberts.wordpress.com

  Her email address is aliciarights@gmail.com

  Excerpt From The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals

  Description:

  Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical college drop-out.

  They live in completely different worlds, and under normal circumstances, their passionate encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.

  Extract:

  "What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.

  "It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.

  A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.

  He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.

  I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?

  His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.

  "There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."

  I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.

  As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…

  Wait, what am I doing?

  The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of here.

  His fingers started to toy with my nipple, quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand slide across to my other breast…

  I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last chance, it said.

  I tried to lift myself up and push him off me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open, revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric.

  He raised his head and stared into my eyes, "You can leave if you really want to."

  I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements, this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my waist.

  His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.

  Extract From "Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive"

  Description:

  Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her
punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.

  At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…