Chapter Twenty-Nine
Roselyn
W e’re on a private plane to Los Angeles. Four bodyguards sit in the other seats, speaking about money.
I sit across from Devious, leaning against the beige leather seat and taking in the lounge area. Everything reeks of money. Devious unbuttons the top of his black dress shirt, exposing his firm chest. My mouth waters and my core tingles.
He taps his clean nails on the armrest. “What happened to your mother?”
I exhale. Her death is a subject I normally don’t speak about to anyone, but if it kills time and keeps me from thinking about sleeping with him, then I can tell him. I still remember the day I came back from sneaking out of the house to go to a party. The thought of it makes me want to bawl my eyes out.
I shake my head, trying to wipe my mind clean from the memory. “She died. Overdose on her sleeping medication.
“Papa rarely let me go to house parties. He didn’t want any boy taking my virginity because he wanted to make sure my hymen was intact when I married whatever man he gave me to. When I came home from a party, I was drunk as fuck, and I crept into her room to sleep in the bed with her. When I opened the door to her bathroom, I found her face down in the water.” I pause, swallowing the huge-ass lump in the back of my throat. “I called the cops, and the paramedics tried to revive her. Papa didn’t care that she died—the fact I got the cops involved pissed him off. I didn’t know what to do. I panicked and couldn’t leave her in the tub. Anyhow, they said she had too much medication in her stomach, and if they did bring her back to life, she would be brain-dead because of the water.”
The tension between us is so thick, I can cut it with a knife. A single tear slides down my cheek, and Devious wipes it with his index finger, not saying a word.
“She did it on purpose. I found a suicide letter about how she didn’t want to be abused anymore. She had no purpose of living and she wished I wasn’t a product of rape.”
Devious rests his hand over mine, drawing invisible lines on it. His facial expression gives nothing away.
The flight attendant announces we’re taking off, and I buckle my seat belt. I’ve been on a plane a few times to visit my aunt in Sicily, but I’ve never been on one as nice as this. I don’t think I’ll be able to get used to living in luxury, to be treated as royalty among the other famiglias . Sometimes, the wealth is overwhelming. Papa has money, but he was frugal with it. When I went through a phase when I wanted to be a ballerina, I begged Papa to take me to a real class so I could interact with other girls my age. I wanted friends because being locked up in the penthouse was so lonely, and Momma was always out of it when she was on her drugs. Papa didn’t allow me to go to school until I reached fifteen years old.
Devious leans back in the beige leather seat, resting his elbows on the armrests. His eyes meet mine, and he exhales. “My mother died in a car accident six months ago.”
My heart breaks for him. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Hate registers on his face and burns like a wildfire. “It’s not a loss. My mother was an abusive bitch. We hadn’t spoken in six years.”
“What did she do to you? Did she put those scars on your back?”
“Draco put those scars on my back, and she watched.” His tone is low.
A small part of me feels bad for him because no one deserves to suffer from abuse. I want to ask him more questions about his past, but I don’t know if he will answer me.
I didn’t expect Devious to open up to me the way he did. Normally, anything about his life is off-limits.
“What happened to Draco?”
He leans over and whispers, “I had Aiden kill him.”
“Why?”
He swallows hard before answering. “We got tired of his bullshit. His bullying and abuse. He still tried to bully us as adults. He used to take his anger out on us all the time. He tried to bully me into not marrying my first wife by burning down a venue we picked out for our wedding. He was so pissed I was marrying an outsider. Aiden slit his throat. If word got out that Aiden killed him, I would have to charge him for treason.”
This is the first time he ever opened up to me about Shelby. He must have really loved her for him to go against the rules of the mafia for her. I wish I had someone to love me in that way. I never thought Devious had any loyalty to anyone but himself. His brother is the only person he cares about and loves. What it would be like to have a sibling to love unconditionally. Growing up, I was always alone and played by myself, and the only people I really had to talk to were my mother when she was herself and Nonna, but they were always busy.
I clear my throat. “Is that why you have nightmares?”
He shakes his head, and the pain on his face overwhelms me. “Yes and no.”
I’m hoping for him to elaborate on the subject, but he doesn’t. And I know better than to pry because Devious is as closed off as a tight lid on a pickle jar.
