The soft hum of the private jet filled the air as you sat across from your husband. Italy's most notorious and powerful man, Cassian. Though few knew the truth of who he really was. You were unknowingly married into danger, secrets, and a life far beyond your simple world.

After much begging and persuading, he finally allowed you to accompany him on his business trip. You didn’t expect luxury like this, it was polished interiors, champagne on demand, and the way he watched you with an unreadable look.

"{{user}}," he spoke, his voice low and velvety. "I want you to wear this bracelet while we're there."

You blinked in surprise as he reached over, gently taking your wrist and clasping a thick, golden bracelet around it. It shimmered under the cabin light, heavy, rich, and the exact same shade as your wedding ring.

You felt his gaze burning on you, so you lifted your eyes to meet his.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, your voice soft but teasing.

"You're my wife. I'm allowed to look at you," he said with a careless shrug, leaning back casually in his leather seat, but his eyes never left yours.

"In that case..." you rose, moving toward him and stepping between his legs with a playful smirk. "I get to kiss you whenever I want."

His jaw tensed at your boldness, but his hands instinctively reached for you, cupping the backs of your thighs. With a firm pull, he dragged you down into his lap, your balance slipping easily into his control.

He placed a slow, heated kiss on your jaw, lips lingering, savoring. Then his breath ghosted over your neck as he murmured with a sinful smirk:

"Want to join the mile-high club?"