A smile spreads over my face. “We’re going to the island?”

“You’re very talkative for a kidnapped victim,” he mutters, and then he takes a seat next to me.

“Wait, now I’m confused. If you’re not flying the plane… are we even on a plane?” Then the engines start, and I turn my head in Demitri’s direction. “Okay, we’re on a plane. Can you take off the blindfold now?”

“No.”

“Damn, you’re taking this roleplaying thing to a whole different level.”

Once we’re airborne, I hear Demitri move again, and it feels like he’s standing in front of me.

“So now that I have you all to myself,” he says, and then I feel his hands on my knees. He pushes my legs open, and when his breath hits my clit, I understand why he wanted me to wear a dress with no underwear.

“Ohh...kay,” I moan, scooting down, so he has better access.

Best flight ever.

I’m starting to feel sleepy by the time Demitri sets me down on my feet, once a-freaking-gain, and then he finally unties my hands and takes off the blindfold.

I blink a couple of times then look around me, seeing that we are on the island. Giving Demitri an annoyed look, I mutter, “Seriously? Why the blindfold and restrains?”

“I could’ve gagged you but thought that would really piss you off.” Taking hold of my shoulders, he says, “I wanted to reenact our first time.” Then he turns me to face the coffee table, and I see a Starbucks beverage and cookie.

My heart melts.

We take a seat on the couch, and when I pick up the beverage, it feels empty. Frowning, I take off the lid and then stare at the tiny box inside.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

My breathing begins to speed up, and as I take the box out of the cup, Demitri moves off the couch and onto one knee.

Oh, God.

Emotion wells in my chest as I meet his eyes.

“We both know I suck at the romance shit.”

I let out a burst of nervous laughter and shake my head. He can never suck at anything.

Demitri’s expression softens, and then he takes the box from my hand and opens it. I lower my eyes to the ring, and my hand flies up to cover my mouth as I stare at the huge princess-cut diamond.

“Ariana, I can’t promise we won’t fight, but I promise to always fight for you. I can’t promise that life won’t try to hurt you again, but I promise to protect you from every blow. I’ll kidnap you a thousand times if it means I get to keep you.”

I struggle to blink the tears back, and then Demitri says, “Malyshka, will you marry me?”

Nodding like crazy, I dart forward and throw my arms around his neck. He rises to his feet, his arms wrapping tightly around me.

“I’ll say yes a thousand times if it means I get to keep you,” I manage to reply before being overwhelmed by tears of happiness.