I’d officially joined the mile high club. And yes, there was something wildly decadent about fucking at thirty-five thousand feet.
After boarding, and with a cursory greeting to his pilot and crew, Cesare had bundled me into the back of his jet, where the king-sized bed had been put to vigorous use.
We’d surfaced in the last hour to eat and hydrate at his insistence so I didn’t pass out. Only after eating had he finally divulged our destination.
A four-and-a-half-hour flight was good. There was no risk of falling asleep. No risk of exposing flaws and family secrets. ‘Why protest, when it’s one of my favourite places in the world?’
Scepticism lingered but it was soon overtaken by approval. Satisfaction, even. Before his eyes narrowed and his grip tightened on my ass. ‘When and who with?’ he growled.
Delight shivered through me, and yup, I was accepting that the primal and possessive jealousy Cesare wasn’t bothering to hide any more since the debauched incident in the bathroom last night turned me on. That any sign that he was as deeply into me as I was into him made my chest fizz with joy. Made all this rebellion worth it.
No, I wasn’t going to think about that.
‘A clutch of siblings and far too much security taking over a resort for my twenty-fifth birthday.’ A handful of months before the deadly incident that had locked the Mancinellis down in our Connecticut compound for the better part of a year, while the Salvatores went on a vengeance rampage. One of the last times I’d seen Giada smile and laugh and be carefree before she’d been decimated by trauma.
A layer of intensity eased from his face, and Cesare’s caress resumed. He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on my shoulder. ‘I’ll make sure this one is equally memorable.’
I was humming with delight when he asked, ‘Does your uncle make a habit of throwing you under the bus?’
I stiffened at the curveball change of subject. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Because he seems like the type. And because I’m not going to allow it.’
Yeah, he was wrecking me systematically with these displays of violence-tinged chivalry – an act I would’ve never have seen myself endorsing, but go figure…
I squeezed my eyes shut as his fingers slid between my cheeks, the destination my sopping centre. If he meant to make me melt, bend me to his will, well, he was succeeding. And I was plenty pissed with Stefano to say, ‘He hates that I’m consigliere. I’m a woman and I’m younger than he is. As Bonafacio’s son, he believes the role should’ve gone to him. So, yes. Throwing me under the bus when it suits him doesn’t cause him too much heartache.’ I was also fairly sure he would’ve fully endorsed Bonafacio’s plans to have me shackled and bred by next year just to get me out of the way.
‘But why would you want to save me from mypazzouncle?’ I pushed when maybe I should’ve shut up. Enjoyed the next impending orgasm sweetly and slowly winding towards me. ‘Letting Stefano take his wrecking ball to me is to your advantage, isn’t it?’
A flicker of menacing rage washed over his face, but he didn’t stop his caress. ‘If you deserved it, absolutely. Do you deserve it,bedda?’
My heart lurched and I squeezed my eyes shut so the excess emotions overwhelming me didn’t show. ‘Stop playing knight in shining armour, Cesare. It confuses me.’
Again, he froze. Long enough that I opened my eyes, met his sizzling stare.
‘What?’ I prompted, my heart picking up its rollercoaster pace.
‘I just tried that on for size. And while I want to say fuck no, I’m no one’s knight… I’m not averse to making an exception. This once. For you.’
Oh. God.‘Why?’
The corner of his mouth twitched. ‘Fuck if I know, baby.’ His fingers delved deep, curled until I saw stars. Then he shook his head. ‘That’s a lie. The hunger is still there. Hell, it’s grown. It’s infuriating as hell, but… I also like it. Like this.’ His fingers resumed their torture, curling and scissoring, seeking and finding pleasure spots only he could. ‘I love watching you melt into your pleasure, knowing I’m the one to give it to you. It’s a fucking addicting power I’m not ready to relinquish. So yes, for as long as I need you fully participant in it, anyone who distresses you feels the full force of my wrath. No exceptions.’
I was climbing him even before his words were complete. Rolling him onto his back and planting my hands on his shoulders.
He didn’t laugh or mock my voracious hunger, the overwhelming emotions driving me to the brink of insanity. Instead his eyes blazed with unhinged hunger of his own, his nails digging into my hips as I positioned him at my entrance and plunged with a feral scream.
The pace I set was blistering, stunning the hell out of myself, knowing I would be sore as fuck when this was over, and not caring a single iota.
‘That’s it. Ride me, baby. Take your pleasure.’
Hoarse cries echoed around the cabin, my madness overtaking me as I bounced on his rock-hard cock with a deliriousness that felt out of this world. And right when I was on the brink, I wasn’t surprised at all when he shackled me with both arms, dragged me low until my breasts were plastered on his chest.
‘I own you, Maddelena. Don’t I?’
Yes. God above, yes.He did. ‘Yes!’
‘I own this cunt? This mouth? This insanely beautiful body? It’s mine to do with as I please, isn’t it?’
