Page 120 of Thorns of Death

“I’m the only wife you’ve had,” I reminded him back. “And the only wife you’ll ever have. Remember that,marito.” I proudly uttered the word I’d learned earlier today. Husband. His eyes flashed with satisfaction, burning hot. I tilted my head to drown in those dark, shimmering depths.

“I fucking love when you speak Italian.” Then he nudged me up the plane stairs as if he couldn’t wait to get me inside. “I’m going to reward you the moment the plane takes off.”

A strangled laugh vibrated in my throat. The man was insatiable. But then, so was I.

Enrico’s plane was ready to take off, the engine noise traveling through the air. Giulio, Manuel, and the boys carried the luggage while I climbed the stairs to the cabin with my husband's hand on the small of my back.

He glanced over his shoulder and said something in Italian. Manuel snickered but Enzo and Amadeo looked my way, frowning and nodding. They seemed almost worried.

The moment we entered, he shuffled us to the back of the cabin.

“Enrico,” I protested, albeit weakly. “The boys are here. We can’t—”

“I told them you’re feeling sick.”

My cheeks heated. No fucking wonder Manuel snickered. But before I could ponder on it any more, we were in the back of the plane and the door was shutting behind us.

My husband whirled me around as he caressed my cheek with his calloused hand, watching me with doting satisfaction. I pleased him a lot, I realized. And something about that had my heart fluttering, like the fragile wings of a butterfly.

“Take your clothes off.”

His commanding tone sent shudders through me. This man was turning out to be everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed. He was more than I ever thought. I didn’t know how it happened, but he’d become an essential part of me.

It was terrifying and exciting. Thrilling and mind-numbing.

Holding his gaze, I started shedding my clothes. My shoes. My dress. All of it, until I stood naked in front of him.

His eyes raked my naked body, lust burning in them.

“Your turn,” I rasped. He didn’t have to be told twice. He discarded his suit jacket before unbuttoning his shirt. He pushed his trousers off his hips, then toed out of his shoes and socks. My thighs clenched at seeing that magnificent body.

“You really don’t believe in boxers.”

His lip curled in a look so fierce and dominating that my knees shook.

“I don’t need them with my wife.” He took my left hand and brushed his thumb over the wedding ring that marked me as his. “I want to cover your breasts in my cum. See your skin glisten. Mark you with my teeth so everyone in the whole world knows you’re mine.”

Oh shit, why did that sound so fucking good? He reached out and pinched one of my nipples.

“Do it, then.”

His erection swelled in response. The view was magnificent. Almost obscene. Definitely erotic.

“Get on the bed,” he rasped, and I quickly obeyed while he reached for the little cabinet next to it. He reached inside and took out a bottle of lube.

Wait, what?

I instantly shifted onto my elbows. “Who have you used that with?”

Enrico paused, his mouth hitching as he tossed it onto the bed. “It’s brand new. I had it brought in here while we waited for Tatiana’s condition to improve.”

I instantly relaxed and curved my lips into a seductive smile. “So you’ve been planning this all along?”

“I have to keep up with my young, naughty wife.” I scoffed, but he wasn’t deterred. “I read your book.”

My brows scrunched. “What book?”

“The filthy romance you have on your Kindle.”