Page 33 of Marcellus: House of Drakos

For the first two hours of the three-hour flight to Florida, Marcellus was in the cockpit with his pilots.

Savannah sat near the back of the plane with more leg room than she thought was possible on a plane.

She could stretch out all the way, and she did.

That entire private plane experience was new to her.

She always assumed private planes were like those two small planes that crashed across the street from Marcellus’s mansion.

The kind of planes that seated eight to ten passengers and looked cozy, but never that comfortable.

But Marcellus’s plane was a jumbo jet, capable of seating nearly four hundred people.

And the only people on that massive plane was herself, Marcellus, and his pilots and flight crew.

A crew, she also noticed, that constantly asked if she was okay, if she needed anything, could they do anything for her.

She knew Marcellus ordered them to be so solicitous to her, but she loved it. She’d rarely been treated so well.

Thanks to the technology onboard such an advanced private jet, her cell phone rang. When she saw it was Tyla, she smiled and happily answered. “Hey girl.”

“Don’t hey girl me. Are you okay? You haven’t been answering my texts.”

Savannah hadn’t even bothered to check her texts. “My bad. But I’m good. How are you?”

“What do you mean you’re good? You found a job?”

At first Savannah was confused. Why was she asking her such a question?

Then she realized, just last night, she was in her apartment searching frantically for a job when knocks were heard on her front door.

She told Tyla she’d get back with her and never did.

Which meant Tyla knew nothing about the complete turnaround in her life. “They found Niko,” she said happily.

“And?”

“And he reinstated me. At least he will when I get back.”

“Get back? Back from where?”

“I had to fly out of town, but I’ll be back later today or tomorrow.”

“Wait a minute now girl. What you mean you had to fly out of town? Where you going? And with who? Niko?”

Savannah wasn’t ready to say too much, especially since she wasn’t sure what to say herself. “No, I’m with his father.”

“His father?” Then it seemed to register with Tyla. “Oh no you’re not! Are you telling me you’re on his private jet? That you’re actually going somewhere with Marcellus Drakos the billionaire?”

Savannah smiled Tyla had such an expressive voice. “Yes.”

“He’s been all over the news girl!”

“I know.”

“Two planes collided and crashed right in front of his house.”

“Yes I know, I know. I saw it when it happened.”

There was a pause. “You did?”

“Yes.”

Then she could tell Tyla was putting two and two together. “Wait a minute,” she said. “Who was knocking on your door last night?”

Savannah leaned back. “Nobody really.”

“Vanna, don’t you dare shut down on me. Who was it?”

Then Savannah saw Marcellus coming out of the cockpit and heading her way.

Which she was pleased to see on many levels.

Including using it as an excuse to get off of the phone with Tyla.

“Listen, I’ll talk to you later. Gotta go,” she said, and ended the call even as Tyla was asking more questions.

Then she put her phone on what it should have been on all along: airplane mode.

But she noticed how Marcellus seemed to be looking at her with some trepidation. Even suspiciously. “Everything alright?” she asked him.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Me?”

Marcellus wasn’t going to respond to that. It went without saying that he meant her.

“Just Tyla. She’s my best friend.”

“I didn’t know you had a best friend.”

“Everybody has a best friend. At least most people. Don’t you?”

Marcellus didn’t respond to that either. He’d never really had a true friend in his life, let alone a best one. He’d had associates and acquaintances, but never true friends. “What did she want?”

“She was concerned about me. I didn’t return her text messages.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing much. You came along and I told her I’d call her back later.”

That look in his eyes made it clear to Savannah that he suspected she had said more than what she was admitting to, but he was willing to overlook it for now.

He, instead, began to look down the length of her body as if he was assessing her.

She still wore her bodycon, form-fitting red dress, and from the way he was looking at that dress and her crossed legs she could tell he was aroused.

When she looked down the length of him, she could see it too.

“Come with me,” he said and began walking to the middle of the plane.

She grabbed her phone and got up without hesitation, following him.

She didn’t know why he had that effect on her, but he did.

Whenever he gave a command for her to come to him or follow him, she did so without any reservations.

It was as if being with him was the point for her.

He opened the door to what turned out to be a huge master bedroom. Once she walked across the threshold, he began closing and locking the door.

