Page 78 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“The jet is ready. There’s no point delaying it.” I try to keep my tone light-hearted, but I’m sure that she can see right through me. “Besides, Caleb is under orders from his wife to make sure that you’re on a flight tonight.”

Her eyes soften at the mention of Victoria, but they quickly cloud over, like the heavy sky outside. I could add that I want to leave the city before the threatened snowfall hits, but she’ll get suspicious the more pressure I apply.

“I should speak to Nick.”

My hackles are instantly raised.

“I haven’t spoken to him since I ran away last night, Kyle. I should at least apologize for leaving without a word.”

I nod, thin-lipped. “I’ll give you some space.” Even though giving her space to speak to him is the last thing I want to do.

I wander back to the kitchen and switch on the coffee machine, straining to hear her voice, to know what she is saying to him even though it feels like a knife straight through my chest.

The coffee pot is only half-full of steaming black liquid when she follows me into the kitchen, still clutching the comforter around her. “No answer.” She chews her bottom lip. “I’ve messaged him to say that I’m going away for a while.”

Now is my chance to tell her that she doesn’t have to go. We’ve forced this trip on her. She would never have considered taking a break if Victoria hadn’t suggested it. But I can’t.

Whatever Nick’s intentions, this isn’t over yet.

“Thank you,” I say.

She smiles. “For what?”

“For letting me help you.”

She comes closer. Her lips part to reveal perfect white teeth. Her eyes lock onto mine.

“I’ve never been on a private jet before.” Her voice is husky.

“It beats economy class.”

Closer.

“Do we have time…?”

“Time for what?” My cock responds by knocking against my pants, fighting to be set free.

Sienna drops the comforter.

She’s still naked. I can see the faint marks on her breasts from where I sucked on her earlier, the flush on her abdomen, the raw patches on the mound of her pussy left behind by my beard.

She reaches for my hand and sucks my index finger before inserting it inside her. My mouth closes on hers while I work her sex to a frenzy, supporting her against my chest until her shudders subside.

We order food from the Wraith’s restaurant and get it sent up to my apartment. We shower together. Seamus collects Sienna’s clothes from her apartment, and we pack our bags in silence, sharing occasional glances across my bedroom.

She hasn’t mentioned Nick Morris since she messaged him earlier. I’ve seen her checking her phone several times, but I don’t think that he has replied.

“I feel like a little girl again.” She zips up her luggage and stands it upright on the floor. “My mom’s friend had a lodge on Greenwood Lake. She would let us use it in the summer, and I’dget so excited whenever we packed our suitcase even though I knew what to expect.”

“Sometimes it’s better to know where you’re going.” I smile.

I know what she means. I have the same sense of exhilaration gurgling through my veins at the thought of traveling to Ireland with her. I can’t wait to show her around. To throw open the sliding back doors of the annex and watch her inhale the view. To see Ireland through her eyes for the first time.

“Kyle. What if I can’t paint again?”

I place a folded sweater inside my case and cross the room to stand in front of her. I hold her hands; she’s trembling.

“What’s brought this on? You have an amazing talent, Sienna. Don’t let the selfish fuckers who broke into the gallery destroy your confidence. You’re better than that.”

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