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Matteo's POV:

Leaning against the door frame, I watched as she turned around to face me. I clenched my jaw in annoyance when I saw that a red mark around her neck was starting to appear.

I'm the only one that's allowed to leave marks on her. 

"So, what do we do now?" She asked.

Opening the door ever so slightly, I allowed Angelo and Luca to come inside the room. Luca looked at me, and then at Talia. She looked so small compared to all of the men inside of the room, but she fit in so well.

I averted my eyes to Luca when I heard him chuckle and say, " Well, I didn't think you would be able to do it, but oh how wrong I was."
Continuing, he muttered to me, "Potrebbe essere util."

(She could be useful.)

"I know."

"Luca, Angelo, take him to the car and go straight to the jet, Scarlett just texted me that all the bombs have been placed," I spoke.

Giving me a nod in response, they moved past Talia and picked Maximal up. We were close to the fire exit and the car was parked directly outside of it, getting him into the car without being seen would be easy.

"Do you want to change into something comfortable? We need to wait for Kaycee to make it to the jet, and that might take some time," I asked.

"Yes please, I look amazing in this dress but a bitch can't breathe!" She whined.

A small smile appeared on my face in response, all of our suitcases were already packed into the van, but I told Talia to leave some spare clothes in the room just in case.

I watched her as she removed her one-strap dress.

Now, she was just standing in front of me with her black strapless bra and matching panties. 
Arching my eyebrow as she walked up to me, she ran her hand up my leg and into my pocket. 
I was expecting her to give me the room key and tell me where she kept the clothes in her and Scarlett's room. 

I was not expecting her to walk out of the room in nothing but a strapless bra and panties, and do it herself. 

Did that just happen?

Strutting back into the room, I watched as she pulled on a denim skirt - that halted above her knee - and a dark blue tube top. Putting her hair in a half-up/ half-down ponytail, she slipped on some sneakers and said, "Let's go."

Opening the door for her, because I had recently learned that she would literally throw a tantrum if I didn't, we walked outside the hotel and stepped into the car. 
The driver took us to the jet and we walked inside to see Scarlett, Angelo, and Luca all sitting in a section.

Maximal was still knocked out from the sedative and was laying in the middle of the floor surrounded by all three of them, whatever Talia gave him was working.

Sitting across from them, nobody said a word as we waited for Kaycee.

Everybody was wondering the same thing: Would she make it?

Maybe I asked too much of her. 

The silence and anticipation was killing me. Kaycee was family, I cared about my family. 

We waited and then we waited again.

After two hours of complete silence, I heard a: 
"Damn, it's quiet as fuck in here, who died?"

"What the fuck Kaycee, you scared the shit out of us!" Angelo glared.

"I stopped at a McDonald's, planting bombs makes me hungry," she shrugged. 

Scarlett and Luca let out a chuckle, while Talia just shook her head smiling. 

"So, are we detonating?" Scarlett asked.

"Sí"

Scarlett and Kaycee both pulled out their phones and pressed a button that would send a signal to the bombs, telling them to blow up. 

And just like that, Alexai's Detroit branch and half of his Mafia... were eradicated.

~***~

Talia's POV:

Today had been a long ass day. 

Luca and Angelo said they would watch Maximal until we arrived back in New York, although he wasn't waking up any time soon, the sedative I gave him is used in surgeries.

It was pretty fucking strong. 

Kaycee was laying her head on Scarlett's lap and they were both fast asleep. 
Matteo had walked into a bedroom and was laying on his back.

Yeah, this jet had a fucking bedroom, two in fact. 

Walking into the room Matteo was in, I quietly closed the door and observed him. 
His eyes were closed and he had his arm over his eyes. Smirking, I walked up to the bed. Crawling over him, I made sure not to touch any part of his body until my ass was hovering over his crotch. Setting myself down slowly on him, I shuffled up a little bit to make sure that my core was directly on his crotch. 

Cautiously, he removed his hands from his eyes and instead rested his head on them. Sending him a grin I spoke, "There's no more blood on your hands."

Licking his lips, he ran his hands up the sides of my body.

"There's a lot of blood on these hands, Princess," He said in rebuttal.

I placed my hands underneath his shirt and drove my hands in between his chest, pulling at his shirt, he lifted his upper body, as though he was doing a sit up and took off his shirt, discarding it somewhere unimportant.

