Feb 6 2013 5:30pm
A tropical getaway with a cast of global power-hungry elites turns sour when they find out maybe they don’t control as much of the world as they thought.
In The Power Trip you will meet Aleksandr Kasianenko, a billionaire Russian oligarch, as he sets sail on his premiere superyacht The Bianca. You’ll meet his sexy supermodel girlfriend, whom The Bianca is named after, and five dynamic, powerful and famous couples invited on the yacht’s maiden voyage: Hammond Patterson, a driven Senator, and his lovely but unhappy wife, Sierra. Cliff Baxter, a charming, never married movie star, and his ex-waitress girlfriend, Lori. Taye Sherwin, a famous black UK footballer and his interior designer wife, Ashley. Luca Perez, a male Latin singing sensation with his older decadent English boyfriend, Jeromy. And Flynn, a maverick journalist with his Asian renegade female friend, Xuan.
You will also meet Russian mobster, Sergei Zukov, a man with a grudge against Aleksandr. And Sergei’s Mexican beauty queen girlfriend, Ina, whose brother, Cruz, is a master pirate with orders to hold The Bianca and its illustrious rota of guests for ransom.
Get a sneak peek with an exclusive look at selected scenes from Jackie Collins's The Power Trip (available February 12, 2013).
The Russian billionaire Aleksandr Kasianenko admired his supermodel girlfriend as she stepped, unabashedly naked, out of the indoor swimming pool in his luxurious Moscow mansion. Her name was Bianca, and she was known across the world.
God, she is a beautiful creature, Aleksandr thought. Beautiful and sleekly feline—she moves like a panther. And in bed she is a wild tigress. I am a very fortunate man.
Bianca was of mixed race: her mother was Cuban, her father black. There was no doubt that Bianca had inherited the best of both her parents’ looks.
She’d been raised in New York, was discovered at seventeen, and now, at age twenty-nine, she was the most sought-after supermodel on the planet. Tall, lean, and agile, with coffee-colored skin, fine features, full natural lips, piercing green eyes, and waist-length glossy black hair, Bianca captivated both men and women. Men found her irresistibly sexy, while women admired her sense of style and raunchy humor, which she exhibited every time she appeared on the late-night talk shows.
Bianca knew how to handle herself in front of the cameras, and she certainly knew how to plug her brand. Over the years, she’d created a mini empire that included a fine-jewelry line, exotic sunglasses, a stunning makeup collection for women of color, and several bestselling scents.
Bianca had mastered the art of the sell, making a fortune doing so. But recently, she’d decided that rather than be a one-woman band who worked hard for her money, she was looking for more. She was looking for a powerful man who would take care of her and parlay the money she’d earned into super-rich status.
Aleksandr Kasianenko was just such a man, because Aleksandr was not only a powerful, super-rich businessman, he was also tough and rugged, with a steely reserve.
Bianca was sick of the long list of pretty boys she’d dated over the years. Movie stars, a clutch of rock stars, a half dozen sports heroes, and a politician or two. None of them had really satisfied her—in bed or out. She’d always been the dominant force in whatever relationship she’d been trapped in. The movie stars were all insecure and fixated on their public image. Rock stars were mostly into drugs and getting fucked up, not to mention totally vain. The sports stars were publicity crazy and never faithful. And as for the politicians—sexually incorrect. All horn and no blow.
Then, at exactly the right time, she’d met Aleksandr. And she’d fallen for his silent strength.
Only one problem. He was married.
They’d met on Aleksandr’s home turf. She was in Moscow doing a cover shoot for Italian Vogue, and since it happened to be her twenty-ninth birthday, the flamboyant photographer, Antonio—an Italian gay man who knew absolutely everyone who was anyone in Moscow—had decided to throw her a massive party.
The party was a blast. Until she was introduced to Aleksandr. The moment she saw him, he took her breath away with his brooding dark looks and aura of control and power. He was big and strong, and there was something magnetic about him, something incredibly masculine. One look and she was hooked.
He didn’t tell her he was married. She didn’t ask.
An hour after their first encounter, they were making fast, ferocious love on the floor in her hotel suite. Their lovemaking was animalistic in its intensity, so overpowering that they’d never made it as far as the bedroom. It was all clothes off and straight at it.
After their night of unbridled passion, they were both swept up and addicted to each other. And so began their steamy affair, an affair that had them meeting all over the world.
