“It wouldn’t be the first time I ignored my brother’s orders.” He pulls the lapels of my coat up higher. “Are you cold? You should have worn the heavier coat.”
I push his hands away. “I’m fine. It’s fifty degrees outside. It’s colder at home than here.”
“Still.” He shifts in his seat as his phone rings. I move over to the passenger window, to watch as we make our way closer to the airport.
By the time we drive through the fenced gates to the plane waiting for us, Kaz ends his call.
“Good news?” I ask when he leans his head back with a grin.
“They agreed to the amount. The papers have already been signed. The money transfer will be complete by the time we touch down in Chicago.”
“By the time we get home, I won’t have anything to do with them?” A wave of relief crashes over me.
“I think your threat of bringing the Russians into their village hit home.” He grins. “They really are stupid.”
“Do you…do you already have your hands in Sicily?”
“Our reach is everywhere, sweetheart. But it would have been fun making a show of it there.”
The car stops, and my door swings open. Kaz walks me up the steps to the plane and brings me to the last row of seats, settling me into the window seat.
A flight attendant brings us each a bottle of water and asks if we would like anything else before take-off. Kaz waves her away.
“What happened to your little friend?” I ask as I pull my coat off and drape it on my lap to use as a blanket.
He takes it from me and tosses it onto the seat across the aisle then hands me a blanket from the overhead compartment to use instead.
“I had her fired.”
“What?” My smile falls with surprise. “Why?”
He sits beside me and reaches over to pull my seatbelt over my lap. “Because she disrespected my wife. By the time you left the airport that night she’d been dismissed.”
I blink. “But you hated me that night. Why would you do something like that?”
He cups my face, dragging me to stare at him. “You were mine before I even knew your real name.”
I swallow hard, like I’m drinking from the well of life. And every sip of him I take will bring me closer to eternal love.
The airplane jolts to life, and I grab for the arm rests. He chuckles and takes my hand in his.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll be in the air soon. Then we can go in the back, and I’ll make you forget all about flying.”
“Is that safe to do while we’re in the air?” I ask, squeezing his fingers together.
“Sweetheart, I promise you, once you’re naked and beneath me, the last thing you’re going to be thinking about is the airplane.”
He leans into me, tucking my hair behind my ear and kissing my cheek. “You can do that for me, right? You can be my good girl and let me make you feel good?”
And I’m lost.
The plane shifts as we take off, and I squeak.
“You’ll do as your told, because you like being told what to do. You like making me proud. You like being my good girl.” He rolls his voice.
My heart is doing the tango in my chest, but it has less to do with the plane and more to do with the way his breath washes over my face as he continues talking.
His hand rests on my thigh, massaging as he moves up toward the very wet spot of my panties.
