Page 46 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

“Weird, but it’s so beautiful. Peaceful. Like you’re a world away from everything else.” She flicked me a glance out of the corner of her eye. “You know I don’t care about your money, right?”

I felt my eyebrows dip. “Why would you say this to me?”

“I just want to make sure you know. I like you for you. Not because of this.” She waved her hand to indicate the private plane. Then she faced the window again.

“I like you for you.”

Maybe Paloma was right. Maybe Simona was a lifetime ago and I should let those old wounds go. Maggie didn’t deserve to be measured by the same stick.

I was still processing all this when the attendant appeared with champagne. “Here you are, Mr. D’Agostino, Miss Fiorentino.” She handed us each a glass. “May I bring you anything else?”

“Thank you, Maria,” I said. “This is all for now.”

Once we were alone again, Maggie leaned over and touched her flute to mine. “Have you had sex on this plane?”

“Why? Are you offering?”

“Be serious, Vito. I want to know.”

“I use this plane for work, bella.”

“Yes, but I imagine you’ve had women on here before.”

“I haven’t.”

Her eyes studied my face as if looking for a crack in my story. “I’m the first?”

“You’re the first.”

Setting down her drink, she grabbed my sweater and moved in close for a long kiss. Her nails scraped along my scalp and a shiver rolled down my spine. I had a lot planned tonight, and waiting to fuck her was going to be torture. Maybe visiting the lavatory together wasn’t such a bad idea . . .

I unbuckled her seat belt and scooped her onto my lap.

She didn’t protest, just kept kissing me with those luscious lips and slick tongue.

I let her lead for once, basking in her attention and affection, the way she curled into my body, her fingers clutching my hair.

The feel of her ass shifting restlessly on my semi-hard cock.

I loved arguing with her, seeing her fire and spirit, but these moments, where she was sweet and submissive, were what I jacked off to.

Her soft sighs, the whispered sound of my name.

I wanted her to need me, to crave me like I craved her.

To be willing to crawl and beg for me, to do anything I asked of her.

Cazzo, now I was fully hard.

“God, Vito,” she said quietly. “I wish we were alone right now.”

“Why, angelo? What would you do for me?”

“I would get on my knees and unzip you.” She bit my ear lobe and heat rushed to my groin like a lightning bolt. “I would suck you so good.”

My mouth went dry, I wanted it so badly. Licking my lips, I murmured, “Keep that up and I’m taking you to the lavatory.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she said before nuzzling my jaw.

I forced myself to put her back in her seat. I needed to calm down before I embarrassed myself in front of my men. “Behave, diavoletta mia.”

She buckled her seat belt, but not before smirking at my lap. “You sure? Because it kind of seems like you’re interested in a visit to the mile high club.”

I leaned over and put my mouth near her ear.

“When I finally fuck you tonight, I won’t be rushed.

I’m going to take my time, edge you until you cry.

Suck on your pretty little clit until you beg me to stop.

You’ll be so sticky and wet for me, bella, you won’t remember your own name by the time I’m through with you. ”

Another bite of her lip, but she didn’t say anything. I could see her hard nipples through her thin t-shirt and it was a struggle to keep my hands to myself. My eyes wandered to the lavatory door.

No, not yet. I wanted tonight to be special.

Distracting myself, I asked, “Why did you say that about my money earlier?”

She didn’t turn, but I could see her reflection in the window. “No reason.”

I didn’t believe her. “Tell me. Something brought this on.”

“Someone might have hinted that your money mattered to me, when it really doesn’t.”

“Who was this someone?”

“Vito, forget it.”

No, that wasn’t how this worked. She wasn’t going to dangle these bits of information and not tell me the rest. I was tired of being kept at arm’s length with her. “Look at me.” I waited until she finally angled toward me. “Who has put this into your head?”

“I’d rather not tell you.”

Meaning, it was someone I knew. Someone I was close to. And Maggie was trying to protect them.

Instantly, I knew. “My sister.”

Maggie squirmed a little in her seat. “I’m not mad about it anymore. The only reason I brought it up was to make sure you know that I’m not after the winery or your money or whatever. I just want your dick.”

I couldn’t fucking believe it. Paloma argued with Maggie—and this was after I ordered my sister to apologize. Clenching my molars, I snatched up my mobile and unlocked it. Maggie’s hand blocked the glass. “Vito, don’t. You can’t say anything to her.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can handle myself. I’m serious. I’ve been around mean girls all my life, don’t worry. And it doesn’t help when they think you’ve tattled on them. Let it go.”

“I won’t have her stirring up trouble or making you feel bad.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“What else did she say?”

“It’s not worth getting into. Bottom line is that she’s protective of you. Which I guess is good.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Instead, you disappeared again.”

Looking down, she sighed and picked at her fingernails. “I really didn’t want to tell you. The whole thing was so stupid.”

“I will speak to her. It won’t happen again.”

Maggie grabbed my arm. “Promise me you won’t do that.

I can fight my own battles.” I said nothing, only stared at her, and she squeezed me harder.

“Promise me. She’s your family and you should stick together.

Besides, you and I will be through in a couple of weeks, or whenever you go back home, so just leave it.

I’m not worth starting a beef with your family over. ”

“Beef?”

She released me and sat back. “An argument. A wedge. Just let it go.”

I made no such promises as I picked up my glass of champagne and drained it. I would not be letting this go. No one was rude to this woman without answering to me for it. Even my own family.