Twisted (Never After #4)(90)

“Remember what I said, princess,” Aidan says.

Julian’s hand tightens around my waist, and I reach up, pressing my palm to his chest, sliding it over and turning his face toward me, bringing him down into a kiss.

It’s probably a bitch move to do right in front of Aidan, but my concern is with the man I chose. He’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I’m going to show him all the reasons why it won’t.

We break apart and I move toward the car, glancing around one last time to see if I catch a glimpse of Jeannie. But she’s like a ghost, and she’s nowhere to be found.

My stomach churns, hoping like hell that nothing happens to the lamp, and I’m freaking out that I didn’t hide it well enough. I have no idea how we’re going to get it through customs, but right now I only have the mental capacity to freak out about one thing at a time.

It isn’t until Julian and I are on the private plane that I think about it again. I’m sprawled out on the couch, drinking sparkling water, watching him stare at something on his computer screen, a slight crease forming between his brows beneath his reading glasses.

“Are they going to check our bags?” I ask.

I probably shouldn’t just blurt it out like this, not when there are flight attendants and pilots and a number of other people around to hear, but if I don’t at least figure out the customs situation soon, I’m going to puke.

Julian glances at me from over the rim of his silver frames.

“Would you like them not to?”

I shrug, standing up and walking over to him, maneuvering myself between the table and his legs and plopping myself down in his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck.

His hands grip me immediately, strong and sure, and a spark of desire rushes through me from the touch.

Leaning in, I press a kiss to his neck. “I don’t want anyone touching my things but you.”

He hums, his fingers running up and down the length of my spine. “Then they won’t.”

Relief flows through me, because I know that if Julian says they won’t, then they won’t.

“You know, this was really a shitty vacation,” I muse, sinking deeper into his lap. “You didn’t take me to a single place to sightsee, and on top of that, now we’re here on this big plane with a huge bed, and I’m still here”—I lift my eyes to look at him— “wearing all these clothes.”

He smirks, but I feel him growing hard underneath me. “Some of us have work to do. Diamonds don’t sell themselves.”

“You have hundreds of employees to sell them for you,” I whine. Sighing, I stand up and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Shrugging, I start to walk to the back bedroom. “Guess I’ll just take care of things myself then.”

He’s on me before I can blink.

Large hands wrap around my waist, flipping me over his shoulder. I squeal, my stomach rising and falling like a roller coaster as he takes me to the bedroom, closing the door with his foot and throwing me on the bed.

His face is serious and his hands go directly to his belt buckle.

“Time to put that smart mouth to work, gattina.”

I grin like the cat that got the cream.

He moves to stand at the edge of the bed, lowering his pants so his thick cock bobs in the air, his veiny hand gripping it at the base and stroking it all the way from the length to the tip. “Crawl to me,” he growls.

I shake my head, feeling playful.

He tilts his head. “That’s one.”

My heart skips. “One what?”

“One orgasm you won’t get.”

My mouth drops open. “That’s not fair!”

He strokes his cock again, and my tongue swipes across my bottom lip as I watch him touch himself.

“Life’s not fair.” His words are punctuated with his eyes moving to the edge of the bed where he wants me. “Crawl to me, amore mio. Show me how bad you want it.”

Rolling over until I’m on my hands and knees, I do what he’s asking, slowly crawling across the bed, my hands sinking into the plush comforter as I stare at him from under my lashes and make my way across the bed until I reach where he is.

He presses his free hand against the back of my head. “Good girl.”

And then he drags my face forward and presses his dick against my lips.

My tongue peeks out, swiping at the salty liquid beading at the tip, and I hum at his taste.

“Suck it.”

I don’t argue this time, too desperate to feel his thick cock stretching my mouth. There’s a large vein that runs up the underside of his length, and the thought of it pulsing on my tongue while he shoots his cum down my throat makes my pussy clench. I wrap my tongue around the head of him, planning to tease him until he cracks, but before I can, he fists my hair and pushes me forward until he’s hitting the back of my mouth. My eyes water and my hands splay out on his lower abdomen as he holds me there, his cock slipping down my throat inch by inch. I make a humming noise, even though it’s difficult not to gag from the sheer size of him.

His other hand comes up to cup beneath my chin, stroking softly. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”

I do, and it helps, and then he’s pulling me back off him until he pops out of my mouth completely, a thin string of spit connecting the tip of his cock to my bottom lip.