Rosalia's POV
It's quiet for a second , just him staring at me with an expression I can't read. I see him clench and unclench his fist from my peripheral.
I gulp, gripping the lipstick in my palm harder. When he's silent, he's even scarier , and that scares me more, because I don't know what he's thinking.
"Scared of flights?" his deep voice booms. I blink at him, not expecting that.
I shift, looking away awkwardly.
"Uh… yeah… I'm sorry, I—" I start, but he cuts me off.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." He shrugs, dabbing a tissue on his knuckles.
I hate how bipolar this man is. One minute he wants to put lipstick on me, the next he's threatening me , then, like now, when you expect him to snap, he doesn't.
I nod, reaching for the champagne I'd wanted to decline earlier. I need to do something with my hands, so I sip ,they're shaking a little.
"What did your stepbrother tell you when I was talking with my mother?" he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Oh. We're actually having a conversation.
"Uhm… nothing serious. Just wanted to know how I was doing," I say, relaxing back in my seat. I'm feeling a bit calmer now.
"Hm." He simply nods, rubbing his chin with his fingers.
A comfortable silence falls between us, and these are the times I wish I had a phone on me or something.
The sudden urge to pee hits me, and I unbuckle my seatbelt.
"Where's the bathroom? I gotta pee," I say, standing up and waiting for him to point me in the right direction ,because I've never been on this jet before.
I'm startled when he suddenly stands and starts walking away. I stay rooted, trying to figure out what the hell he's doing.
He stops and turns around.
"You coming? Or you planning to pee on your seat, Raven?" he booms.
I almost roll my eyes , back to being a jerk again. So I follow behind him, taking in the rest of the jet. It's actually very beautiful and cozy.
We stop in front of a white door, and he pushes it open. He steps inside, and I follow. It's tiny, but not too tiny , with another stall door in the corner (I assume that's the bathroom), a mirror, and two sinks. It's classy too.
Alessio walks over to the mirror, and I look at him, confused.
"Do you mind leaving?" I ask, because it's common sense that he should.
He turns around, crossing his hands over his chest. His muscles pop, and I gulp. The tension in this room is insane, and I can't even breathe properly.
"No. I wanna use the mirror," he shrugs, a grin on his face, and my heart skips a bit.
"You're being ridiculous. Just wait till I'm done, then you can use the mirror, Alessio," I snap, because I'm pressed and he's being a jerk.
He cocks a brow.
"Watch your tone, Raven. This is my jet , I go wherever I want, whenever I want." His voice drops to a low, deep tone.
Fuck it. I roll my eyes, making my way to the stall and shutting it behind me.
He's unbelievable.
I pee, finish my business, flush, and walk out to find the space empty.
I breathe out , he actually left. Not having him around has me breathing better.
I walk over to the sink, turn on the faucet, and lather soap on my hands, washing silently.
I jump when the door swings open again and Alessio steps inside. My hands start trembling, and I hold the towel tightly. God, why can't he just leave me alone?
"Need something?" I ask, trying to sound confident, but my voice cracks a little.
"Yes, actually," he says, shutting the door with a click behind him. My heart stops as I look at him.
"What?" I ask, nails digging into the towel.
He doesn't answer right away , he stalks toward me instead. Unhurried. One hand in his pocket, lips curled into a ghost of a smirk. The bathroom lights flicker; the tattoos on his skin glisten a little. I gulp, heartbeat loud in my ears, a swarm of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
He stops a hair away from me, my ass now pressed against the counter.
His hand reaches up, hesitating for a while. He breathes in, like he's breathing me in. I blink up at his tall, broad frame shadowing my short one.
"I didn't put that lipstick on you, Raven…" His voice is hoarse, deep , his breath fans across my cheek, and my skin erupts in goosebumps.
"You don't have to…" My voice comes out small and pathetic, and I almost slap myself.
Yeah, well , so much for trying to act confident, Rosalia.
"But I want to. Give it." He says .. or orders , like he always does.
I reach into my hoodie pocket, my hand brushing against the box with the diamonds before grabbing the lipstick and pulling it out.
I hand it to him with shaky hands. He's closer now.
"Cherry red suits you," his voice is low yet deep , I almost roll my eyes at how good it actually sounds.
Before I can blink, his hands move to my waist, gripping tight. He lifts me up, placing me on the counter.
"Wh—?" I ask, startled.
He yanks my knees apart before stepping between them.
"Better," he says, and now our bodies are touching ,lips inches away, my thighs pressed against his sides. The pool forming low in my panties is insane.
He opens the cap of the lipstick, placing it beside me. His hand moves up, gripping my jaw. My lips part slightly. His eyes move from mine to my lips, and I find myself doing the same.
He places the flat tip on my lower lip first, swiping slowly. The motion makes my body react in ways I don't understand , all I want is to touch him, but my hands stay gripping the counter.
My eyes lock on his as I watch him , his focus fixed on my lips as he applies the color with slow drags.
"You know…" he suddenly says, now working on my upper lip.
I stay silent, letting him speak.
"I'm a very troubled, cold, complicated man," he says, still applying the lipstick , and I actually think he's overdoing it, but I don't stop him.
"But…" he adds. He stops, placing the lipstick down. He doesn't move away. His hands rest on both sides of me, eyes lingering on my lips. His thumb brushes the corner of my mouth.
He hums in approval of his work before his eyes meet mine.
"But you, Raven… you seem to drown out all the chaos , just by looking at you." His hand moves to my waist.
He yanks me forward, pressing me to him, and my hands fly to his chest. I don't push him away. God, I want to, but I don't.
He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. My eyes shut, and my fists clench slightly on his shirt.
"I hate that you have that effect on me, my little wife," he growls in my ear.
My arousal is literally dripping down my inner thighs , just his voice and his touch drive me insane.
His grip tightens on my waist, and I suck in a breath.
"But I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it," he adds, pulling back , his eyes on me now.
I can't find words , because all I want is for this man, the one I hate with everything in me, to kiss me.
My hands start moving toward his neck, but he pulls back. I look at him, confused. He smirks. This motherfucker.
"We're landing soon, Raven. You should get back to your seat," he says, winking at me and disappearing out of the bathroom.
I sit perched on the counter ,hot, wet, turned on, and confused.
What the hell just happened?
I jump off the counter and look at my reflection in the mirror. My face is red. My lips are red. And I'm actually impressed by how good he did applying it.
I fix my hair with my hands and smirk.
I'll get him back for that.
He wants to play this game with me?
Fine.