"So, as I was saying before someone so rudely interrupted…"
Ivana snorted, glaring daggers at Kacy before deliberately shifting her seductive emerald eyes back to his men. She pointed straight at the young man with the hazel nuts eyes.
Oops. Hazel eyes, was it?
"Your names. Starting with you."
"I'm Azel,"
He answered, his smooth Italian accent curling around her like forbidden silk.
"Oh… Azel,"
Ivana purred, letting the name slide slowly from her glossy pink lips like warm honey dripping down skin.
"Such a delicious name. No wonder your eyes are hazel. They remind me of juicy, warm nuts. Right now, I think I'm feeling quite hungry for one and Kudos to your parents. I'm sure those beautiful eyes were their inspiration."
The flirtatious words spilled from her with shameless intent. Azel's face flushed deep red. He turned nervously toward his boss, only to meet Kacy's murderous glare burning through the phone call.
The poor boy started shaking. Ivana glanced back, pretending innocence, while the rest of the men sat with their mouths open in shock at her sultry, teasing tone.
Really?My husband is jealous!!! how adorable.
Ivana laughed silently to herself.
Poor Azel. I'll use him to set my possessive husband on fire.
To push the knife deeper, she huffed at Kacy, then reached out and boldly cupped Azel's cheek with her soft hand, turning his face back to hers.
"I thought I said something, Azel, hmm?"
She asked sweetly, a dangerous thread of poison and threat woven beneath the honeyed tone. Her hand lingered just long enough before dropping.
Azel was internally panicking.
I'm doomed.
Caught between his terrifying boss and his boss's even more troublesome, sassy, dangerous wife, he had come to one conclusion:
The wife was scarier.
"Um… thank you, ma'am. There's… eh… no warm nuts here right now, but… yes, my eyes gave them the inspiration,"
He stuttered, sweating under the dual glares.
Ivana's glare melted into a satisfied, predatory smirk. The other men sighed in visible relief especially Azel, who had just become the sacrificial lamb. They already knew his salary would be cut for this.
"Awwww… such a caring fella,"
She cooed with that manipulative, seductive tone, dragging his name out slowly and sensually,
"you'll get it for me another time… Azel."
Her perfect emerald eyes stayed locked on Kacy the entire time, especially when her shiny pink lipgloss-covered lips wrapped around the boy's name like she was sucking on something much filthier.
The gloss shimmered with nude tones and tiny star-like sparkles, making her mouth look wet, fuckable, and deliberately provocative.
Kacy's fist curled so tightly on the armrest that his knuckles turned white. His calm facade cracked, revealing the dark, obsessive storm raging beneath. He was beyond jealous.
He was feral.
Watching his feisty little witch flirt shamelessly with Azel, one of his most trusted aides, made something violent and possessive twist deep in his gut.
The boy was only twenty-two, the same age as his wife, sharp-minded, high-IQ, and talented—a hacker. But even a hacker couldn't underestimate his wife's troublesome character.
He felt bad for the poor boy. He knew Azel was the sacrificial lamb his wife was using to make him jealous.
But that did not fucking mean he wasn't going to cut his salary.
Because The fuck?
She was his.
Her lips. Her voice. Her teasing little cunt. All of it belonged to him alone.
Clearly, she had forgotten that she wasn't allowed to use that tone or that motherfucking seductive laughter on anyone else except him. And since she had been such a troublesome little kitty, he was going to make her pay for it right here on this jet.
The moment that million-dollar call ended, he would drag her to any spare room in the jet, shove that pretty pink gown up to her waist, spread her thighs wide, and fuck her raw until she was sobbing his name and dripping down her legs.
He'd remind her exactly who owned every moan, every flirt, every slick drop between her thighs.
His grip on the phone tightened until he nearly drew blood. If the call wasn't so important, he would have ended it already and fucked her mouth with his cock so thoroughly that she wouldn't be able to talk for days.
After a long, tense breath, Kacy slowly loosened his grip. His calm, calculative mask slid back into place. But his lips curled into a slow, mischievous, devastating smirk—the kind that promised absolute ruin and exquisite, filthy punishment.
