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.
