Page 121 of Heartless Mafia Prince

My brows rustled together. “Yeah.”

“That’s the only way I’ll make it through this flight.”

“Your dad hasn’t said more than four words to me this morning.” I raised a finger between us. “And he didn’t give me that evil ‘I want to kill you stare.’”

Ryah burst into laughter.

My eyes roved the tiny white summer dress with thin straps that graced Ryah’s body. Her honey brown skin called out to my tongue. Before the end of this flight, I’d have my tongue deep inside of her. I wasn’t a fan of her new hairstyle. She called it a silk press. I mustered the biggest smile I could when I saw her this morning and told her it was pretty. I loved her curls. I especially loved the way the texture felt under my fingers while I gripped those golden locks as she sucked my cock.

“Luciano, that’s enough,” Rosetta cackled, in a flirtatious voice several seats ahead of us.

Ryah shot daggers at me with her green eyes.

“Like I said, alcohol is the only way I’ll make it through this trip around those two.”

The seat belt sign popped on.

“She hung all over him the entire ride to the airport.”

We buckled our seatbelts.

“I noticed. Baby, they’re married.”

Ryah’s eyes darkened. Gripping her hand, I leaned in as the jet took off down the runway. “We won’t be that kind of couple when we’re married.”

A smile struck those pouty lips I loved so much. “No, we won’t.”

Fuck, did she finally agree to marry me? This woman didn’t believe in holy matrimony. Who could blame her? Ryah’s dad was in an arranged marriage. And he had a Gumar. Instead of smiling like a creepy bastard, I kissed her lips. “We’re going off on our own excursions, Ryah. That should keep your mind off of them.”

Her cheeks reddened. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

I nodded. “Every time you say those three words, my heart skips a beat.”

“Rocco,” her breath hitched. “Remove your fingers before my father catches us.”

I hadn’t realized I pushed my free hand under her dress and pressed my thumb against her center. What could I say? I had been a horny asshole lately. My face had finally healed. And the back pain no longer affected the way I fucked her. The frequent physical therapy sessions helped.

The jet settled in the air and the seat belt sign turned off. “Meet me in the bathroom at the back of the plane in five minutes.” I rose from my seat.

Her lips parted as she stared up at me. “Rocco, you can’t be serious.”

My lips tipped up at one end. “Oh, baby, I certainly am.”

I slipped past Ryah and glanced to my right to see if Luciano was looking our way. The coast was clear. I darted down the aisle toward the bathroom. Once inside, I relieved myself and squeezed my eyes shut. What would Luciano do to me if he caught me between his daughter’s legs? He’d fucking kill me; I was sure of it. After I put my dick away, I washed my hands.

Light taps sounded against the door. I opened the door and pulled Ryah inside. Concern riddled her beautiful features. “Ryah, relax. It’s cool.” I didn’t waste time hoisting her onto the small marble vanity. Gripping her thighs, I captured her lips.

Ryah’s hands swept along my neck. I loved any alone time I had with her. Just me and my princess.

“I want to taste you, Ryah.”

She glanced at the door, then back at me. Her chest rose and fell between us. “I want that.”

My fingers crept along her soft skin and disappeared under the short dress. I yanked off her panties.

“Black thongs. Nice.” I grinned, stuffing the fabric into my back jeans pocket.

A light chuckle released from her throat.

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