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Even though it’s only now I’m beginning to truly understand her sudden compliance. She wanted me far away from her precious Isabella. What the hell is it about that girl? First my brother and now this…

She trails behind me, moving slowly even though she’s shed those sexy heels, and from the corner of my eye, I note she barely puts any weight on her right foot.Cazzo, I hope it’s not broken. Dealing with Dante will be difficult enough, but explaining a broken ankle? I have no intention of torturing the girl, not that I haven’t done it to men before, but the idea of physically hurting a woman makes me sick to my stomach.

“You don’t trust me to pee by myself?” Serena’s bright eyes lift to mine as I motion through the mahogany doors into the bedroom.

“I’m not going in with you,tesoro. I’ll simply wait outside.”

She eyes the bed, the lavish sheets and her eyes darken for an instant. That look alone has a direct link to my cock. Clearing my throat and my mind of the completely inappropriate thoughts, I open the bathroom door.

She hobbles inside before spinning around with a grunt and flashing me her handcuffs. “I can’t exactly unzip the back of my romper with these sparkling bangles.” She twirls around, and I catch a quick glimpse of the zipper. “So can you take these off if I promise to be a good girl?” She flashes me a flirty grin, and I remind myselfshe’s playing you, youcoglione.

“No,” I grind out. “But I can help you with that zipper.”

With a frustrated groan, she twirls around again and lifts her hair off her back, revealing more skin. I creep closer, my fingers closing around the tab and a spark of electricity thickens the air. I succeed in getting it down about an inch before it catches on something. I place my free hand on her shoulder, attempting to get some leverage on the damned zipper and she startles at my touch. She staggers back, her ass grinding against my already hardening cock. She must clearly feel it because a hiss of air escapes through the perfect bow of her lips.

Fuck.

She pauses for an instant, frozen against me, as if she’s debating whether to take advantage of this clear moment of weakness on my end. Then she peels her body free of mine and wraps her hand around the door handle, steadying herself. “Can you hurry? I really have to go.” Does her voice sound breathier than normal or have I lost my damned mind?

“I’m trying,tesoro,” I mutter, and I’m certain my breathing has become more ragged. I finally get it past the trouble spot and the rest of it glides down easily, revealing a black lace bra and… no panties.Cazzo, this hostage situation will be the death of me.

My hand lingers at the perfect swell of her ass, the tab of the zipper in a death grip between my fingers. I can’t help but stare at the miles of exposed, perfectly tanned flesh.

“Done?”

Clearing my throat, I inhale a deep breath, and her sweet scent of ripe strawberries and spiced vanilla invades my nostrils. “Yes,” I grumble, prying my hands from her back.

She darts inside, moving surprisingly quickly considering her ankle and slams the door behind her.

The moment she’s gone, I slump down on the bed and mumble a curse. This is not at all how this was supposed to go.

CHAPTER 11

SOMETHING HARD

Serena

I brace myself against the sink in the tiny bathroom and stare at my weary reflection in the mirror for an endless moment. I look like absolute garbage.Get your shit together, Serena! Who cares what you look like? According to the captain’s announcement, we’ll be landing in Milano soon, and I need to figure out if I should run and risk Isabella’s safety or just stay put and wait this thing out.

This is allPapà’s fault. If he hadn’t made that deal with the Sartori’s it wouldn’t have pushed Antonio to make such a rash decision. Kidnappingme, seriously? My father is going to rip the guy’s spleen from his throat and dance on his eviscerated entrails. Just because I don’t have a security entourage like Bella’s doesn’t mean I’m not valuable.

And Antonio is about to have all hell rain down on him.

A smirk spreads my lips as I consider it. The asshole deserves it.

Still, my traitorous cheeks flush at the thought of his hands on my back as he tried to unzip my dress and his stiffening cock against my ass… I slam down on the completely insane thoughts and bury them in the dark corners of my mind.

Antonio Ferrara just kidnapped you, and he’s holding you hostage. How the hell are you turned on by this?

Two sharp knocks on the door jerk me from my mental monologue. “Serena, are you almost finished? The pilot has informed me that we must return to our seats.”

“I’m coming in a sec,” I mumble.

Heaving in a deep breath, I spin around, hand closing around the knob. I jerk the door open and find Antonio at the foot of the bed. For a bedroom on a jet, it’s surprisingly large, a king maybe. I take a step forward on my good foot. The other one hurts like hell and I’m already regretting denying his request to wrap it, and the jet dips. All my weight falls on my bad ankle, and I stumble forward, romper still unzipped, right into Antonio’s arms.

“Shit!” I hiss as arms and legs fly.

Antonio falls back on the sleek gray comforter, and I land on top of him in an awkward straddle. I scramble to get my cuffed hands unpinned from between us. His arms curl around my waist, firm fingers secure at my hips.

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