Bride by Design 2: Manchala on the Mind Read Online Free Page B

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 m e 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 rai sed 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 to o 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 F ive
     
    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 i n 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.