The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter fourteen - Sebastian

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✨ If you were church, I'd get on my knees ✨
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
My sanctuary, you're holy to me
✨ If you were church, I'd get on my knees ✨
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My breath is fogging up the plane window from where my face is pressed up against it, but I am in too much awe too care. I watch the beautiful city landscape get smaller and smaller as we fly away. I feel like if I stuck my hand out right now, I could touch a cloud.

I've always wanted to touch the clouds. I thought my mama came to live in the clouds after she died. And even though I am a grown man and I know that it was the thoughts of a six year old child, I still can't help my wandering eyes searching for her in the limitless sky.

I can feel Eva's eyes on me. I can always feel them on me whenever she's around, and suddenly, Dante's words come rushing back to me.

"Because she's in love with you."

I turn my head and our eyes meet. She's sitting on the chair in front of me, her cool eyes a shade more intense these days. I want to ask her if she's okay, but I have already done that five times today. I don't want to annoy her. So, I bite my lips and look back at the stunning view.

A few moments later, the 'fasten your seatbelts' lights gets turned off with a beep, and the captain's voice informs Eva and I to relax in this 10 hour flight.

But Eva has other plans, as she frees herself and works on opening my seatbelt, too. She tugs me out of my seat urgently and drags me down the plane aisle - which is actually quite short, considering it is a private jet, Eva's private jet. I didn't know people could just own planes. In real life.

She stops in front of a door I am only seeing now.

"Wh-What's goin--"

My mouth falls open when she pushes the door open to a spacious bedroom. Inside the plane.

The walls of the bedroom are adorned in muted, soothing tones. A panoramic window stretches along one side, offering an unobstructed view of the heavens beyond. Custom-made, adjustable blackout curtains allows the occupant to decide when to be immersed in the ethereal beauty of the stars and when to draw the veil for a restful sleep.

A plush, king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, with Eva's brown duffle bag sitting by its side. The headboard is a work of art, handcrafted to resemble the tailfin of a graceful bird in flight. The pillows are a mix of feathery down and memory foam, promising both support and indulgence.

Adjacent to the bed, is a small seating area with a reclining armchair upholstered in soft leather that offers the perfect spot to gaze out into the expanse or read a book from the built-in bookshelf that curved along the wall. There is also an en-suite bathroom with the door closed.

My first thought is to run toward the bookshelf, but Eva suddenly slams the door shut and turns toward me, already slipping out of her clothes.

Her eyes are fiery and full of animalistic lust that she is about to unleash on me. I feel my cock straining in my pants.

"Strip."

Without hesitation, I start pulling off my shirt and pants. I stumble and trip over my clothes while Eva undresses in a much more graceful manner.

"W-Won't um, they h-hear us?" I point a finger outside shyly, a blush already reddening my cheeks.

A dangerous smirk forms on her beautiful face. "Not if you be quiet, little slut."

I whimper.

Yesterday, she was playful and loving. She teased me and even made me laugh multiple times. But today, there is no softness in her gaze or touch. She does not take the time to build up the sexual tension.