Page 64 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

DANTE

I fly Raven and I to her hotel, and she’s surprised I’m a pilot. I explain there are a few things she doesn’t know about me, and she pushes me back, all cocky.

“And there are still a few things you do not know about me, kind sir.”

I grin and put the chopper down. “Sure, baby, sure.”

I’m punched in the arm, but it’s good to have her, and our banter back.

Her hotel is better than expected, and as the sun is setting, I book us the best room in the place. My bag arrives from the airport via our local fixer, and Raven gets her passport back.

We spend the evening in bed, in the huge new suite. It’s good for us, and even Tito relaxes beside the large private pool outside.

It’s important Raven and I stabilize our relationship, and it is healthy to be having new experiences together. As long as we’re together, we’ll overcome any obstacle in the future.

After Raven and I shower, we eat and head to the small island airport. As we arrive at my jet, Raven is taken aback. I remind her there are a couple of surprises left, and she shakes her head.

“As long as there are no other wives.”

I take her bag and slap her butt. “Shut up and get inside.” Raven throws a look back, but I can tell she likes it.

My pilot is outside with the refueling team, and as officials process our passports, I show Raven the bedroom, shower, and kitchen.

As a crew member brings coffees, muffins and croissants, Nico walks in. He finished his media project in Paris last night, and my freshly serviced jet picked him up on the way through.

“Grazie, grazie,” I say before shaking Nico’s hand. We hug and it’s great to see my friend, again.

As always, Nico is in a black suit, and as always, women’s eyes pop on seeing him. Raven almost chokes on her coffee, but I know who fuels her heart.

“Darling, this is Nico.”

Nico and Raven shake hands, and I watch them briefly chat.

“So, this is the one who stole my friend’s heart,” Nico says.

“Right!” I say, playing it down. Only he is right.

Nico joins us for a strong coffee before he tells us he must push on for NYC. He is close to launching his global channel and it’ll be massive.

Nico has done well. Very well, considering his humble beginnings in New York. Like most Italians, Lorenzo, Nico and me, dislike the chaos, pain and dread the mafia bring to the world. We leave them alone, and they leave us alone. No one wants war.

Nico has built a solid media empire, and he has done it alone. No one works harder.

As Raven and I walk back into my jet, I explain my plans. First, we will return to Italy and restart the theme park. After, we will reside in the US, likely between NYC and my oceanside home in Miami.

Raven nods slowly, and so far, she seems all onboard.

I tell my pilot we will be flying alone. That he and the few crew aboard must take commercial while we take my jet. Raven and I need time alone, and I dislike small spaces with staff. It gets awkward quickly.

After the crew exit, I enter go mode.

“Time to hit the road.”

“One thing,” Raven says, pausing in the center of the cabin, Tito at her feet. As I hit a button and the cabin stairs rise, she comes out with, “What constitutes a spanking?”

“Any time you cross me,” I say, turning. “Any time you ask for one. And anytime I feel like it.”

Raven smiles wickedly, and I’m reminded why the woman has my heart and soul. “Look, I first want to show you some places,” I say. “Places around the planet.”

Raven smiles, “Perfect. But only if Tito comes.”

I cross my arms and look down at my girl. “I can work with that, but…” I say. “I decide who comes and when they are coming.”

Raven bites her lip, and I explain my planned road trip home. I’ve flown this jet to most corners of the world, and I can handle it all, excluding fuel and maintenance.

Our road trip will be different than most, and it will be unforgettable.

We will stop where we want and when we want, but we will also have sex where and when we want to. And do it in style.

In the air above the Eiffel Tower? Maybe. Flying around Bora Bora? Maybe. Flying over the Pacific Ocean as the sunrises? Definitely.

And flying over the Caribbean Sea as it sets? Definitely.

After buying a strange mix of last-minute local fruits and some weird black fabric just before take-off, Raven and I head west.

The fruit I understand, and as we take off, I look at my copilot in the sun. I imagine the black satin fabric blindfolding her and being used to tie her up.

As we head west, Raven tells me she wants to get that ‘have not seen the world’ thing off the table fast. She has already been to half a dozen countries, but it is locked in her mind.

We land in a new country nearly every day, as we head towards Europe. We start with the stunning Maldives, then Myanmar, then Goa in India.

