Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 442 Off To Honeymoon Alex's POV.

As I rushed through the corridors of the dimly lit hideout, I could feel the tension building up within me. The arms deal was a critical operation for my mafia gang, and my presence was crucial. Every step I took was laden with urgency, my mind focused solely on the task at

hand. My heart, however,

was a different matter entirely.

In the midst of all the chaos, my thoughts kept drifting to the private jet that my father had arranged for Sarah and me, whisking us away to Rome for our honeymoon. It was a plan I had begrudgingly accepted, initially uninterested in any romantic pursuits. But surprisingly, Sarah had managed to kindle a spark within me, and now, I found myself genuinely looking forward to this journey with her. She was a breath of fresh air, a presence that left me yearning for more.

Finally returning home after concluding the deal, I was greeted by the sight of Sarah, already prepared and packed for our trip. My heart warmed at the thoughtfulness she displayed by packing my bags as well, a gesture that spoke volumes of her care and consideration for me.

But despite my feelings for her, I couldn't shake off the turmoil from her confession the previous night. Her love for me was genuine, while my own intentions were clouded by a sense of obligation and reluctance. I didn't

want to take advantage of her affection, especially when our marriage was born out of coercion rather than a genuine connection.

Deep down, I knew that I had only agreed to this marriage under duress, purely to appease my father's wishes and uphold the family's reputation. I had never intended for it to be a serious commitment, and my ultimate goal

was to find a way to annul this union. I resented the idea of anyone binding me to a lifetime of responsibilities and expectations against my will.

I didn't want Sarah to misinterpret the situation and end up hurt once our marriage inevitably came to an end. However, deep down, I desired her. Hell, I craved her so bad.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice when we arrived at the airport. Tenderly, I took her hand and led her towards the waiting private jet. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with her free hand.

"Wow, this is incredible! I've never been on a private jet before, and it's absolutely beautiful," she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over as she jumped with joy.

I could only grin at her childlike enthusiasm. She darted inside and quickly claimed the window seat. I followed behind, purposely making my way towards her and taking a seat beside her.

"Are you excited for your first time flying in a private jet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to convey curiosity.

responding, her eyes brimming with adoration and happiness. "Both. I'm excited about

warmth as her gaze remained fixed on me, radiating pure

couples typically do on their honeymoon?" I asked, noticing the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as she nibbled on

with desire. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. With a gentle bite, I grazed

her mouth, infusing our connection with an intoxicating

and pressing her firmly against my chest. Our mouths met once again in a fervent, passionate kiss. Her taste was divine, sweet like nectar.

ardor, mirroring my actions. Between kisses, I couldn't help but smile, captivated by her innocence

the sound of someone

a subtle reminder, and I reluctantly pulled away from her embrace. I glanced over and noticed an air hostess standing nearby,

and I scowled at her, displeased by her untimely intrusion into our blissful moment

fasten your seatbelts as we are about to take off," the air hostess requested,

gently lifted Sarah onto my lap before

fasten her seatbelt, finding solace in the fact that I was the one caring for her. As the plane soared into the air, tilting slightly upward, Sarah clutched my hand tightly, her eyes closed shut. The gesture warmed

she relied on

moment.

in the

that

eyes and asked,

of horror flickered across her eyes, fear etched upon her face. "Y..yes! I never had a boyfriend," she

was simply

lap, nodding in response. She was embarrassed. Shit! I cursed myself

her cheek, gently caressing her soft skin with the pad

softly, and her eyes immediately locked onto

fact, I'm glad that you're mine

hers, a gentle and lingering kiss that elicited a soft moan from her

gazed into her

I want to