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“I studied shit, Ivan, and you know it.” I giggle when I picture the disapproval on my teacher’s faces if they saw who I married and I sigh heavily.
“My life was always intended to be one of privilege where the women back up their husbands and attend charity events in their spare time.”
“And you wanted that?”
“No, I didn’t, but I was given no other option. If I had a choice, I would travel and see the world, perhaps as a stewardess or a holiday rep. I kind of like the idea of that.”
“You’re traveling now.”
“With a maniac chasing me. It’s not the kind of holiday they advertise in the brochures, that’s for sure.”
“You mean vacation.” He rolls his eyes and I say imperiously, “I mean holiday. We don’t use the term vacation in the English language in reference to travel.”
“You are so proper, my princess.” He leans forward and whispers, “Then again, I kind of enjoyed shattering that English reserve when I fucked you into oblivion yesterday.”
My face flames, causing him to chuckle, and I stiffen when he drops his hand and runs it up my leg underneath my skirt and parts my knickers, running his thumb against my clit. “Always wet for me, malyshka. You are such a dirty girl at heart.”
I gasp when his finger plunges deep inside and is soon joined by another. As his thumb caresses my clit, I stiffen and gasp, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as he expertly plays my body like a finely tuned instrument. Whispering into my ear, he says in a steely voice, “Come for me, princess. Show me how much I turn you on.”
His finger curls and finds the spot, and he presses his lips against mine swallowing the groan I can’t contain as I come all over his fingers. Then I stare in shock as he pulls back and inserts them into my mouth and growls, “Taste how much you love your husband.”
As I suck them in, I stare deep into his eyes and am surprised when he pulls away abruptly with a low, “Fuck.”
“What?” The haze of lust disappears as quickly as I came and he pulls me up, dragging me after him. “Our train is leaving in two minutes.”
As we run through the station, I get a fit of the giggles because this is the craziest thing ever and as we make it with seconds to spare, I try to gain control of my breathing as he pulls me beside him onto a seat in a crowded carriage.
Curious glances are thrown our way because we must appear an odd couple. My drop-dead gorgeous husband, dressed all in black, is glaring aggressively at anyone who even blinks in our direction. I’m guessing the atmosphere in here darkened as soon as we tumbled inside and as we set off, I prepare myself for a difficult journey ahead.
CHAPTER32
IVAN
Idon’t like crowds, especially ones where there’s no backup, so I spend the entire journey glaring around like a dark, avenging angel. Charlotte rests her head on my shoulder and sleeps for most of the journey, which I’m happy about because it gives me time to think.
Massimo is gaining ground and I may be a fighter, but I’m no match for the mob he always travels with. With the support of my Bratva soldiers and my friend’s families, we stand a chance, but not on our own. Just the thought of watching Charlotte disappear into his dark, twisted life fills me with horror and I’m so afraid I’d never see her again. Massimo would have the marriage terminated with the sweep of his signature and a few dark favors and I would probably end up chained to a wall in one of his dungeons while he tortures me mercilessly.
I’ve overstepped the line and must deal with the consequences of that and so it’s imperative we reach Club Mafia and discover where we go from here.
I’ve never spent such a torturous journey in my life and it’s because now I have something to lose. Charlotte. My princess, my wife and the only woman I’ve ever loved. I know I love her. I wouldn’t feel pain like this if I didn’t. There’s an overwhelming need to keep her beside me, and I hate it when we’re apart. I’m guessing it’s because of this situation, but then again, I can’t imagine a time when this need or this craving will diminish.
* * *
We reachParis and take the journey to the airport, looking over our shoulders the entire time. Knowing Massimo, he will have prepared for this and has more than likely got every airport in Europe covered. However, fate is on our side for once and we reach the desk of the private jet that is scheduled to take us to safety with no problem at all and we are whisked through security and are soon safely onboard the small plane.
Charlotte appears almost disappointed as she looks around. “It’s not a patch on your friend’s plane.”
The rather practical jet looks an ocean apart from the decadent one my friend enjoys, and I shrug. “It’s a private company who uses it as a business. It’s more practical than luxurious.”
She nods as the flight attendant smiles her welcome. “Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Belton.”
Charlotte sighs, which makes me smile because I forgot about her hated name. However, she recovers fast and throws the woman a blinding smile. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Biting back my grin, I love how proper my English rose always is. I could watch and listen to her all day in company because she is world’s away from my usual companions. Rough soldiers, bastards and prostitutes. Not the prim and proper upper-class daughter of a lord. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
We are shown to two seats that offer spacious travel, although nowhere near as fine as before, and as we sit side by side, I take Charlotte’s hand in mine and lace our fingers together.
She leans across and whispers, “How long until we’re there?”
