After an hour when Aaliyah thought it was more than enough of enjoying herself with everyone, she went back to her floor, stopping in front of Mr. Volkov’s room.
“Miss Aaliyah, sir is not in his room right now,” Robin, who came out of the room with a wine bottle, smiled at her, and she nodded before gazing at the bottle.
“And I suppose you are taking this to your sir?” Aaliyah quirked her brow, and Robin looked at her awkwardly.
“Well.. uh… Yeah,” Robin stuttered.
He didn’t want to tell her boss’s location because Mr. Volkov especially said that he didn’t want to get disturbed by anyone, but he also said that no one was to cross Miss Aaliyah or anger her in any way. Thinking she was an important client and close to Mr. Volkov, he had no choice.
“Tell me where he is. I will pass the bottle to him,” Aaliyah smiled.
“Miss, if I were you, I wouldn’t go anywhere near Mr. Volkov right now,” Robin said, not wanting to go into details as he didn’t know how much Miss Aaliyah knew about Mr. Volkov.
“Robin, that’s the difference here. You are not me. I would want to go there even if he is in his beast mode that Samantha claimed,” Aaliyah smiled darkly. Her smile was a clear indication that she wasn’t taking no for an answer, and Robin sighed dejectedly before nodding and giving her the bottle with a glass.
“He is on the terrace. Please be careful with the wine, miss. It’s one of his favorites,” Robin said before releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, looking at the back of the girl with an uneasy expression as he dialed a number.
“Miss, I think I am done for,” Robin exclaimed, and the lady responsible for the crew members squinted her brows.
“First, calm down and tell me what happened. You didn’t anger Mr. Volkov, right?” The lady asked, and Robin sighed.
“I think he is about to get angry. Miss Aaliyah asked me where he was, and I had to tell her the location. Mr. Volkov especially told me that no one should go there, but I just couldn’t help it -”
“Calm down, Robin. Every guest on this cruise can handle their situation with Mr. Volkov themselves. And Madam Aaliyah, well, how should I put it? She is too special to Mr. Volkov. He won’t be angry at you, don’t worry,” The lady said, and Robin hummed, praying for the best.
Meanwhile, Aaliyah looked at the open wine bottle and couldn’t help but take a sip, remembering it was his favorite.
Drinking the sweet-bitter wine, she smiled before nodding, licking her lips. It was indeed good. Taking another sip, she went to the terrace, her gaze immediately following Mr. Volkov sitting on the chair beside the swimming pool.
Though only his side profile was visible in the dim light, even with this much distance, she could see his predatory posture.
Now she understood what Robin meant when he said he wouldn’t go anywhere near him and what Samantha meant by warning about his beast mode.
But wasn’t this beast a bit calm? Where is the ruckus? Aaliyah giggled at herself, the wine starting to show its effects.
Hearing some shuffling, Volkov tilted his head slightly with his eyes closed, not addressing the new person as his hand went closer to his gun subconsciously.
“Mr. Volkov,” Aaliyah slurred, and Volkov’s hand went out of his pocket, hanging by his side.
“What are you doing here, Aaliyah?” His voice was cold, but it didn’t faze Aaliyah even in the slightest.
“I brought you wine,”
“I thought I told Robin to do it,” he sighed, not wanting to get disturbed as he didn’t trust himself right now.
“Yes, well I brought you myself too,” Aaliyah’s words caught Volkov’s attention, and he finally opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting Aaliyah’s blazing ones that were filled with an emotion that Volkov never saw before as she giggled softly, looking too innocent and devouring.
“Do you even know what you are saying?” Volkov played with the ring on his finger.
“Are you angry?” Aaliyah dodged the question.
“It depends on what you are referring to,” He leaned back more comfortably, his eyes raking her figure as if drinking her like a fine wine, and Aaliyah brought her legs closer, clenching them as his gaze was arousing her.
It didn’t help that she had a few sips of wine earlier that were bringing the emotions she buries deep inside her heart.
Walking towards him, Aaliyah placed the bottle on the table in front of him, and was about to walk to the other chair when her foot slipped because of the water, but before she could fall into the water, Volkov held her hand, pulling her with a jerk and she ended up sitting on his lap.
Opening her eyes when she didn’t fall, she looked at Volkov’s side profile.
“So sharp,” Aaliyah rubbed his jaws with her thumb and giggled again before leaning in and biting his jaws, making Volkov quirk his left brow.
He looked at the half-empty bottle of wine before realizing what was happening and couldn’t help but pinch the area between his brows.
“Did you drink my wine, Aaliyah?” He asked in a low whisper that sounded like a growl, and Aaliyah hummed.
