Rosalia's POV
I walk back to my seat on the plane. Alessio is seated nonchalantly, looking through his laptop. He doesn't look at me or spare me a glance, so I decide to just ignore him too for the rest of the flight.
The pilot announces we're landing in an hour, and I have a feeling it's gonna be the longest hour of my life.
I tap through the tiny screen in front of me, perched on the back of the seat. I scroll through the variety of movies and cartoons and decide on watching SpongeBob, because why not?
I grab a blanket and get comfortable, SpongeBob's laugh filling the space, and I giggle.
"Use the damn headphones, Raven," Alessio growls from beside me, and I turn slightly to glare at him.
"No… they hurt my ears," I simply say before turning back to continue watching.
"Raven, I'm not gonna repeat myself," he adds, clicking through his laptop.
"You don't have to. I heard you, and I said no," I say, attitude dripping in my tone.
The sound of the laptop shutting harshly makes me jump, and my eyes land on him again. He looks like he's about to kill me—veins on his forehead and arms, breathing hard.
God, he has mad anger issues.
"What?" I ask, trying to sound confident.
"You don't listen, do you?" he asks, leaning closer to me. I back away, except there's nowhere I can actually go.
I swallow hard, my heart beating so loud as he leans closer and closer—like a predator cornering its prey.
"H-headphones hurt my ears, Alessio," I stutter. He hums, a slow smirk forming on his face. He stops, now a hair away from my lips. I suck in a breath, because with him, you never know what's next.
"Oh… is that so, my little wife?" he asks, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. We're literally breathing each other's air right now. My thighs clench hard, and I hate how my body reacts to him.
His eyes move from mine to my lips, and suddenly everything disappears—it's just me and him, trapped in a bubble of tension.
"Raven…" he trails off, whispering my name like a prayer. His hand moves up , tucking a loose strand behind my ear .
"Alessio…" I reply. Trailing his name like a warning . My eyes move to his lips too, and I find myself leaning forward slightly. Our lips brush from the motion, and he growls, his hand moving to grip my waist. I gasp when he drags me onto his lap.
My seatbelt was off, and I weigh like a feather compared to him, so it's easy for him to drag me like that.
I sit on his lap, straddling him, looking down at him. My hair curtains our faces, our eyes locked.
"This wasn't the fucking plan, dammit…" he whispers, almost to himself. His nails dig deeper into my waist, and I find myself arching my back, grinding on him.
I open my mouth to ask what the hell he's talking about, but my words die in my throat as he grips my hair, tilts my head, and slams his lips on mine.
The kiss isn't gentle—it's tongue and teeth, biting and sucking. My hands fly to his chest, then move around and wrap around his neck, tagging him closer to me ,my fingers tangling in his hair as I kiss him back with everything I have. All the tension that's been building pours into that kiss.
His hand moves from my waist down to the curve of my ass. He spanks, and I moan slightly, giving him access to my mouth. He slips his tongue inside, and I'm wondering if it's possible for someone to orgasm just from a damn kiss.
We pull back for air, our eyes dark with lust and want. We're breathing heavily now, staring at each other.
"Better than I imagined… you taste heavenly, Raven," he whispers, his lips now slightly smudged with my lipstick.
My hands hesitate, but I move anyway—I want to wipe the red on the corner of his now swollen wet pink lips. His hand shoots up, gripping my wrist midair.
"I didn't say you could touch me, princess," he tilts his head, smirking.
"Let me…" I whisper.
"Please…" I add, blinking down at him.
He slowly unwraps his hand from my wrist. He leans back on his chair, a silent surrender—and the sight alone makes my skin erupt in goosebumps. The arousal building in my panties is insane.
My thumb moves up, brushing the corner of his mouth gently. His eyes flutter shut, and he leans into my touch. I honestly feel like I'm dreaming.
My thumb brushes his lower lip, parting it slightly. He opens his heavy, hooded eyes, looking at me.
"There…" I whisper, looking at his lips, then at my thumb that's now red in color.
He jerks his hips up, and I feel just how hard he is. I mentally fangirl—knowing I did that to him.
His hand moves up, gripping my throat. He yanks me toward him, his lips brushing my ear.
"I can't wait to get my hands on you when we land, princess…" he chuckles darkly, his other hand gripping my ass. I find myself biting my lip from how good it feels.
"I've been thinking about it since I saw you…" he adds, biting my earlobe. My eyes shut, biting back a moan.
"I want you shaking…" he whispers, his deep voice vibrating through my body, his hand moving up my arm.
"Begging…" he adds, kissing my cheek softly, moving to hover over my lips.
"Officially… mine," he finishes, kissing me again—hard, stealing my breath.
The captain announces we'll be landing shortly, and I'm surprised how fast time flew.
He pulls back, guiding me back to my seat. I sit there for a second, trying to process what in the world just happened—and how wet and turned on I actually am. My mind keeps replaying how his hands and lips felt against mine.
"Seatbelt," he orders, and I snap out of my thoughts, fiddling with it until it clicks.
I stare out the window, and all I'm thinking is—
I might have actually fallen for the man I hate most.
A man that's not mine.
A man I should be trying to get away from…
not following him to his bed.