Chapter 10

10

Olivia

This isn't over? It never started. Whatever it is he thinks happened in that room… Oh, shit, I know he's right. It did. There was a connection. The kind of sex we had... It was beyond intense. It was potent, powerful, profound, the kind that imprints in your mind and your heart— fuck, fuck, fuck. I am not going to fall for him. He gives good dick. Doesn't mean I'm going to develop feelings for him. I cannot develop feelings for him. He's the Mafia, for heaven's sake. He's everything I've spent my life avoiding. I swore I'd never fall for a Mafia guy, and here I am, perilously close to being obsessed about him. I must stop thinking of him. Easier said than done, when he's sitting in a seat up the corridor from me and hasn't taken his gaze off of me since we took off.

After that searing kiss in Karma's boutique, Penny and I chose our bridesmaids outfits in matching shades of blue and Massimo drove us to the private jet where he boarded the plane with us. And okay, I hadn't thought he was coming with us. Somehow, I'd been sure he was going to drop us at the airport and return, but apparently, I was mistaken. Like a coward, I slipped into the seat next to Penny on the plane, hoping being next to her meant I could avoid having to look at him. But sadly, Penny fell asleep as soon as we were in the air.

I'd popped my earphones in and tried listening to some music. When that didn't work, I tried to read my latest smutty romance on my Kindle. Normally, that would have held my attention, but for the first time, my book boyfriends couldn't compete with the allure of the man I'd had a one-night stand with. I finally ditched my Kindle and settled for looking out the window at the clouds, while trying my best not to shoot glances at Mr. Alphaholeness. The stewardess brought us glasses of prosecco, and antipasto to eat. Of course, she shot him a big smile and spent time talking with him. He was too far away so I couldn't hear the conversation, but the bastard smiled and laughed at something she said. Then she leaned over and slid something into the pocket of his shirt.

That bitch! Bet he's going to call her and meet her some time. I was so pissed off, I tossed back the prosecco on an empty stomach—being too on-edge to eat, and now, I'm feeling tipsy. Which always translates into feeling hornier. Maybe it's because I'm more relaxed, and in this instance, very aware of the jerkwaffle sitting not far from me.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but I can feel his gaze on me. I shift in my seat and cross one leg over the other. At least I'm dressed in comfortable yoga pants and a hoodie. I crack open my eyes and my gaze clashes with his.

Those gray eyes seem almost blue in the dimness of the cabin. He sits there, motionless, manspreading—legs spread, his big arms braced over those trunk-like thighs. He dwarfs the seat, which, unlike in commercial airlines, is a large, comfortable, reclining armchair inviting you to stretch out and sleep. Like Penny. She snores softly in slumber, and I finally give up trying to get comfortable.

If I sit here a second longer, my gaze is going to fall on his crotch—a place I have avoided looking at for so long. But a girl can only resist for so long. I unzip my hoodie and plop it over the armrest of my seat. Is it hot in here, or is it me? Or is it this connection between us that's pulling so tightly, my entire body feels itchy? Best to go to the restroom and cool off. I jump up and stomp off in the direction of the restroom in the rear of the aircraft. I push the door open and step inside, turn to close it, when he plants his foot in the space between the door and the frame of the cubicle.

"What are you doing?" I whisper-scream.

"What do you think?" He steps forward and I slide back. Instantly, he steps inside the cubicle—which, by the way, is at least thrice the size of the bathrooms on commercial aircraft. It's still a small area, and he's so large he seems to take up most of the space.

"There's a bedroom through the door at the back of the aircraft, if you'd prefer?" He smirks.

"No, I would not," I snap.

"Suit yourself." He unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt sleeves and begins to roll them up.

"If you think you're going to join the mile-high club, you're sadly mistaken," I inform him.

His eyes gleam. "We'll see." He moves toward me, and I shuffle back until my back hits the wall.

I put up my hands. "Stop," I say, a tinge of desperation in my tone.

To my surprise, he does. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I swallow.

"You do know that, right?"

I stay quiet.

"Do you, Via?"

"Yes, of course, I know you won't hurt me," I admit.

"Do you want me to leave?"

I glance away.

"If you do, just say so, and I will. And I won't look at you again."

I squeeze my eyes shut. Why, oh, why did he have to be so handsome, so charismatic, so… tender? It came through in the way he touched me in that room. And in how he kissed me earlier and seduced me into opening my mouth to him. The soft and the hard. Chemistry and biology, and every damn thing in between, are at play when we're together.

"Via?" he asks softly.

I put up my hand. "Stop, please, don't say anything else." I flutter my eyes open. "I really don't want to be with you."

His eyes shutter. The gray in them leaches away until, once more, they're colorless, like the surface of a diamond. They definitely look as hard.

"Why not?"

"Because…" I tip up my chin. "Because of what you are."

"What I am?"

"You're in the Mafia."

"So?"

"So?" I throw up my hands. "How can you ask that with a straight face? You kill people. You do illegal stuff for a living."

His forehead crinkles. "Is it me you have an issue with, or is it what I do for a living?"

"Both?"

"What's your issue with me?"

"You… you mess with my head, okay? When I look at you, all I want to do is throw myself at you and ask you to fuck me."

His lips twist. "So, you want me to fuck you?"

I take a step forward so I'm toe to toe with him. "What do you think?"

"I think you can have whatever you want; you just have to ask me for it."

"And if I don't?" I firm my lips.

"But you want to, don't you?" He drags his gaze to my mouth, and it's as if he's touched me there. As if I can feel his breath on my cheek, his big hands on my hips, his tongue inside my mouth, his cock stabbing me where it hurts the most, inside my pussy.

"Just this one time, understand, it's the last?—"

He lowers his head and closes his mouth over mine.