His little moonlight had no idea what was coming for her the second this call ended.
She gasped at that devastating smirk, her mouth going dry as her thighs clenched hard together. Fresh wetness pooled between her folds, soaking her panties. That single look from him had her dripping beyond measure.
Even as she tried to turn away and focus on his laptop instead of his face, watching him with his back turned to her, his hands typing and jotting notes on his laptop that she had no idea about.
Yet she couldn't stop stealing glances at his broad back, the way his muscles shifted beneath the black shirt.
A slight sound from the jet pulled her back to reality. She turned to his men with a bright, dangerous smile.
"So, as I was saying… your names. Starting with you."
One by one they introduced themselves. Alex, Marco, Luca, Nevan… Some names were seductive, rolling off the tongue like sin. Others were funny.
She actually enjoyed getting to know them, laughing freely at their random jokes. And she knew her husband was jealous. Bloody jealous.
He had told her many times that her laughter was seductive, so she could only imagine his reaction now that she was sitting here laughing at his men's jokes.
Damn.
He must be burning with jealousy, and to make matters worse, she was still laughing at their jokes.
Bloody hell!!! he must be so jealous right now.
His men were surprisingly playful and free, just like him. She found herself liking Azel the most, young, sharp, and blessed with that hot Italian accent.
I just got a favorite.
She thought with wicked delight.
This is definitely going to cause a fight between me and my husband. Haaaaahaaaa!
She was still laughing at a story Nevan shared about his first time in Korea, how he got on a high-speed swing at an amusement park, puked all over his seatmate, and got beaten up by a group of friends afterward.
He even showed her the faint mark on his neck, and she leaning in, touching it lightly with her fingers as she giggled.
Okay, maybe... Kacy's going to kill me. Shittt!! He might not even send my body back to my parents this time, and if he does, it probably won't be in one piece.
It was so funny that she couldn't stop laughing, unaware to her and his men Kacy was watching them with that calm predator's gaze, his nose slightly reddened and his Adam's apple moving slowly and sensually as he watched her.
Her laughter continued, bright and unrestrained, until she suddenly realized she was the only one still laughing. The moment turned awkward.
The cabin had gone deathly silent.
His men were staring past her shoulder, not at her, but at what stood behind her in pure terror.
She turned slowly, the afterglow of laughter still lingering on her lips, to see what had shocked and unsettled them.
The moment her eyes met those calm, intense orbs, she froze.
A sharp gasp escaped her as her lips parted in unfathomable shock and a slow, almost psychotic smile curled on his lips in satisfaction, knowing the effect his stare had on her.
Kacy was staring straight at her.
His calm, intense ocean-blue eyes pierced right through her soul. He murmured a few final words into the phone, then ended the call with a soft click.
Without breaking eye contact, he closed his laptop and whispered in a silent, controlling voice to his men that sent shivers down her spine:
"Get out."
His men vanished almost instantly—some practically tripping over themselves in their haste to escape. A tiny, nervous chuckle escaped Ivana's lips before Kacy's glare made her swallow it.
Argh! Bloody traitors!
Now she was completely alone with him. His stare never softened. He didn't even glance at his retreating men—only at her. Obsessive. Possessive. Darkly calm.
God, please save me. I don't want to die a premature death. I promise I'll never make my husband jealous again and I'll go to mass every day if you save me from this punishment…
She murmured silent prayers as he simply watched her, not moving, not speaking. After what felt like an eternity, his intense stare eased into something deceptively normal but the dark, obsessive hunger never left his eyes.
"Hey… um… yyy…"
She whispered in a tiny, shaky voice, waving stupidly at him.
No reaction.
Jeez, you look stupid, Ivana. Drop that arm.
She stopped waving.
"You know… um… Kace… I was just… um… joking about…"
"About what?"
His voice cut in, velvet, sensual, and dangerously hot. It stole the breath from her lungs.
She gasped softly, multiple times, thighs pressing together as fresh slick coated her folds.
"Answer me, little moonlight."
That sick, velvety whisper made her gasp harder.
If you fucking stop using that panty ripping voice on me, I'll answer, you stupid man.
"Um… uh… em… flirting with one of your boys,"
She finally murmured, barely audible.
