His Love (By His Command #10) Read Free Page A

Just as my eyes started to close, Jonathan leaned
forward.
    “Okay, next part.”
    I sat up and focused. I looked out
the window and saw the small private jet right next to us. We were literally on
a runway at an airport.
    “Is it safe?” I asked.
    The last time I was on a private
jet with Jonathan, Katherine had appeared.
    “We’re not getting on that,”
Jonathan said. “Just wait and watch.”
    The black car came to a stop. Two
men in black suits came running to the car. The front passenger door opened and
once again, two people came out, just like at the hotel. They had their heads
covered and the two men in suits hurried to create the illusion that the two
people were Jonathan Black and me.
    That’s when the black car sped up
again.
    I looked around and grew nervous. I
could sense something happening.
    Something bad.
    “Faster,” Jonathan whispered.
“Faster...”
    The car sped up. I looked out the
back window and saw the plane already moving. It started to turn, ready to speed
up and eventually take off. In the distance I saw lights. Flashing lights.
    The police, detectives, whomever...
they were after us again.
    I touched Jonathan’s leg and
squeezed.
    “It’s okay. We’re moving...”
    The car took a turn too fast. I
crashed into Jonathan and let out a cry. Then we came to a sudden stop. I would
have been thrown forward if Jonathan hadn’t been holding me tight. He opened
the back door on his own and we hurried out of the car. Five feet away waited
another car.
    But this one wasn’t black.
    This one was... normal.
    A regular green car.
    A four door car. A family car.
Something that said nothing about money, power, greed, or murder.
    Jonathan opened the back door and
pointed. I climbed into the car and he came after me. I sat and Jonathan put an
arm around me and smiled.
    “We aren’t sitting,” he whispered.
“We have to get on the floor together.”
    “The floor?” I asked.
    “Yes... hurry.”
    I slithered my way to the floor in
the backseat. It was big but not big enough for two people. Which meant... Jonathan climbed on me.
    He was on top of me when the car
started to move. His body was against mine. He smelled amazing and looked
killer sexy. When he saw the look in my eyes he kissed me.
    Jonathan broke the kiss and touched
my cheek.
    “Don’t be nervous,” he whispered.
    “I’m not,” I said. “At all.”
    “We’re going back and they’re going
to come and find the empty car. They’ll stop the plane from taking off too.
Confusion, confusion.”
    “Jonathan...”
    Jonathan shook his head. His lip
curled for a second. “I’m on top of you...” He thrust at me, letting me feel
him growing in size. I couldn’t believe he could get hard at such a time. Although
it shouldn’t have surprised me. “You know what to call me...”
    “Sorry,” I whispered. “Mr. Black.”
    “Good girl.”
    Jonathan kissed me again, this time
with force and passion. He didn’t let up either. His body was strong, between
his legs hard, his tongue exploring my mouth. I put my hands to his shoulders
and pulled at him, wanting him so bad.
    And that’s how we remained,
enthralled with each other as we escaped... together.

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    When the car finally stopped and
Jonathan climbed off me, I felt paralyzed by erotic need. Watching him move
away from me was torture. He looked around and then smiled.
    “We’re here,” he whispered. “Come.
Quick.”
    He opened the door and we left the
car.
    We were at... another hotel.
    Another
hotel?
    “Where are we?” I asked.
    “Little ways out of the city. Still
plenty to take care of Isabella Grace. Come.”
    He took my hand and walked so slow
and so calm. We entered a side door and skipped the stairs. Jonathan walked me
to an elevator and we were suddenly normal. Life was calm. Life was okay. It
was an illusion, and I knew that, but it felt good to be calm for a minute.
Even just to catch my breath before it all started up again.
    At the top floor of the