Tension builds between us, so I change the subject. “You guys do awful shit.”
He leans forward, tapping his finger on my nose. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re stuck with me, my little nymph.”
My heart hammers in my chest as butterflies flip in my stomach. “I’m not a nymphomaniac. Stop calling me that.”
“Nymph is not short for nymphomaniac. I call you nymph because you look like a sea nymph to me.”
My cheeks blush. “ Oh .”
“You’re so beautiful, angelic, and pure, Roselyn.”
“I’ve never thought of myself as pretty,” I admit my insecurity. “I don’t kno—”
“You’re beautiful the way you look.”
I wish it was easy for me to fix my self-esteem issue, but it’s not.
Once the plane is in midair, Devious unbuckles his seat belt and sits next to me. He places my feet into his lap and massages them. His cologne is intoxicating. Moaning, I lay my head on the back of the leather seat.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
His behavior confuses me. Before the kidnapping, he was cruel like the devil, and now he’s acting like a dutiful husband. Right now, I don’t know about his behavior. He want me to be his, but with my body, not his heart. No matter how sweet Devious is to me, I can’t fall for him.
Devious
I keep people at arm’s length, especially women, because I feel too much. People think I’m heartless, but it’s far from the truth.
I glance over at Roselyn sleeping in the chair next to me. Sometimes, when I look at her, she calms the chaos that brews inside of me. And I hate it too. I haven’t allowed myself to be vulnerable with anyone. She wants to be a bird and fly away from me, and I want to rip out her wings and keep her close. I want more from Roselyn than a business transaction, and it’s dangerous because if I fall in love with her, she would be able to break me. After Shelby’s betrayal, I didn’t want anything to do with another woman except for what she provided between her legs. This relationship is no longer a business a transaction to me.
I never trust anyone and give them a piece of myself they can destroy until now. I’m not saying I’m in love with her, because I’m not. I have a crush on my wife that I can’t shake.
Five hours later, the flight lands as the sun sets over the well-lit city.
I tap her on the shoulder, and she wakes up, stretching her arms and legs. Her tits looks good on display in her white sundress, and I want to smear my cum on her and make her lick it up. Having her innocent mouth around the head of my dick as I jack off is ingrained in my brain. Having her tied up to the bedpost, gagged, while I do dirty shit to her body is all I want to do right now. My dick gets hard thinking about it.
She mentioned to me she hasn’t been anywhere besides Las Vegas, Atlanta, and Sicily. We need to get all our traveling out of the way before she has my heir. I don’t want kids yet but eventually she will give me one, so I can carry on the Vitali legacy.
The door opens as she unbuckles her seat belt, and I do the same thing. Her ass sways back and forth as we exit the plane. This little nymph is going to be the death of me, and I can’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard I try.
Two black SUVs are already waiting to take us to our penthouse. Max stands by the passenger side, dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. The only time he doesn’t have to wear his uniform is when we’re on vacation. He gives me a hug, patting me on the back.
“Where is your boyfriend?” I ask.
“He’s already at the hotel, getting ready for our date. He can’t thank you enough for the paid trip.”
Every year, I give my employees two weeks of paid vacation to anywhere they would like to go around the world.
We get into the SUV, strapping our seat belts. Max grabs our luggage and places it in the trunk. Three soldiers get into the other SUV.
“I had no idea he was gay,” Roselyn says, her tone laced with surprise.
“You think I was going to allow a straight man to guard you all day? That’s exactly why I hired him.”
“You’re so possessive and jealous,” she tells me, shaking her head.
She presses the button on the door, rolling down the window. Closing her eyes, she inhales the air and exhales. A few of her fine silk strands stick to her face, and her cheeks are flushed from the wind. “The air smells sweet,” she says, smiling. Her eyes widen at the gigantic skyscrapers. People stroll on the sidewalk, and others chat on the streets. When we’re inside of the penthouse, she stares at the spacious living room and kitchen in awe.
“We’re going to explore the city,” I say.
We stroll through downtown, the part that’s on my territory, passing people and cafés. She constantly looks over her shoulder, expecting someone to snatch her, but I assure her she’s safe. I have seven soldiers dressed in regular clothes watching us. No one knows we came here except my brother.
