Page 122 of Thorns of Death
Then,slap.He slapped my pussy lightly and fire exploded through me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my back arched off the bed. My body sang with pleasure and a second orgasm slammed through me with violent and brutal destruction.
He followed right behind me with a roar, spraying hot jets of cum all over my boobs, my neck, and my chin. He scooped some of it up with his finger and smeared it over my lips.
My tongue darted out, licking his finger. “Yummy.”
The feral look in his eyes ripped my soul from me, and I watched in silence as he coated my skin with his cum. It felt like being marked.
As his.
But then, I already was.
* * *
An hour later, after he cleaned me up and helped me get dressed, we made our way back into the main cabin and took our seats.
“You know we don’t need seat belts while in the air,” I pointed out softly.
He ignored me as he fastened me in and then sat down and did the same.
The boys were asleep on the couch while Manuel read a paper, and I tried my best not to look his way. My skin burned, imagining what obscene noises he could’ve potentially heard.
The flight attendant greeted us with a blinding smile and a tray of fresh fruit and cheeses. Drinks too. I accepted a glass of sparkling water and murmured my thanks as I let my eyes roam the plane.
Illias had a private plane, so I was used to luxury, but Enrico’s plane was in a class of its own. The caramel plush seats were custom-made. The furniture was spotless and shiny. The seats and couches were comfortable and luxurious. There was even a section that was made into a dining area with a table and upholstered chairs around it.
My husband’s mouth came to my forehead, pressing a soft kiss on it. “Get some rest,piccolina. You must be tired.”
I nodded. “I am.”
Enrico fiddled with the seat settings until both of our chairs fell back in a comfortable reclined position.
“You’re an insatiable man,” I murmured sleepily, scooting closer to him and placing my head on his chest.
He chuckled. “And I’ve met my match with you.” It was true.
His strong, soothing heartbeat had my eyelids drooping, but sleep wouldn’t find me. Instead, I just let him think I was sleeping while I relaxed in his embrace.
My breathing must have evened out enough for Enrico and Manuel to think I was asleep, because Manuel started talking.
“Che palle,” Manuel said in a faint voice. “You’ve got to get focused again, Enrico.”
“I’ve yet to lose it,” Enrico deadpanned in a flat tone. “Any updates from Kingston? Has he been able to get a trace on Donatella?”
“No trace of Donatella, but he seems to think she’s in Russia.”
Duh, she’d be in Russia if she was Sofia Volkov’s girlfriend.
“That makes sense,” Enrico said pensively.
“Why would it make sense?” Manuel’s tone clearly indicated he thought Enrico was wrong. “Donatella doesn’t have any ties to Russia.”
Wrong, buddy. “She does now.” Manuel waited for Enrico to continue. “Donatella and Sofia are in arelationship.” He emphasized the last word.
“Che?”
“It seems Donatella plays for the other team now,” Enrico explained. “But none of that matters.” I was dying to see the expression on Manuel’s face. “We find Donatella, we’ll find Sofia. And vice versa. Also, I learned Sofia Volkov has another daughter. Isla ran into her in a Moscow club. Have Kingston hack into the club’s surveillance. I want information on her. Why didn’t we know she has another daughter?”
I had to fight the urge to open my eyes and curse at my husband. Didn’t I tell him not to go after her?