Laying back down, I placed a kiss on his neck, licking and sucking until a dark crimson hickey appeared.

Moving to his chest, I repeated my actions and every once in a while he would mutter something in Italian. 
I had reached the lower part of his body, which was fully closed. 

I wouldn't have that. 

Lifting myself off of him I was about to remove his belt when suddenly he flipped me over so that he was on top. Pushing his bulge closer to me, he started off by kissing me on the lips, bruising them until they were swollen and puffy. 

Shoving his tongue into my mouth, they moved against each other working on one accord like synchronized swimmers. 

I had to pull away, he was starting to make me dizzy. Twisting my head to the side, it didn't stop Matteo from attacking my neck, he sucked and would bite me until I was panting and occasionally groaning. 

Repeating my actions, he moved down to my chest, however, he stopped when he got to my tube top, and with one sharp tug, he pulled my top down exposing my breast to him. 

Starting at the top of them, he grabbed the right one and licked around it, I sucked in a breath and nearly squealed when he bit the side and then licked again, to reduce the sting. 

Finally getting to my nipple, I watched as he rolled it around in his hand, before unleashing his tongue on me. 

He moved his head and repeated the same action on my left boob. 

Sitting up, he yanked my skirt off completely and pulled my panties down. Running only his thumb down my core, I let out a small moan. 

"So responsive," he mumbled when shoving one finger into me. I lifted my body off of the bed and placed my hand over my mouth, he pulled his glistening finger out and looked at it, tilting his head he murmured, "All this for me?" 

Bringing his finger back to my core, he added another finger inside of me and pumped in and out, I nearly lost it when he curved his fingers in such a way. While his fingers were inside of me, he brought his thumb to the bottom of my lip, before moving it down to my neck and rubbing my neck ever so softly. 

His eyes that were once filled with passion and undeniable lust, were now blazed with anger. "I didn't like you sitting on him. Look at what that bastardo did to your neck..."

(Bastard)

"Jealousy isn't a good look on you." I teased.

"Stop fucking with me Talia"

Pulling his fingers out of me, he placed both hands at the side of my head. Pouting, I moved my hand towards his bulge and was about to touch his belt, when he grabbed my hand and simply said, "No."

"No?" I asked 

"No."

Laying down next to me, he pulled me over him, so that my core was positioned over his face. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulled me down onto his face with such force, while completely pushing his tongue inside of me.

Letting out a 'fuck', I squealed when he brought his fingers to my core and used them to pinch my clit, before using them again to rub the top of my pussy. 

Taking his tongue out, he licked and sucked until I was a grinding mess, "Teo" I groaned.

I was so close to falling right off of the edge, and I did, when he licked from the top of my pussy all the way to the bottom of it, before shoving his tongue back inside of me. 
Opening my mouth to scream, I was surprised when nothing came out but a breathless shout of a 'fuck'.

I was even more surprised when Matteo didn't stop, in fact, he flipped me back over so that my back was laying on the bed and started to lick on my sensitive clit with anger. 

Is he trying to fucking kill me?

"Matteo..." I drew out. 

I called his name again when he didn't stop, and pushed at him to move, but that only seemed to make him angry, grabbing my wrists, he placed them at the side of my head and sat up. 
Using his other hand, he drove two fingers into me with such speed, that I reached my second climax in no time. 

Yet, he still didn't stop. 

I screamed when he continued to finger me and begged, "Matteo please stop"
Slowing down, he tilted his head and smirked at me.

He was a fucking work of art.

His lips were puffy and his green eyes shimmered with passion. 

"Begging..." he started, "...You should do that more often."

"Please!" I started again, he released my wrists and moved his hands to my neck, pressing so hard that I got hit with a wave of vertigo. 

His fingers sped up again, and it didn't help that my core was throbbing around him, tightening with every pulse.

"Please Matteo, I'm begging you..."

I didn't know what I was begging for anymore, my third release that was so close, or for him to stop moving his fingers against my tender core.

Adding another finger, he curved them up until he pressed right against my g- spot.

My whole lower body arched off of the bed and I let out a loud, "Oh Fuck!" 

Panting like crazy, I was relieved when he pulled his 
fingers out, but let out a whimper when he gave my core a soft slap. 

"This is the pilot speaking, we will shortly be landing at JFK."