I buy her souvenirs and a few paintings and tell the driver to pick them up from the shop. I buy us smoothies as I take her back to the penthouse, and we stand against the glass rail, overlooking the city.
She places her straw against my mouth. “Try this.”
The smoothie tastes of strawberries, and I swallow a few sips of it. “It tastes good.” I push my straw to her mouth. “Suck.”
My words come out sexual. Slowly, she places her lips around the tip, and she makes a sucking noise on purpose. I want her lips wrapped around my dick.
“Dude, what the fuck? Your smoothie tastes like shit.”
I laugh. “It’s a green veggie smoothie.”
We are quiet for a while as the city noise drowns out my thoughts.
“You always loved books?” she asks, adjusting the flimsy hat I bought her from the gift shop. “I saw your library, and it has over a thousand books.”
I love the smell of books, especially worn pages.
“It was my only escape from life. Books are precious treasures on this earth we need to discover.”
“Did you read all those books?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you read growing up?”
Life as a kid was so unkind to me, I used to wish I was Harry Potter. I sip my smoothie. “ Harry Potter , Lord of the Rings , anything fantasy.”
“You were lonely like me,” she guesses.
Indeed, I was alone, very alone. I was always in survival mode as a child. Even though I had Aiden, I was also busy protecting him and myself. Sometimes, I was glad Draco was gone so I could sit and read in peace.
Roselyn sips her smoothie, getting whipped cream on her top lip.
“Come here.”
I cup her cheek, licking the cream from her lip.
Her cheeks turn beet red. “What are you doing?”
“Imagining me licking your pussy.”
“Your mouth is filthy,” she murmurs.
“You like my filthy mouth.”
She taps her finger on her chin. “I don’t know if I do. Tell me more.”
“I want to chase you through the woods, find you, and I want to slide my finger in your asshole as I fuck you from behind. I want to come all over your tits and watch you lick it up.”
Her cheeks are completely red now.
Before she can blink, I press my lips against hers, and she places her hand in my hair. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks on it. I nip her lip as she moans.
Soon, I’ll be peeling her white silk dress from her body. I thank the universe for whoever made dresses, because it grants me easy access to her pussy, and she smells fucking divine. Blood rushes toward my dick.
I slide my fingers up to her warm thigh, and her blazing stare is replaced with lust. She places her hand on mine, and I expect her to move my hand, but she pushes it up under her dress. She looks around and back at me.
“Turn around and lean against the white rail.”
She does what I say, and I stand behind her, pressing my dick against her ass. I keep my hand on her thigh, and I slide farther up.
“Your soldiers might see us,” she says, sounding unsure.
“They know better than to watch me finger you.”
“Touch me,” she whispers.
Slowly, I slide my hand up to her panties, feeling the heat of her pussy. I haven’t eaten it in a while, and I’m hungry for it. It’s getting harder to control myself, especially when I hold her tight and my hard dick wedges between her ass cheeks. I want to fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her tight asshole. I wish I was a gentleman and asked, but I never was a man to ask if I want something—I always took. But seeing Roselyn look at me over her shoulder as if she wants me to fuck her hard makes me want to take her right now. I control my breathing as I push her cotton panties to the side with one finger and shove my index finger inside of her and place my thumb on her clit. She moans.
“Try not to scream loud when you come,” I whisper in her ear.
She nods. “O-okay.”
I rub her clit in circles and continue to thrust my finger inside her wet pussy. She bites her lip and wraps her arms around my neck, spreading her legs wider. Her small hand grips my dick through the fabric jeans, and my breath becomes unsteady, so I remove her hand.
“Careful, nymph. You’re already driving me crazy with how wet your pussy is. If you keep grabbing me the way you did, I won’t be able to control myself.”
She smiles and digs her nails into my flesh, hard, leaning back against my chest as she comes apart. She lets out a moan in my ear, and I pull out my fingers from her leaking pussy and lick them clean.
She tastes sweet—my favorite flavor.
“That was exciting,” she says, smiling.
“Good.” I cup her face, stroking my fingers on her bottom lip. “We need to hurry up and head to our dinner reservation.”