The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(97)

Epilogue





Jill



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“Keep your eyes closed,” Luca says.

“You already told me that a million times,” I say, still not knowing where the hell I am even though it’s been more than five hours already. “We’ve even been on a plane! What kind of surprise is this?”

He laughs. “Almost there. Watch your head.”

I lower my head as he helps me into a car, sliding inside before shutting the door.

This whole trip has gotten me anxious, and I hate that he’s not telling me why we’re going all the way out here, wherever here is. I didn’t have any time to prepare, nor did I bring any luggage.

Then again, knowing Luca, maybe I won’t need it at all. I gulp.

“So five hours … where does that take me?” I mutter.

“Always such a nosy bunny,” he says. His hand snakes around my thigh as he leans in to whisper, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

God, everything that comes out of his mouth sounds raunchy even when it isn’t meant like that at all.

But when he plants a deliciously sultry kiss underneath my ear, all the butterflies begin to spread again.

“I can’t wait to tear these clothes off your body,” he groans, making me all the more aware of that blindfold around my head.

“You’re not making this easier,” I reply.

“I don’t do easy,” he says, grinning against my skin as his hand dives between my legs. “And neither do you, considering you fell for me.”

“The driver might see you,” I murmur as he begins to toy with my pussy.

Luca groans. “I hired him not to care.”

He keeps going and going until I’m all hot and flustered, and my clit throbs.

After a while, the car comes to a stop, and his hand vanishes, leaving me bereft and full of wantonness. The trunk is opened, and something is hauled out. The driver gets out too and helps carry it. I don’t need to see to know that something’s going on, and it’s putting me on edge.

“Luca?” I say, hoping he might hear.

Suddenly, the door on my side opens up, and he grabs my hand and tugs me out in one go. “C’mon.”

He pulls me along, grabbing both hands to guide my way across some stones where soft sands lie between.

“Be careful where you step,” he says.

Not only that but it’s also hot and humid out here. Totally unlike the Netherlands. “Where are we?”

“Just a few more steps until you find out,” he says. “Wait here.”

I listen to the sounds. A door is opened. He walks me in. The floor is made of wood that echoes. It smells like fresh lime in here. The feeling warm and … cozy for some reason.

“Here,” he says, and he stops walking.

He circles around me, and I can feel his hand on my thighs, sliding up my body, along the curve of my breasts, up my neck, all the way to the back of my head, where he slowly unravels the blindfold.

When it falls to the floor, my jaw drops too.

In front of me, two doors are opened, showing a magical view of luscious palm trees and a sandy beach leading to a beautiful pristine ocean.

“Oh, my God …” I mutter.

“Welcome to our private little hut in the Canary Islands,” he whispers into my ear, clutching my waist from the back. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” A big smile forms on my face. “How did you plan all this?”

“You’re nosy, and I know that. But I cheated,” he explains as I take a small tour around the hut, checking out all the amazing furniture and luxurious-looking food. I even take a bite of a date filled with cheese, and it’s freaking delicious.

“You cheated? What do you mean?”

He grabs a champagne bottle sitting in ice and pours it into two glasses. “This was all planned ahead of time. Back when I was first supposed to marry you.”

I look up and stop eating. “Wait, you mean you were planning on bringing my sister here?” I almost get jealous at the thought, but then I remember that I took her place. And I’m sure glad that I did now that I’m here.

“No,” Luca responds, taking the date from my hand and stuffing it into his mouth. “Three years ago.”

My lips part, but I don’t know what to say.

He planned all this three years ago?

All this time, when his family tried to get me on a plane, and I escaped, I thought they’d only planned on marrying us there. Not that we’d actually get a …

“Oh,” I mutter, my eyes widening as the realization hits me. “This is—”

“Our honeymoon,” Luca fills in for me as he hands me a glass of champagne and holds it out for a toast. “The one I wanted to give to you.” He lowers his eyes at me in that same way he always does just before he’s about to chase me around the penthouse. And the mere sight of those eyes makes me want to flee. “Before you decided to run away from me.”

I swallow and take the glass from his hand. We toast. The air is crackling with tension.

I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip while sweat drops roll down my back.

Right as I put it down on the table, he grabs my wrist. “Don’t run just yet, bunny.”