“Thank you so much,” I say, turning to her. “I can’t even believe this is me.”
She laughs when I catch her in a hug. “It’s been my pleasure. You’re a gorgeous woman, you should celebrate yourself every day and embrace your personal style.”
“Which I finally found today.” Releasing her, I glance at myself again. “I always thought I liked pants. Who knew dresses were my thing? Who knew a dress could make me feel invincible.”
Skye gestures at my reflection. “Never underestimate a well tailored frock.”
Sophia and Gin help pack everything up, and Gin’s driver carries it to the car. I pay Skye from my own account, so happy to finally have my money back in my possession. I know Maximo would want me to use his card, but this purchase is an investment in myself.
“Should we go for dinner?” Sophia suggests. “It’s already seven-thirty.”
At the mention of food, my stomach gurgles. “That would be ayesfrom me.”
“Oh! I know this new place I want to try. Let me name drop and I’ll get us a reservation.” Gin pulls out her phone.
I glance at Skye. “Would you like to come with us?”
She gazes between me and Sophia, seeming startled by the invitation. Which is strange because I’d think a woman as popular as her would have a ton of friends—and used to being invited out.
“If that’s okay, I’d love to join you.”
Sophia beams. “Absolutely.”
We wait for Skye to lock up, then head to dinner. Apparently, Ginevra is on a first name basis with the chef since they studied together in Paris, so we’re immediately seated, skipping the long line out front.
CHAPTER 41
Elena
I’m home late that night. Gin’s driver helps carry in all of my bags and leaves them in the foyer. I’ll deal with them in the morning when my closet is getting an overhaul. All the big lights are off and the penthouse is quiet.
Which is why I squeak in surprise when a masculine voice seductively purrs, “There you are,cara mia. I thought you’d skipped town.”
Maximo sits in the living room, shirt halfway unbuttoned, a glass of cognac in one hand. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? Although, if I have to be married to a mob boss, at least he’s easy on the eyes. And good with his hands, and his tongue, and… dear god, that cock?—
I have to shake my head to dispel that train of thought. My husband’s way too attractive for his own good. Worse, he knows it. He wields it like a weapon against me. And since my punishment the other day something has shifted between us. I feel like my soul’s been laid bare to him. We have fewer and fewer secrets between us.
Tonight when he sees me, it’shisjaw that drops when I enter the room. His gaze feels like a caress over every inch of my body.“Bellissima,” he breathes out the endearment. “You look good enough to eat.”
I shiver. Like a predator, he eases back in his seat, watching me beneath lowered lashes. He makes a come hither motion with his fingers.
Slowly, I approach him. Excitement bubbles, humming in the static air between us. I stand before him and stop. Waiting.
He pats the seat cushions on either side of him. “Stand on the couch, legs spread. I want that pussy in my face.”
Oh my god, the mouth on this man. He says the filthiest things to me and each one tightens my nipples. Blushing, I do as he commands. I straddle him, gazing down at his handsome face that’s about eye level with my throbbing clit.
“Hike up this skirt. Show me that pretty pussy.”
Curling my fingers in the fabric, I teasingly pull my skirt higher, revealing myself to him. He leans forward, his hot mouth closes on my clit through my panties.Oh dear god. His tongue flicks my sensitive flesh before he sucks on my nub.
His phone rings.
My gaze falls to the blaring sound. A woman’s gorgeous face appears on the screen. She’s in profile, her features half hidden by a cascade of wavy black hair, but she’s undeniably striking. I blink. Who is that?
Maximo silences the call.
He drags me closer, his tongue circling my clit. I moan, but unwanted thoughts crowd my mind. Seriously, who is she? Why is she calling my husband?