But she was too busy in awe of the room itself to notice it. “A whole bedroom on a plane?” She could not believe it. “Really?”

He smiled. “It’s not that unusual, Savannah. Not on private planes of this size.”

“It’s unusual in my world.”

Marcellus hesitated as he locked the door. And then he looked at her. “You’re in my world now. Where you’re going to stay.”

He said it as if it was a natural fact when she knew it was no such thing. They hadn’t even had a conversation to that effect. She looked at him with a look of piqued curiosity. She didn’t like ambiguity. She liked in your face straight talk. “What do you mean?”

Marcellus stared at her too. He wasn’t sure if it was the time or place, but given the uncertainties that surrounded every aspect of his life lately, would there ever be a right time or right place?

He moved into her personal space, placed his hands on her arms, and latched on with unblinking eye contact.

Besides, it was self-evident to him that she was the one. From the moment he first met her eight years ago until that moment on his plane, he knew there was nobody like her. There was no going back. “From here on out,” he said to her, “you’re with me.”

That sounded good. Even great. But Savannah needed more. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, moving her even closer against him, “that from this day for the rest of our lives we are together. You’re my lady. I’m your man.”

Savannah’s heart soared. It felt like a dream come true!

But it still felt murky to her. She knew about his exploits with females.

Niko used to tell her about them often as he declared himself just like his father in that department.

He always added in that department as if his life was compartmentalized and all the bad stuff he did was his father’s fault.

“I’m your one and only lady, or one of many ladies? ” she felt a need to ask him.

Marcellus was horny as hell. His hooded eyelids told her so even as his aroused penis pressed against her thigh told it too. “What do you think?” he asked her in a heavier voice.

But Savannah was shaking her head. “I need an answer, not a question. You got to be clear with me.”

“You are my one and only lady,” he said to her. “The only one I want. The only one I’m going to have.” Then he slammed her against his body with such force that it excited Savannah. “Is that clear enough for you?”

It was so harsh and so sexy both at the same time that it took her breath away. And she smiled. “As clear as glass,” she said.

But Marcellus couldn’t smile. This was serious business for him. He never thought he’d find her when he lost her eight years ago. And now she was back. She was never leaving his side.

He lifted her into his arms, carried her to his huge King bed, and sat her down. He undressed himself first, and then her. And then he knelt down, opened her up, and made love to her with his mouth.

Savannah grabbed sheets as she laid back and tried her best to hold on. She wanted to scream out, but she didn’t want to alert his flight crew. She bit her tongue as he bit her. Which made her want to scream all over again.

And then he lifted her, pulled back the covers, and they both got in bed.

She got on top and rode him for nearly half an hour.

He squeezed her breasts and leaned her down and kissed her, and held her as she rode.

He loved looking at her gorgeous face and body and he realized he loved everything about her.

She turned him on with such an urgency of emotions that he nearly came twice.

But he held on. And then it was his turn.

He moved her on her back, got on top of her, and took them home. He made love to her so tenderly yet so passionately that it kept them on the edge of cum in a way that was uniquely beautiful.

And when she came, she came with one of the longest and most sensational cums she’d ever experienced.

And then he came after that.

And then he remained inside of her as he moved off of her, and turned them on their sides: face to face.

She was smiling. “Good thing I’m on birth control or we would be in trouble buddy.”

He laughed. Then reality seemed to set back in and they both eased up on the joy. This wasn’t a joyous trip. This wasn’t some joyous get together. He was going to see his half-brother for the first time ever. It was fraught with risks and dangers.

But it was the only bit of a chance he had. He had to take it.

He kissed her and held her. “Get some sleep,” he said to her, although he knew it would be more like a quick nap.

Because less than twenty minutes later, his intercom buzzed. She was still in his arms as they both had fallen asleep, but the buzz had awakened him. He pressed the button. “Yes?”

“We have arrived, sir.”

It was only then did Marcellus realize they were no longer in flight. He looked out of his plane’s window and saw a motorcade, replete with bodyguards, awaiting his arrival. He did not want to be there, but he knew he had no choice.

“Thank you,” he said and then he released the button. Then he tried with all within him to control his hammering heart.