I was carted off to Drakos' penthouse before I got a chance to blink. The sarcasm is at an all-time high right now.

Surprisingly, the vomiting stopped and I'm feeling much better. After I got enough hours of sleep, my body felt rejuvenated. During the entire flight back to America, Drakos sank himself into his laptop, accomplishing the tasks that he missed out on because of his search for me.

I found myself staring hard at his physical appearance and how he looked so much different from an average man. Crimson hair and amber eyes were nonexistent in my opinion. However, behind the fan of his lashes were the dark round circles flecked with black.

How did I not notice all of this thoroughly? Maybe because his money was all I saw and cared for. Green, green. Dollar signs.

I snuggled into the warm blanket as I sat in the chair with my legs drawn up beneath me. Kirk stayed on the island but promised to be back to visit me whenever he had the chance. Falcon and Stephon were now fucking each other's body into fatigue in the private room.

Their loud, unmodulated moans seeped through the walls causing me to cringe. How often do they have sex? It seems very frequent. Stephon tried to talk to me but I ignored him, he's partly the cause of this anyway. Snitches are bitches.

We were supposed to be close friends! Damn, if I knew he was fucking Drakos Armander's brother I would have retraced my steps off of that boat and dock before it sailed and sealed my fate.

When we arrived, I was stunned by the impressive view. The whole entire top floor was surrounded by glass from the floor to the ceiling with thick curtains draped around certain portions of it to obscure the sunlight. The curtains were a dark red shade with golden intricate designs curling through it.

The center of the room housed a large sitting area, positioned in a circular angle around a small coffee table. Marble stretched throughout the entire vicinity, flossed to perfection, reflecting whatever skimmed across its surface.

The entire scenery was calming, with the setting sun in the background, it cast an amber effect against the curtains and other objects in the room.

Long, golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling in various areas of the room, but there was a large one right above the sitting area that shimmered and reflected magnificently in the sun's glow.

Overall, his abode was amazing. Falcon and Stephon retired to the guest room where I'm certain sex was accompanied by their absence. If Stephon was a female, his ass would be pregnant by now. All they do is fuck. I bet he feeds off of Falcon's cock because he never gets enough of it.

Drakos took me to his bedroom up a swirling flight of stairs, opening to a spacious bedroom cast in darkness. This room, in particular, was the darkest in his penthouse. No sunlight peeped through the closed curtains, which obscured it from creating beautiful hues against the walls and furniture.

I took a cursory glance around and gasped at the large dragon painting on the wall facing the enormous bed. It was simply fascinating. Whoever drew and painted this art was tremendously skilled. The dragon's scales were thoroughly detailed in red and black shades, the eyes were colored silver and the entire body looked as if it was popping from out of the wall.

Subconsciously I walked over to it and ran my hand over the marvelous design. "Who did this?" I asked breathlessly.

"I did," He said from behind me, so close that his breath ghosted along my ear.

I pitched and spun to face him, breathing heavily from fright.

"Don't do that. You scared the shit outta me!" I gasped.

"My apologies, you were so engrossed in your gawking that I could not help but silently creep up on you." He chuckled.

"You need a freaking bell around your throat to announce your approach because you're too quiet. But besides that, you did...this!?" I asked in astonishment, I turned, gesturing at the beautiful creation.

"Yes, my little rebel. I did that. I'm skilled with my hands in many ways." He gave me a suggestive look hinting at his perversions. I rolled my eyes and gave him a serious expression. He returned it with a smile and trailed his hands up my arms as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, whispering, "Someday I can tattoo your body with not just my love bites, but my art. Your beautiful pale skin will bring them to life."

My breath caught and heat rushed through my body. My cock pulsed awake and I bit my bottom lip to cage the moan that rumbled up my throat. "That--that sounds lovely,"

"Not as lovely as your sweet, tight body." His voice dipped lower in a husky tone that sent shivers up my spine.

A wet trail came up my neck and I hissed in pleasure as he licked my neck so deliciously, carnally, nipping my ear afterward. "I can possibly give you a good fucking as I beautify your body with each stroke of my brush. I'll start from your nipples, and end at your sweet cock."

"Stop teasing me," I gasped out, trying almost futilely to repel his advances. He smelt so good, his lips were like soft cotton brushing along my heated skin. "Why did you paint a dragon on your wall? Of all the mythical creatures, why a dragon?"

Desire rippled through me but inquisition mingled with that, at least allowing me to think straight through his soft, pleasant, cock-stirring kisses.

A kiss on my collarbone, followed by my throat, accompanied by a chaste lick further up, ending with a nibble then a hard suck right below my jawline. My breathing accelerated to shuddering pants by now and I tilted my to the side, allowing him easy access to my throat. Right then, desire controlled me, if he wanted to nibble, just bite away, but answer my question in-between.

Suddenly, the kisses stopped and his succulent lips were seated by my ear, so close that I felt them move seductively as he said, "Because I am one."