Then we just keep going…

My wicked wife to be, tries to outperform me, and she sucks my cock daily as I pilot the jet. I am a control freak, and I know she is messing with me, trying to break down my walls.

It is both dangerous and unacceptable during flying.

In return, I bind Raven’s hands with the black satin cut into strips, and I turn her body into a canvas.

In the jet’s bedroom, I use a fine arts brush to paint every inch of her.

I paint her with cream and liquid chocolate, then I lick it off every surface, inside and out. I focus mostly on her stomach, inner thighs, neck, breasts, slippery folds, and her clit.

The icing on my cake.

I mark her… I command her… And I claim her as mine.

Raven comes hard and fast, again and again, and I leave her in a pile. She is speechless, panting and sated daily.

Raven is my dedicated student, but she is also this…

My queen.

Because Raven’s been traveling light and using backpacks to move, she does not have a substantial clothing collection.

Or lingerie or shoe collection. That is putting it nicely, but I adore the fact she can go from being an everyday woman to looking as good as any catwalk model I’ve seen in Milan, Paris, or NYC.

I own various boutiques in Milan, and it’s time to get her several new looks. I’ve seen her ‘sated in a pile naked’ look, and she rocked her ‘cute backpacker’ look.

I want to offer her a ‘head turning chic European look’ and a ‘tie me up with leather’ look.

Also, a ‘who the hell is that royal’ look, with heels, satin, heavy ice, and more.

I say nothing about my plans, and we finally land in Milan to shop. We’re just in time for breakfast, and after dining at an exclusive café, we begin.

It becomes a whirlwind of visual styles, endless try-ons, and sneaky kisses, and Milan’s top stylist assists us.

Raven and I gel, and we have similar eyes. By the time we walk down one of Milan’s top fashion streets, heads turn.

That I like and also thoroughly dislike.

Raven looks chic with a black neck choker, black high heels, a short black leather mini, and a large black satin shirt… opened low. Her black bra is visible, and the shirt is unbuttoned to a perfect level.

She looks incredibly sophisticated with her cat eyes and fluffed up dirty blonde hair.

I side-eye Raven as Italian men stop, turn and stare. Raven grins behind large dark Prada glasses, and I tense up.

We carry several large clothing bags, and Raven leans into me.

“Still think this is a good idea, baby?”

Another Italian hunk yells from across the street, and I pause before Raven grabs my arm. “Control yourself and that aggression.”

“Why?” I snarl, wanting to kill.

“Because I want that taken out on my butt.”

Our eyes meet and hold, and I pull out my cell. I call the driver and command him to meet us at the end of the street, between Dior’s boutique, mine, and Gucci’s.

As we pause in the sun, my girl leans in, and she takes my mouth with hers. She then talks low. “You know, the attention turns me on.”

I shake my head at my student. “You really are a twisted deviant.”

“I am, but I’m your twisted deviant.”

I suddenly remember what she was doing as we flew into the Milan sunrise. Raven was parading in the jet with nothing on but her black satin binds that flowed from each of her wrists and ankles.

I was busy flying, even if I wanted to bind her and take her.

Raven then played with herself in the copilot’s chair before sucking my cock and making herself come at the same time. My wife to be is going to be a problem.

God help us with all the new time on my hands. Now that I’m not CEO, I’ll be able to pivot and unleash more time on my new project.

Teaching Raven all I know.

I’m going to spend the rest of my life finding new, sinful ways of making her come for me, and I’m going to enjoy it.

As Raven turns on the spot, taking in the world’s most lavish fashion district, she sees my face.

“What? What are you thinking about?”

What to say?

“How lucky we are.”

Raven smiles, then she looks like she knows I’m full of shit.

“Actually, that’s a lie,” I say. “I was thinking about ruining you.” Raven leans in, and her dark lipstick, cat eyes, black choker and high heels are making me hard.

“Well, now that I’m yours… You can do anything you want to me.”

“Do not say that…”

“Anything… You… Want…”

Raven and I are cut from the same cloth, and it’s as if we were made for each other. Whether it be our playful energy, our banter, or our twisted desires.

We are one.

I hold her face in my hands, and I kiss her dark, sinful lips. “I love you, baby.”

My chic seductress inhales and spins on the spot. She then looks at me and squints. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

Raven sprints away, squealing.

I chase my playful, naughty wife to be along the street, and I watch her tight butt move in the leather mini.