Page 64 of Sins of Bliss
I can physically feel my eyes widen as my mind tries to absorb his words. “I have so many questions.”
Sly chuckles. “Please, ask away.”
Pressing my fingers against my temples, I rub them, trying to ease some of the building pressure. “First, how did Luciano even have copies of an NDA on hand?”
He reaches over and squeezes my knee. “As I said, amore mio. Your brother offered his alliance. When I left your hotel room, he confronted me, and we devised a plan. He had a short time to get the NDAs.”
“But how did he even know you’d ne—” I question, but then I realize. “Oh.”
“Sì. I had planned on ending August’s life, Vincenza. Does that bother you?”
“No,” I say without hesitation.
“It should. There is a darkness that lives within me. I didn’t think twice before pulling that trigger.”
“You had good reason.”
“I did, and I will not hesitate to protect you by any means necessary if the situation were to arise again. Now, ask me your next question, piccola ladra.”
“Why would Luciano have the guests sign NDAs when they are useless if a crime is committed?”
“Because, although the legality of the NDA would not hold up in a court of law,feardoes. By obtaining a signed NDA from each guest, it sends a message—this day is not to be spoken about. The threat of the Paladinos alone is enough to keep quiet. Throw a Lucchetti in there…”
“Two.” I smile. “I do believe I am the newest member of the Lucchetti family, am I not?” I take on a prim and proper fake English accent and bat my eyelashes.
Sly tosses his head back and laughs before he pulls me onto his lap. I do my best to adjust so that I’m comfortable as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
“Do you have any more questions, Vincenza?”
“None that can’t wait,” I say against his lips. He pulls back slightly to look at me, and I not-so-subtly grind my backside against his growing erection.
Groaning, his eyes flutter closed. “You drive me wild.”
Moaning softly in response, I lean in and begin kissing up his neck slowly. Taking my time, I savor each graze of my lips against his skin.
“Miss?” Sly calls to the stewardess. He coughs as I nibble near his collarbone, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Seconds later, she peeks her head around the corner from where she’s sitting in the jump seat.
“Yes, sir?”
Another button pops open and I slide my hand inside of his shirt, feeling his pecs as I glide my hand against his skin.
“Ask the captain to fly around for another twenty-minutes or so, and please allow us some privacy.”
My fingers graze another button, popping it open before I move to the next, still sucking and nibbling at his neck.
“Certainly, sir,” is the last thing I hear before Sly stands from his chair, deposits me into it, and spreads my legs wide.
Warmth heats my skin as the sun's rays peek through the transparent curtains in the bedroom, cascading across my back from where I lay on our bed.
When we touched down at Valerio Catullo Airport, I immediately knew where we were.
Sly brought me home.
The place where he feels safe and comfortable—content.
Verona.
Turning my head, I look over at him, still asleep on his back. His soft breaths expel gently from his lips with quiet snores, and I can’t help but to reach out and touch him.
