“You fuck good, husband.”
I shake my head at her. “Pretty sure you just fucked me,wife.”
Her little giggle goes straight to my heart.
“Ready for our honeymoon?”
She snuggles into me, still seated in my lap with my cock half hard inside her. “So ready,” she yawns, her head resting in the crook of my neck.
I run a hand over her back.
“Sleep, I’ll wake you when we get on the plane.”
Izzy
Movement wakes me.
“Wha—”
Enzo unbuckles my seatbelt as I blink away sleep. “We’re here.”
“Where ishere?”
He never told me where we were going for our honeymoon—despite me asking a hundred times.
“My island.”
Huh?
Enzo offers me his hand, helping me to my feet inside the helicopter. I barely remember boarding; I’m pretty sure he carried me. I fell asleep again once we got on the first plane.
“You have an island?” I ask as we exit.
The moment I step outside, searing white light stabs my retinas.
The tarmac bleeds straight into a white-sand beach, crystal water lapping at the shore. To my left, a sprawling mansion dominates the view. Its limestone-yellow facade gleams in the sun, with pale-blue shutters framing every window. Columns guard the entrance, leading up to a massive wooden door.
“This is—” Words fail me.
“It’s yours.”
“Mine?”
“Ours. What’s mine is yours,Cuore mio.”
“Who else is here?”
“No one. I sent the staff on vacation. We have the entire island to ourselves for the week.”
I arch a brow.
Enzo exhales. “Okay, fine. I have a security team on standby on the far side of the island. But that’s it.”
Knew it.
He’d never leave us unprotected—not with Marcus still out there.
Enzo takes my hand, leading me toward the house.
