Page 17 of Immoral

"Jesus. Go away." Her eyes fire daggers, but she doesn't push me away.

I take it as a sign I'm making progress. I tighten my arm around her and kiss her forehead. She yawns as I proclaim, "I'm tired. We have a long flight. Go back to sleep."

She stares at me for several minutes.

I repeat, "Go to sleep, Cara. The drugs need to work their way out of your system. You can hate me later."

She sighs. "Don't try anything."

As much as I want to, I know she's going to be more pissed if I do. "You're drugged. I prefer my women to be coherent, remember?"

She rolls her eyes. "Since when do you have morals?"

I rub my thumb over her hip, noting again how well she knows me. "I don't. Now go to sleep."

She doesn't move.

I lean closer so my lips graze hers. "Do you want me to wear you out?"

She takes a deep breath then smirks. "I thought you liked your women to be coherent."

"I said 'prefer.' And I remember several occasions where we were both pretty hammered but still had a good time."

She licks her lips, and I refrain from shoving my tongue in her mouth. She challenges, "So it doesn't matter if I'm drugged, then?"

I push the anger over what the Abruzzos did to her to the back of my mind. I tug on her hair.

She gasps, making my dick twitch against her stomach.

I hold her head in place and reply, "I told you I don't have morals. Not that you don't already know this, but are you trying to test me? I can assure you, my tesoro, I haven't changed."

She closes her eyes briefly then drills her blues into me. A deep detestation fills her voice. "Yeah. I know you haven't changed."

My heart sinks, but nothing she states is untrue. Every bite she gives me, I earned. I sniff hard and release her hair. "Then go to sleep." I reposition her body so she's curled into me. It was always her favorite way to sleep. It was mine, too, but I never told her. Anything that showed her how much she meant to me, I hid, too big of a coward to reveal.

I regret it all. Every moment that I didn't tell her how special she was or what I loved about her, I kick myself over.

She finally gives in, closing her eyes, and within minutes, she's softly breathing.

It's music to my ears. I started to wonder if I'd ever hear it again or feel the tickle against my chest from her tiny exhales.

Not a second goes by that I sleep. I keep my embrace tight around her, my palm firm on her ass, and ignore my raging erection. I spend the rest of the trip wondering how I'm ever going to get back into her good graces. Besides all my past methods, which no longer seem to work, I'm no closer to winning her over than before we got on this plane.

Not a bone in my body is ready to stop trying though.

Iwillmake her love me again.

I'm just unsure how.

4

Cara

"Tesoro, wake up."Gianni's deep voice is soft, which is rare. It's usually powerful and commanding, which is something I've always loved about him. But these moments where I'm asleep and he's gentler get me, too. I don't know if anyone else has ever heard him like this.

I snuggle against his muscular frame and toss my arm around him, keeping my eyes shut. I mumble, "Let's stay like this all day."

He chuckles then tightens his embrace. He slides his warm hand between my thighs. His hot breath hits my neck. Zings fly down my body, right to my pussy. I roll my hips, and he cups my sex, dragging his middle finger through my slit.

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