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"What is it?" I ask, a new thrill racing through my blood.

He undresses me with his eyes then locks them with mine, replying, "Something that's going to make Chanel jealous on too many levels."

"Why is that?"

His lips curve into a confident grin. He answers, "Because no one is as sexy as you, my dolce. And there's no way anyone can look at you in the outfit I chose, without their panties turning wet."

I bite on my smile once again and step past Massimo. The thought of sitting in lingerie while Chanel serves us should make me uncomfortable. It does the exact opposite.

Now, everything about it only makes dinner seem like a torturous event.

A delicious, explicit, sordid affair.

Nothing could make me not want to partake.

18

Massimo

"Eatthe last bite so we can begin," I order, holding the forkful of tiramisu to Katiya's lips.

She doesn't argue. The light in her blue eyes grows, and her chest rises and falls faster. Every second of this dinner has been full of sexual tension. I intentionally made it last longer than it should have, forbidding Chanel to bring the next course until everything was off our plates. Every new course that arrived, I conversed with Chanel. I included Katiya in every discussion so that the women couldn't avoid each other.

From time to time, I'd slip my hand between my dolce's thighs when she was speaking to Chanel. We didn't get through the appetizer before she was wet and the smell of her arousal swirled among the aroma of the food.

Mid-course, I was so hard from watching Katiya try to maintain her composure, I almost broke. A few times, she squirmed against my hand. It was subtle but didn't get past me. I made a mental note to punish her for it. And now, as the last bite of the rich dessert goes into her mouth, I'm ready to deliver it.

I let her chew then swallow. She dabs her lips with the cloth napkin and takes a sip of water. I watch her, studying her every move, questioning how all this could be an act. If she is working for the Abruzzos, she's the best actress in the world.

I push the button that turns the speakers on. I turn the dial to maximum volume so even whispers can be heard by the crew. Something about knowing everyone can hear my dolce, but the only one who can have her is me, turns me on more than I've ever experienced. Not taking my gaze off Katiya, I relay, "Chanel, we're ready for dinner to end."

Katiya takes a deep breath. Her expression lights up, and it's as if she's intentionally torturing my dick. My erection grows harder, and the tension in my pants turns into sheer suffering.

Patience. Don't blow your wad before the fun begins.

The indecent part of me that needs to dominate and control the woman I'm with won before I got on this plane. I should be spending every second finding out why the Abruzzos were in Katiya's place, but I convinced myself I'd figure everything out in Bora Bora. For now, I'm going to pretend nothing has changed—that I didn't see with my own eyes Leo grabbing my dolce's throat, or her arguing with them, or her falling to the floor and sobbing after they left.

Right now, I'm going to do what gets me off in a safe environment. The guilt that's eaten me all day over those federal pigs catching our activities on camera makes my head spin. No staff member will ever discuss or see what we do in this plane. Every employee Papà hires signs a confidentiality agreement. And no one would dare cross my papà's orders. They receive higher pay than they would get if they flew for someone else, but with that comes stipulations.

Everything and anything goes on this plane. Nothing is off-limits.

Not one word ever gets uttered outside of it.

The penalty for breaking my family's trust is more than someone losing their job. And everyone in Papà's employment knows the consequences.

Papà and each of my brothers have their own jet, just like me. It was our present on our twenty-first birthdays. Sometimes we use the other's plane, but each of us decided how to decorate and accessorize the one we were gifted. We also handpicked our staff. Papà insisted he approve our human capital selections at the start. My staff has never broken their contracts or given me any reason to replace them. They've been with me for almost two decades.

My pilots are in their fifties. Chanel is younger than me; she was only sixteen when she arrived in the United States. Her father was a highly trained spy for Giuseppe Berlusconi, the head of the Italian Mafia in Italy. Papà is still loyal to Giuseppe, even though my brothers and I don't understand why. However, he sent Chanel's father to New York to assist Papà in some matters.

The day they arrived, Chanel and her father stood in Papà's office. She had already graduated from our high school equivalent and wanted a job. Papà suggested she become my flight attendant, and I've never regretted it. All sorts of lewd activities have gone on inside this jet. There's been bloodshed, ridiculous amounts of sex, and important business meetings requiring the utmost confidentiality. Not once have I worried about my staff. And everything about that means this is the safest setting for me to dive into my kinks with Katiya.

Chanel appears with her friendly smile plastered on her lips like usual. She turns to Katiya and pauses, staring at her, then stating, "By the way, you're really beautiful." My dolce's cheeks burn brighter, and I make a mental note to give Chanel a bonus.

From the hundreds of flights I've taken on this plane, I've often gotten the impression Chanel enjoys my antics as much as the women who accompany me. There's never been a discussion, but the knowing spark in her eyes gives it away. Her perfectly timed comment is almost as if she's playing a strategic game. Then again, it's my job to know everything about my employees. And I'm too aware that Chanel is into voyeurism. She's a frequent guest at the sex club the crime families all attend, often watching instead of participating.

Of course, it wouldn't be the first time I gave her a bonus with a note stating that her efforts with my female guests didn't go unnoticed. So I'm pretty sure she caught on to what I approve of, and anything that makes my woman slightly uncomfortable and flushed deserves acknowledgment.

"Thank you," Katiya says.

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