“But I am not drunk if that’s what you are worried about, Dominic,” Aaliyah said before picking up the bottle to take a sip again.
“Keep that bottle back, Aaliyah. That wasn’t for you. You should learn to see what’s yours and what’s not,” Volkov said, referring to the earlier incident when she asked Ashton if he wanted to become her dad, his hands clenching on his sides.
“I think you forgot that I don’t obey anyone, Mr. Volkov,” Aaliyah held the bottle high before gulping a mouthful of the wine, and feeling his primal nature dominating over him, Volkov smirked.
“You are not getting drunk on my watch, Aaliyah,” Volkov said before grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head to his access.
Placing his lips on hers, he pinched her cheeks to open her mouth, drinking the wine from her mouth, and Aaliyah widened her eyes, not knowing what to do.
She wanted to run away from how rough he was being, but it was too late now.
As if the wine in her mouth was the last fine wine on Earth, Volkov drank every bit of it slowly yet roughly before releasing her mouth, making her pant heavily.
Aaliyah looked into his eyes with moist eyes because of her rough breathing, her chest heaving up and down in a rhythm.
“I have never had a wine this sweet,” Volkov wiped her lips with his thumb, his eyes darkening more if possible.
Volkov didn’t want their first sober kiss to be like this. He wanted to make it special for her, but he couldn’t control himself anymore when she was acting like this. There is a limit to his patience.
Not only did she dare to come here after provoking him like this, but she dared to say those words to awaken the beast inside him. He looked into her eyes, waiting for her to run away, and Aaliyah gulped, placing her hand on his chest before standing, making him scoff inside his mind.
However, rather than running away like Volkov had expected her to do, Aaliyah stood in front of him before sitting back on his lap, this time with her legs on either side of him, and Volkov’s heart started to beat faster as he watched her every move like a hawk ready to prey.
“Would you like to drink more wine?” She asked, and Volkov raised his brows at her suggestion, knowing all too well what she meant to do.
He was about to ask again if she knew what she was speaking, but before he could even move his lips, Aaliyah leaned forward, capturing his bottom lip between hers before she started kissing him passionately just like that night.
This time he didn’t respond to her kiss. It was her punishment for making him jealous like this.
When after a few seconds, he didn’t move, Aaliyah grew frustrated, and she bit his lip, drawing out a little blood, making Volkov widen his eyes as he never expected her to become so rough.
Grabbing his t-shirt in her fists, she tore it into shreds, and Volkov froze as Aaliyah pushed her body further into his.
He didn’t know if she was drunk at the moment or not, but if these were the emotions she was hiding inside her heart, he knew very well that he wanted them out.
Placing his hand on her lower waist, he pressed her into him before he started moving his lips, making her moan as she entangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer if possible.
Roaming her hand on his chest, Aaliyah grazed his skin with her nails before clenching her legs around him, igniting an inextinguishable fire inside him as his soldier started to react even more by her moving on it so much.
“Aaliyah,” Volkov spoke, finally finding it hard to resist.
He needed her to stop this instant, or he would end up banging her on this very chair and knowing all too well that she was doing this in the intoxication of this wine, he knew it would be wrong.
He just didn’t want to have s*x with her. He wanted to make love to her. Slow, hard, and passionate, where he would thrust inside her and make her moan his name every time he would tear her walls while seeing the look of pure love in her eyes. That’s what he wanted.
“Dominic,” Aaliyah explored every corner of his mouth with her tongue, and Volkov growled in pleasure before hugging her closer to stop her hips movement. Aaliyah, who thought he was deepening the kiss, opened her mouth even more to give him easy access.
“Who am I to complain?” Volkov thought in his head before he started moving his tongue in tempo with her, sucking every bit of her before she stopped and pulled away, breathing heavily.
Placing her head on his shoulder while pressing her chest into his, Aaliyah pecked his neck before smiling contently.
“It felt good,” She mumbled, and Volkov sighed.
“You have no idea what your ‘good’ did to me, Aaliyah,” Volkov said, thinking she dozed off, but Aaliyah smiled.
“That was the whole point of it,” She said, and Volkov’s hands on her waist paused, not expecting her answer.
She was really full of surprises these days.
“I am sorry for what happened earlier. If it had been me in your place, I would’ve been more than just angry too. It was wrong of me,” Aaliyah apologized, and Volkov smiled.
“Dominic. I like how your name sounds,” Aaliyah finally dozed off, and Volkov sighed, patting her back lovingly as he let her sleep in his arms.
Aaliyah Gold, you have no idea what you are doing to me. It’s a matter of time and patience that I can handle this before I force you to be mine because I am a very impatient man.