He laughs like he’s having the best time ever, and he probably is because he’s a perverse bastard. “Careful. When you insult me, it makes me want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock again as I come down your throat.”
That takes all the air out of my lungs. My pussy clenches. Because I’m remembering what it felt like, taking him into my mouth. How he tasted. The way he sounded, a strangled moan to let me know how much he liked what I was doing to him. How big he was.
“I hope you enjoyed it, because that’s the only time it’ll ever happen.”
His smile is smug arrogance personified. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
Then he lowers the purse so it’s within my reach. I snatch it out of his grasp, as irritated with him as I am with myself. He’s not wrong. Iamthinking about it.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, taps his screen twice, and the elevator doors slide open with a cheerful ding. “I think this is your floor.”
One glance at the illuminated numbers on the wall over his shoulder proves that it is. I breeze around him, gripping my bouquet in one hand and my purse in the other. “No need to walk me to my door.”
“Don’t want to get on my sister-in-law’s bad side,” he drawls, following me out of the elevator.
“I find it difficult to believe you’re not already there,” I toss over my shoulder.
I’m halfway down the hall before I realize I went in the wrong direction.
Huffing a sigh of annoyance, I spin around and find him where I left him, standing there like a mobster king, arms crossed as he waits for me to realize my mistake.
“Forget where your room is?”
He has me flustered. Badly. But I refuse to admit it. So I ignore him and stalk past. By the time I finally get to my actual room, I’m even more agitated. I drop my bouquet while I’m fishing through my clutch for my room keycard, because I didn’t bother to set up the app on my phone. In hindsight, I really should have done that.
Alessio picks up the flowers for me as I finally find the smooth plastic of the card and withdraw it to tap the door. The light blinks green, and the bolt clicks open. I’m in a hurry to get away from him, so I throw a hasty thanks over my shoulder without making eye contact, grab my bouquet, and step inside.
“Have the night you deserve,” I tell him before slamming the door in his arrogant face.
I think I hear him chuckling as he walks away. And of course, I press my eye to the peephole, watching him strut back down the hall like he owns the place.
Then again, he does, at least in part.
With a low growl of irritation, I kick off my sandals and toss my purse onto the freshly made bed before I flip the privacy latch over. Time to fall into bed and catch up on some much-needed sleep. My maid of honor duties are over.
Chapter 9
ISLA
The sun is shining, and it’s another beautiful day in paradise by the time I make it to Priest’s bungalow the next morning for the wedding-party brunch they planned. My missing luggage finally arrived yesterday, meaning that I was reunited with my vibrator last night. It wasn’t my finest moment, but I made good use of it with a certain arrogant Mafia kingpin in mind.
This morning, I slept in longer than I intended but thankfully jolted awake with enough time to quickly shower, throw on some makeup and a dress, and head out. As I approach the bungalow, I see that Luna’s outside alone, on the phone.
“No, I totally understand,” she’s saying. “Thank you for letting me know. We can arrange something. Please don’t worry.”
She’s quiet, listening to the person on the other end, and then she nods.
“Okay, you too. Talk to you later.”
She ends the call, pacing until she catches sight of me and perks up. But even though she’s smiling, I know something’s wrong. Luna always wears what she’s feeling on her face. She can’t help it.
“What’s up?” I ask.
Her smile fades, and she waves a hand in a dismissive gesture. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. I know you too well. Spill it.”
She gives me a look. “Don’t tell me I have an expressive face.”
