Page 105 of Savage King

"Fuck you until you're delirious with pleasure."

"Oh darling," she purrs, "so romantic."

We probably should have just locked the office door because walking up the stairs is becoming harder with each step as my dick grows in my pants.

The next day…

It's hard talking to Dad on the phone and yet not talking to him at all. We both know that the other knows, but this isn't the time to have a real discussion about what happened with Mom, which makes our conversations more or less awkward.

Thankfully, Antonio assured me that the trial would end soon, and then Dad and I would have time for a real talk.

I refuse to think about it further because tonight, Antonio is taking me out for dinner. My excitement of finally getting out of the house is so great that I spend hours grooming myself and deciding what to wear.

"I thought you said nobody can see me yet," I ask when I walk down the stairs to meet Antonio by the door.

"You look stunning," he replies, holding his hand out for me to take. "And don't worry, I've got everything under control."

I don't think he has seen himself in the mirror yet, because talking about stunning… my heart makes a little flipflop, and my stomach goes all warm and fuzzy. Is there anything sexier than a man in a suit? This one is all gunmetal gray, with a white shirt underneath and a silver tie. It must have been custom-tailored for him because the material hugs his shoulders to emphasize their width. His pants are just at the cusp of being too tight for his solid quads, creating a familiar pulse on my clit at the memory of those legs between mine and the delicious bulge in between inside me.

He shaved, and his hair looks like it has just been cut and styled. Green eyes take me in from head to toe, and the gleam in them sends another wave of pulsing pleasure through my sex. Good grief, can a man get any more handsome?

"Right back at you." I stare at him, probably with the same hunger in my eyes as his.

"You're not supposed to compliment a man." He smiles.

"Yeah, well," I shrug, "what can I say? I'm biased."

He pulls me in for a deep kiss, "Careful, passerotta, or we might not get where I want to take you."

"Where are you taking me?"

He nuzzles my throat, and I have trouble keeping a moan in.

"It's a surprise, come." He takes my hand and leads me out the front door.

I haven't been through this door since he took meshoppingweeks ago. My already overexcited heart picks up the pace.

The night air is cool, and a breeze works hard to mess up my carefully arranged hair. When I hear the sound, though, I realize this isn't just any breeze; it’s wind stirred up by the helicopter.

"A helicopter ride?" I pull on his hand, fully animated now.

He smiles and yells over the noise of the rotors, "Not just any helicopter ride; this is my flagcopper."

"Flagcopper?" I grin, yelling as well. "I'm pretty sure that isn't a word."

"It is now."

I'm stunned speechless when we enter the luxurious cabin. I've never been on a helicopter before, but I sure as hell didn't expect this kind of luxury.

Six leather seats—no scrap that, recliners—line a gleaming round table. Behind them is a small bar. Everything is upholstered in subtle beiges and blacks with gold adornments. The walls are also padded with leather.

"This looks like a private jet," I observe.

He laughs, "Wait until you see my jet."

Sure. Private jet. Check. I let out a small snicker to alleviate my rising nervousness.Easy Scarlet, easy. You'll get used to it, a little voice whispers, but I think it's lying. I don't think I'll ever get used to the kind of luxurious life Antonio is opening for me.

He leads me to one of the recliners, and when I sit down, I feel like I'm enveloped in a cloud. Everything is so soft and smooth that I can't keep my eyes from roaming.

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