THE CONSUMED Series: BOOK 2
Danté
Being the youngest son of Luciano Matteo DeLuca-the infamous Sicilian Mafia kingpin-meant my fate was sealed from birth. My father ensured my brother and I were groomed to uphold his empire, leaving no detail unchec...
After about three and a half hours in the air, we finally touch down in Montego Bay, the humid Caribbean breeze welcoming us as we step off the jet. It's 5:40 a.m., and we are just in time for the sunrise—a breathtaking start to our getaway.
Inside the airport, I quickly locate the exclusive Sandals lounge to check us in, and within minutes, an executive car arrives to whisk us away from Sangster International. The drive is smooth and short, under ten minutes, but the anticipation pulses with every passing second. As we pull up to the resort, the first rays of sunlight spill over the horizon, bathing everything in a golden glow.
The moment we step out of the car, Mia gasps softly, her eyes widening in awe as the rising sun paints the resort in warm, radiant hues. Her face lights up instantly, her excitement palpable.
"So, what's your take on your surprise, sweetheart?" I ask, watching her soak in the beauty around us.
She takes a moment, lost in the view, before turning to me, her eyes glistening like the morning light on the sea. Her smile is bright, pure excitement. "It's absolutely perfect. I can't believe you pulled this off!" she says, slipping her hand into mine and squeezing gently. "Thank you for bringing me here... it's breathtaking."
Seeing her so happy makes every effort worth it. I squeeze her hand in return, a wave of pride and contentment rushing through me. "Anything for you, amore mio. I'm pleased you love it," I say, leaning in to kiss her forehead. My voice drops as I add, "And this is just the beginning... there's so much more for us to experience together."
The Sandals Royal Resort is even more stunning than I'd imagined—its overwater villas stretch out over the lagoon, connected by a heart-shaped wooden walkway. A boat arrives to take us from the main resort to our villa, just a quick one-minute ride away.
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We're taken to the very last villa, right in the middle of the beautiful turquoise water—one I specifically requested for privacy. It's perfect—everything we could possibly need is here: personal butler service, air conditioning, a private deck with an infinity pool, jacuzzi, and even a floating hammock. It's the ideal romantic hideaway, a place where I can give her all of my attention, free from the chaos of work or the looming shadow of a power-hungry mafia boss.
Mia is absolutely glowing as she discovers the glass floors, her eyes lighting up as she gazes down at the crystal-clear water beneath our feet. In a rush of excitement, she throws her arms around my neck, her captivating blue eyes locking onto mine. My arms instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her close.
"You've really outdone yourself, Danté," she purrs, her voice soft yet teasing. "And I can't wait to repay you for your kindness, my chivalrous knight."
Holy fuck!
We've barely set foot in the villa, and already, my body is surging with heat at her every word and touch. The rush of desire is unmistakable, my blood pumping hot and fast. Not that I'm complaining—I know exactly where this is headed. There's no doubt plenty of fucking and screams of pleasure are happening on this vacation.