Kacy laughed, not a forgiving sound, but a low, sinful laugh full of ruin and dark promise. And the only think that came to her mind was God himself couldn't save her from her husband or his punishment.
His right hand shot out, gripping her waist with bruising strength. He yanked her onto his lap in one smooth, possessive motion.
She gasped sharply as her fluffy pink slippers fell forgotten to the floor. Her hands pressed against his hard chest, heart hammering wildly.
He stared at her with pure predator hunger, slowly licking his sexy lips. One hand stayed firmly on her waist, the other resting high on her thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh.
He watched her like she was his favorite age sex rated movie—filthy, explicit, and entirely his to ruin.
"If you keep parting those pretty lips like that,"
Kacy growled, voice low and dangerous.
"you're going to make me think you're begging for my cock wrapped around them. And his name is Azel…uh.. you said you needed his warm nuts, didn't you? Or have you suddenly lost your appetite?"
Ivana's gasp melted into a slow, wicked smile as she stared at her husband's jealous, flushed face. Her first hand left his chest as her index finger traced a slow, teasing line along his sharp jawbone, down to his Adam's apple, then back up again, repeating the sensual path.
He gulped hard, jaw clenching so tightly she could see the muscle jump. His hand on her lap gripped her thigh with bruising force, the pressure so intense she knew it would leave marks even through the fabric of her gown.
She leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over his collarbone. Her pink, seductive tongue slipped out, licking a slow, filthy stripe along his skin.
A silent, guttural moan escaped his lips raw and uncontrolled sending a violent shiver through her body as fresh slick gushed between her thighs, soaking her panties completely.
"Are you jealous, baby?"
She whispered against his neck, voice dripping with mock sweetness.
"Oh… my poor baby is so jealous."
The words earned her another deep, filthy moan from him. His grip on her thigh tightened brutally, pulling another soft, broken moan from her own lips.
Then his hand left her lap and grabbed her jaw, forcing her face away from his neck so she had to meet his eyes. He glared at her dark, possessive, furious but she only smiled slyly, eyes dancing with wicked laughter. He was jealous. Dangerously.
"You flirted with Azel, my most trusted aide, right under my fucking nose,"
He snarled, voice velvet over steel.
"And you expect me not to be jealous? You knew exactly what you were doing, little moonlight. Trying to make me lose control."
His tongue dragged slowly over her jaw as he spoke, licking and sucking between words.
"Well, news flash… your hard work paid off, Ivy. And after hard work comes a reward. So I'm going to reward you properly."
She gasped, her moans intensifying as she cursed inwardly.
Reward you say? You fucker this isn't reward but fucking punishment!!!
"I'll fucking reward you, little moonlight. Since you're craving so badly for juicy, warm nuts, I'll give you one you won't forget. Ohh, my mistake, two. Because you laughed in that seductive tone that is only meant for me. Even when I told you I'm the only one allowed to hear you, you still laughed like that. Yet you chose to disobey me. You don't really listen, huh? You fucking let twelve boys hear your laughter, and so of course I should reward you. Since you've forgotten that you're mine, I should refresh your memory with my reward."
Her gasps and moans grew louder, helpless, as his lips moved to her neck. He bit down on a sensitive spot, whispering sensually and ruinously against her flushed skin:
"You wanted warm nuts so badly? Then get ready, because I'm going to improvise. Since Azel's aren't available, I'll give you my cock, thick, hot, and dripping. I'm going to fuck that sinful mouth of yours hard and deep until your throat is raw, your lips are swollen and cracked, and you lose your voice completely. By the time I'm done with you, the next time you even think about asking for warm nuts in this life or the next, you'll remember exactly who this pretty mouth belongs to. That's my warm nuts for you, little moonlight."
He drawled the final words like a dark vow, then bit harder on her neck—possessive, punishing, claiming her as her eyes rolled back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down her cheeks.
She knew she had pushed him too far. She had hit a nerve so deep there was no escaping.
Her predator, her husband, was going to devour her completely.
And even in the haze of her moans and tears, she understood the truth: she wouldn't be asking anyone for warm nuts ever again.