20| Italy and the little things.

Grace was quiet again for the rest of the flight, Victor hadn't heard a word from her until she'd fallen asleep resting her head on his shoulder. He liked the parts of Grace he saw today. He got up careful not to disturb her before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the small room at the back of the plane. He laid her down gently onto the double bed. Grace groaned sleepily in her position waking up slightly

"Can you lay with me?" She asked forgetting that he was a mafia King, her sleep-deprived brain just wanted him to hold her if she was being honest. Victor nodded taking off his shoes before climbing in next to her. She turned to face him before scooching closer and burying herself into his side. This was new for Victor, he wasn't used to sharing a bed with a woman but he liked the way Grace's body molded to his.

"Victor?" She mumbled half asleep

"Yes, Grace?" He asked looking at her, taking in her beauty

"Why don't you ever hold my hand?" She asked Victor, it was not the question he was expecting but he couldn't help but smile at her in this state.

"I'm the king of the most powerful mafia in the world Grace." He looked down at her "I don't hold hands."

"Yes, but you're still a man after all" She mumbled wrapping an arm around his waist, her touch sending electricity straight through him.

"Yes, a man," Victor said turning over, in a swift moment he had Grace on her back with her hands pinned above her head in one of his, as Victor hovered on top of her, her sleep long forgotten as the heat began to build in her core "and your constant temptation is testing my every limit" his green eyes held her with wanting deep within them.

"I've done nothing to tempt you," She said as her heart began thumping in her chest

"You haven't?" He asked raising a brow "you constantly tempt me. Your presence alone is enough to drive me crazy, not to mention your touch and kiss. It's almost impossible to resist you"

"No one has asked you to resist me," Grace said lifting her head so that her lips met Victor's. He kissed her back instantly as if she was the air he needed to breathe. Grace moaned as Victor shifted his weight to get between her legs, lust and something else, a feeling he was not ready to acknowledge fueled his every move, he let her hands loose from his grip whilst his hands traveled to her waist, gripping her hips as she moaned against his kiss, the hardness of his member pushing against the pool of liquid that clung to her panties. Pulling away from the kiss Victor placed kisses down her jaw to her neck as soft moans escaped her lips.

"Sir?" One of Victor's men called knocking on the door.

"What?" Victor snapped irritated looking at the door

"We're about to land," He said and Victor had half a mind to put a bullet in his head for interrupting.

"Seems as though today will not be the day you lose your virginity, Ms. Brennan," Victor said looking at her untamed brown eyes hungry with lust.

"You know?" She asked heat rising to her cheeks

"Obviously," Victor said getting up

"I didn't know it was that obvious" Grace grumbled sitting up

"I don't mind though" He looked at her "You'll be mine in every way" He leaned down taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger "I will be the only man that has touched you. You will belong to me and me only" He placed a soft kiss on her lips before exiting the room. Grace sat for a moment longer as Victor's words played over in her mind. Had she been tempting him? Grace didn't even know how to tempt someone, perhaps Victor had been projecting. After all, it was him that had been tempting Grace since the beginning. She went out to the front of the plane, taking her seat next to Victor, preparing for the landing which had her stomach tied in knots, she closed her eyes firmly until she felt the plane stop moving.

It was already morning in Italy and the Italian sun was hot as it shone in the morning sky, Grace followed behind Victor as they walked to the black Mercedes that stood waiting for them. The drive to the beach house that Victor's mother occupied was about an hour's drive from the airport, an hour that grace had spent staring out of the tinted window to catch a glimpse of the surroundings. When they arrived at the beach house, Victor's mother had been waiting patiently. She was more than excited to meet the girl that had captured her son's heart, only because she firmly believed there would never be one.

Victor watched as his mother enveloped Grace into a tight hug "I'm Gloria dear, it's nice to meet you" She smiled kindly before moving on to hug Victor hello.

"You must be tired, come" Gloria motioned for them to follow her into the beach house. Grace looked around as they entered the dining room which was just through the front door. It was an open plan house, the living room and kitchen right off of the dining room, and through the glass double doors in the living room, Grace could see a crystal blue pool overlooking the ocean. She followed Gloria as she led them upstairs stopping at the first room. "You two will sleep in here" Gloria smiled

"We're sleeping together?" Grace blurted out surprised

"Of course dear" Gloria gave her a smirk "I'm not naive"

"Of course not, that's not what I meant" Grace mumbled as the heat rose to her cheeks.

"Get settled, dinner will be done in an hour" Gloria smiled before heading down the stairs.

Grace followed Victor into the room, the light oak flooring and high ceiling made it look larger than Grace expected. She looked at the double bed nervously, tonight she would be sharing a bed with Victor. She couldn't help but wonder if that's all they'd be doing. She would find out tonight when she'd have to share a bed with the mafia king.