Now, after one year, and in spite of Aleksandr’s marital status, they were still very much together.
Aleksandr had assured Bianca that he was in the throes of divorcing his wife, but due to several massive business deals that could affect his wife’s settlement, it still had not happened. He also had children to consider. Three daughters. “The timing has to be right,” he’d informed her. “However, it will happen, and it will happen soon. You have my word.”
Bianca believed him. He was separated from his wife, so that was a promising beginning. Still, she couldn’t help wanting more. She wanted to be Mrs. Aleksandr Kasianenko, and the less time wasted, the better.
In the meantime, Aleksandr wished to celebrate his love’s upcoming thirtieth birthday in a big way. He’d recently taken delivery of a new, luxurious four-hundred-foot super-yacht, and to christen their maiden voyage, he planned on throwing Bianca a once-in-a-lifetime special event she would never forget. The celebrations would include inviting several of their friends on a weeklong cruise to enjoy the best of everything. What could be better?
When he informed Bianca of his plan, she was excited, and immediately started thinking about whom they would invite on this very exclusive trip.
“How many can your new yacht accommodate?” she inquired. “Many,” Aleksandr replied with a dry laugh. “But I feel we should invite only five couples.”
“Why only five?” Bianca asked, slightly disappointed.
“It’s enough,” Aleksandr replied. “You make your list, I make mine. Then we will compare and decide who gets invited.”
Bianca grinned. “This is gonna be fun,” she said, already planning her list.
“Indeed it will,” Aleksandr agreed.
Bianca reached for a towel, wrapping it around her smooth, gleaming body as she moved closer to Aleksandr.
He seized a corner of the towel and roughly pulled it away from her. The towel fluttered to the ground.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice a throaty growl as he began rubbing his thick fingers against her extended nipples. “Such a fine woman, and all mine.”
Bianca experienced a shiver of delight and responded accordingly. Whenever Aleksandr wanted her, she was ready.
Early on in their relationship, she’d learned from Aleksandr that his wife was a sexually cold woman who’d informed him shortly after they were married that his very touch repulsed her.
Apparently his money hadn’t.
Bianca didn’t care that he was so enormously rich. She genuinely cared about the man, and she loved the way he was able to turn her on with nothing more than a glance. His dark eyes were deeper than a glacier; she could never tell what he was thinking. His touch was strong and manly. As for his equipment—perfection. Long and thick and solid, the best she’d ever experienced. Plus he knew what to do with it, a true bonus after a series of famous men who considered erectile dysfunction totally normal.
Aleksandr pushed her to the ground and dropped his pants. He never wore underwear, something they had in common.
The cold tile against her skin made her shiver even more as she spread her long legs for her lover. Glancing up, she noticed the red light on the security camera and wondered if they were being watched or filmed.
It didn’t matter. Aleksandr controlled everything, and he would never allow anyone to use her or anything bad to happen.
His solid body crushed her beneath him as he entered her. He was a big man, big and powerful. She took a deep breath, inhaling his overpowering masculine scent.
“Oh...my...God...” she murmured. “You feel so amazing, so damn hard.”
“Only for you, my little kotik. Only for you.”
“Yes,” she sighed, shifting her body to accommodate him. “You know, Aleksandr, you’re the only man who has ever truly satisfied me.”
He was heavy on top of her. She didn’t care, the sex was that exciting. She got off on the way he thrust himself inside her as if he was determined to own her.
Nobody had ever owned Bianca. She was a free spirit. With Aleksandr, she had no desire to be free. She yearned for him to possess her in every way, and possess her he did with his strong arms, full body weight, and hard penis.
At the beginning of their relationship, she’d tried to assert herself in the bedroom, but Aleksandr would have none of it. He expected total control. Sex would take place his way or not at all.
Bianca was cool with that. She was so used to calling the shots with men, it made a refreshing change to allow someone else to be in charge.
Groaning with pleasure, she flexed her thigh muscles, causing Aleksandr to grunt his appreciation.
He made her feel like a little girl, a naughty little girl. It turned her on in a big way.
Copyright © 2013 by Jackie Collins
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Jackie Collins is the author of twenty-eight New York Times bestselling novels. More than 500 million of her books have sold in more than forty countries. From Hollywood Wives to Lady Boss, from Chances to Poor Little Bitch Girl, Jackie Collins has chronicled the lives of the rich and famous with “devastating accuracy” (Los Angeles Times). She lives in Beverly Hills.