Chapter 71: Possesive
Lyra’s POV
Two days later
“I don't know when we will return,” I shouted, my heels clicking against the concrete floor as Salvatore and I walked towards his family's private plane.
“Too bad I couldn't make it to the cottage, but isn't it great that the two of you are finally getting some time alone together?” Kate's voice came through the phone.
“He's unhappy, Kate. This isn't a vacation,” I said.
Salvatore grabbed my arm. “Let's go,” he mouthed as he began to lead me into the plane. The flight attendants locked the doors behind us as we headed to first class.
“I miss you. When school starts, you won't be here. Mia is going to continue terrorizing us,” I heard her bed squeak as she moved.
“I'll be back as soon as possible,” I said.
I sat beside Salvatore, watching as he grabbed a plate of strawberries.
“Goodbye,” Kate said, and the line went dead.
“Can I have some?” I asked. He placed a strawberry in my mouth and I chewed. He quickly grabbed my phone and turned on airplane mode.
“I don't want any distractions when we fly.”
I giggled. “My phone won't disturb the flight.”
“Yes, but it will distract your attention from me,” he said.
“Are you jealous?” I mocked. “It's just Kate, not a boy.”
“I know it's not a boy,” he wiped his mouth. “I would have broken his neck if it was,” he said with complete seriousness on his face.
I leaned closer. “How do you feel? About the wedding, I mean. I know you are unhappy, but you can talk to me if you want.”
“I know,” he whispered slowly.
Soon the plane took off into the sky. Salvatore brought out his laptop and we began to watch a movie together, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. We got to a scene where the female lead pleasured herself on the bed.
I looked away, my cheeks turning red.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He looked at the laptop and then back at me. “If this is turning you on, I'm here. You know that, right?”
I bowed my head. “It's not.”
He pulled me closer. “You are cute…” He wrapped his arms around me and cupped my chin in his hand. “…I have seen you naked multiple times and you still can't talk to me about things like that?”
I said nothing.
He turned to face me, his fingers brushing my hair behind my ear. “When was the last time you touched yourself?” His voice softened.
I looked at the girl in the video. “I have never done it.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “You haven’t?”
I shook my head.
He smiled. “Interesting. What did you do when you got horny?”
I gripped my skirt and gently fiddled with it in my hands. “Nothing. I didn't get turned on.”
He leaned backwards, his mouth open. “Wow, so I'm your first… everything?”
I nodded.
He grabbed my face and pulled me closer for a kiss. With his lips against mine, he whispered, “I want to teach you how to pleasure yourself.”
My heart raced.
His fingers slid into mine and he held my hand. “If you want, of course.” His eyes scanned my face, waiting for a response. “Do you?”
I thought for a second. “I guess… yes.”
He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “We are not doing it,” he suddenly said. He let go of me and reached for his laptop to change the movie.
“You don't want to teach me anymore?” I adjusted my jacket.
“I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want,” he responded. “It sounded like you weren’t interested.”
“No, no, I am,” I quickly said.
He leaned in. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
His hand dropped onto my thigh. “When we get to Spain then…”
By the time we got to Spain, I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He led me down the plane and into a car that was already waiting for us.
At the hotel, we were staying in a suite. It was a large space with a king-sized bed in the corner. We were on the twelfth floor. In front of me was a glass wall through which you could see the entire city.
“Great view, huh?” he asked as the workers placed our things in the closet.
I nodded.
“You know…” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, placing his chest against my back as we both stared out at the city. “I have been to Spain before.”
I chuckled. “Not surprising.”
“Without my parents’ permission. They looked for me for two weeks, declared me missing and everything.”
My lips parted and I turned to face him. “Now that’s surprising.”
“I was mad at my parents and came here alone in our plane. I mean, obviously I didn’t fly it.”
I scoffed. “How did you communicate? Do you speak—”
As he tried to speak, one of the men turned to face us. “Your bags are in place. If you need anything, let us know.”
Salvatore nodded.
As they turned to step out, three men walked in with trays of food in their hands. I pulled away from Salvatore and took off my overcoat. I tried to toss it on the bed but one of the men shouted.
I turned around. I didn’t understand what he said because he had spoken in Spanish. I watched him walk over to me. “I’ll handle it,” he said and grabbed my coat. “A beautiful woman should have a helping hand,” he said and hung it on a coat rack.
He made a remark to his friend in Spanish and they both laughed.
Salvatore put both hands behind his back, his blonde hair gleaming under the hotel lights. “If you keep talking about my woman like that, you are both going to lose your jobs,” he said sternly.
I gave him a puzzled look. He understood Spanish?
I didn’t know that about him.
The men exchanged glances. “We were just joking,” one of them said with a heavy accent.
Salvatore moved towards them. “Joking about my girlfriend’s legs… how her breasts looked perfect in her shirt and how good it would be to…” He tilted his head, his fingers running against each other. “…smash her? I believe you meant sex. That is your idea of a joke?”
They fell silent.
“Call your manager,” he said.
They both dropped to their knees, rubbing their hands together. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I knew they were begging. Salvatore clenched his fists and gripped one of their shirts.
“Salvatore, don’t fight,” I stepped forward.
He turned to see me, his eyes red with anger. “I’m sorry, love. I’m a jealous man,” he said and lifted
his hand to punch
I gaped, my hand flying to my mouth as his fist pressed against the guy’s nose.
It bled.