Page 165 of Dancing with the Devil

“I thought I did but not anymore. Now, I just want you,” I nodded and even though he seemed confused, he smiled.

“I don’t understand. Having a wedding was one of the first things you demanded.”

“I do want a wedding. Just not here. Not with all of them. Just with you. Me and you. We can celebrate with them after,” I explained and he grabbed the back of my neck, smashing our lips together.

Breaking the kiss I hesitantly spoke. “Will you give me that, Antonio?”

“I’ll give you anything you want, baby,” he answered, gently cupping my face.

“Let’s go,” I whispered and he took my hand in his before opening the door.

* * *

“You know Amelia is going to kill us, don’t you?” I smiled as he turned the steering wheel.

We had successfully snuck away and were on our way to only God knows where. Antonio made one phone call and all was set—according to him.

“Not when we’re thirty thousand feet in the air,” he shrugged his right shoulder and my eyes grew wide.

“How are we going to get plane tickets in time?” I asked and he entwined our fingers, kissing the back of my hand.

“You’re underestimating me,tesoro,” he grinned. “And who needs plane tickets when your fiancée has her own airline.Andprivate jet,” he glanced over at me and I knitted my brows together.

“But I don’t have… I do?” I quickly said and he nodded. “Wait,” I gasped. “You meant it? You actually meant what you said?”

He nodded. “I thought I told you not to take what I say lightly.”

“But I agreed to let you spend money on me.”

“Exactly. You agreed to let me spend money on you. So I spent the money by buying the airline anyway.”

I dropped my face in my hands—slowly shaking my head—and he chuckled as the car slowly came to a halt. I raised my head and my eyes grew wide at the private jet in front of us.

“Woah,” I softly breathed and he let go of my hand. He got out and opened the car door for me and I hopped out.

“Close your mouth for now,” he whispered before kissing my cheek.

We shared a smile and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me with him.

I saw five men to my right and another five to my left. They were standing in a row, facing us as we approached the jet. “Mr. De Luca,” a strong Italian-accented man said as he walked down a few steps.

Antonio shook his hand as he reached the bottom. “Mrs De Luca, I presume?” he showed me a timid smile and even though I was mentally screaming, I still nodded politely. “Mr. Arnold Giuseppe,” he extended his hand.

“Nirah,” I smiled and he shook my hand. He lead Antonio and me into the jet and my jaw dropped as I looked around.I heard Arnold and Antonio speak in Italian as I walked further. After introducing me to the pilot, co-pilot and two flight attendants, I could finally sit down and relax.

I sat down opposite Antonio and he reclined in his seat, throwing his head back. He let out a heavy sigh and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.He’s fucking gorgeous.

He lifted his torso upwards, sliding down just a little lower. He licked his bottom lip as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I crossed my legs as my eyes slowly followed up from his legs, up to his chest then finally his lips.

His lips formed into a grin and I realized I was starring.

I quickly cleared my throat, looking out the window to distract myself.

Soon the jet took off and he directed me to the bedroom where I could get changed.

Before we had taken off, he had one of the flight attendants go to the nearest shop and buy me a few things since it was going to be alongflight.