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the plane to see if they were being watched. No one paid them any mind. He took her hand gently, lacing his fingers with hers, and tugged her behind him. They made their way to the very back of the plane and a single door.
    He pushed the door open and pulled her into a bedroom. Small, but a bedroom nonetheless. A bed took up most of the room, with a writing desk in the corner. “I travel to Europe quite often,” he explained as he shut and locked the door.
    Not sure what to do, she sat on the bed. He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets. “I’m not sure what to do with you, wife.” She looked up at him. The seriousness in his eyes had returned, and she braced herself for a lecture. “I promised myself I would deal with your disobedience as soon as we landed in Chicago. But we aren’t there yet.” He brushed a lock of hair from her shoulder, running his fingertip over her neck and to the strap of her dress. He hooked his finger into the strap and dragged it over her shoulder and down her arm, pulling the neckline of her dress down with it. Her breast popped free of the built-in cup, exposed to his sight. And his touch.
    “My disobedience—” Her argument was cut off with his fingers pinching her nipple. The burn spread through her breast and moved lower, dampening her panties with the simple touch.
    “Ah, so that’s how I silence you.” He chuckled quietly and pressed his knee between hers, shoving them open. “Lean back for me, wife. I have need of your body.” He sunk down to his knees before her, releasing her nipple and gripping her thighs.
    She moved her feet wider, watching his every move as he pushed the hem of her dress up her hips. As she leaned back onto her elbows, he pushed the dress further, exposing her panties. “I think, for this vacation, you won’t wear any panties at all.” He lowered his face and took a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell so good, Isabella.” He slid his hands beneath her bottom and yanked down the panties, helping her maneuver her legs until they were completely off. She didn’t know what to say when he tucked them into his pocket, but words weren’t necessary when she was so wet.
    “I want to have full access to this pretty pussy of yours at all times. No panties, unless you’ve asked permission.” His thumbs worked their way up her folds, brushing only momentarily across her clit. “Do you understand, Isabella?”
    Understand? His words were floating around her mind, muddling up her thoughts. One part of her wanted to tell him to go to hell with his rules and demand why he was allowed to curse while she wasn’t. But the other part of her didn’t want him to stop touching her. “Yes, Antonio,” she said finally when she realized he wasn’t going to continue until she responded.
    “Very good.” He smiled at her, and her heart swelled at the sight. It wasn’t just a polite or forced smile, it was one of full, genuine approval and pleasure. He spread her lower lips and blew slowly over her clit. She moaned, throwing her head back, and wanted to push him closer to her but knew that would probably backfire.
    Antonio dragged his tongue up her folds until he reached her clit, then he sucked hard on the swollen nub, making her cry out again from the intensity of his touch. One moment, he bit her, the next, he kissed away the pain. Every little bit of discomfort he gave, he turned into a burn of desire until she wasn’t sure where one started and the other began. She began to crave the bite.
    Two fingers slid into her aching passage, and she looked down the length of her body to watch his head between her thighs. His mouth kissed and sucked on her sex while his fingers thrust into her, harder and harder. “Fuck.” She moaned and closed her eyes tightly. “No, don’t stop. Please. Antonio.” She squeezed her thighs. “Please.”
    “What did you do wrong?” he asked, his mouth close to her sex. She could feel the vibrations of his words against