Page 28 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
“What will you take?” It’s a burble. I’m speaking from underwater.
“Oh, no.” The corner of his mouth tugs into a feral smile. “You’ll find out when you’recaptured.”
A tremor goes through me. It’s fear, but the delicious, safe sort of fear. It’s tingling and alive. He’s a wolf taunting soft little prey: me.
His bunny.
“You get a head-start after every time I catch you. And I only get to take one thing.”
A kaleidoscope of possibilities gleams in my mind of what he might take from me, so quick and spectacular I can’t even specify them all. Anticipation floods my veins and warms me between the legs.
He smirks, looking me up and down with barely leashed relish. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” But my voice isn’t my own. It’s breathy and excited and deliciously conflicted. I want to flee, my nightdress streaming behind me. I want to be followed. I want to win and be seized.
What will this dangerous mafia boss do if—or when—he catches me?
“I’m coming after you, zayka. Ten, nine.”
It takes me that long to realise that this is all the notice I’ll get. I turn on my heel.
“Eight, seven.”
And run into the darkness.
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DIMITRI
She takes off into the early morning grey before the sun is over the horizon, and I don’t bother counting further. Either she trusts me, and I’ll see it in her eyes when I catch her, or she doesn’t. Playing fair when I made up the rules hardly makes any difference.
I watch her, considering the route through the woods. Will she follow the path we took together yesterday, as I suggested? I hope so. That way is pretty, going first across this tree-scattered grassy landscape, into the dense conifers, with a thick layer of spindly needles on the ground and the air scented with pine sap. Then it passes into rougher woodland with younger trees and undergrowth as soon as you stray from the path. After that, there’s a beech wood, broad and open and clean, the golden leaves crunching underfoot before you emerge to the long gravel drive to the house.
The small figure of Jenna runs away from me in her white silk nightgown, her sneakers slapping the grass. My cock thickens as I watch her bare thighs. I wonder if she’s already wet, anticipating what I’m going to do when I stop her? Is she wearing little white knickers under that nightdress as she flees from me?
I can’t wait to rip them off.
She glances behind, blonde hair whipping, and I imagine I can see her green eyes and her longing. Her invitation.
Catch me. Kiss me.
That’s what her social media said, and I’m going to make all her dirtiest dreams come true.
She’s had long enough.
I take off after her, accelerating to a pace that eats up the distance between us. My feet thud on the grass as I chase, and my lungs fill with the cool, fresh morning air. The movement primes my body, invigorating my muscles.
I keep my prey in sight as she slips into the wood. I’ve gained on her. A hungry wolf is quicker and more powerful than a little rabbit. The white silk tangles around her slim, pale thighs as she turns where the grass leads to a smooth sandy path. The bright fabric rides up and almost—so almost—gives me a view to answer whether she’s wearing knickers.
My cock throbs, bouncing heavily as I run. She looks back again, giving me the sight of her profile. That sweetly upturned nose and open pink lips.
I can’t wait to use her mouth.
She shrieks at how close I am now, and I urge my limbs faster, gaining on her as she scrambles in panic around the curves of the path, skirting the rugged trees that border on each side.
There’s the scent of pine, and it’s so wholesome and filthy, I love it. There’s no one else for miles, just me and the girl I’m going to consume.
I let her run, but not too far. Long enough to stretch her legs, and get warm. To feel the crisp air filling her lungs and to be aware and afraid of the monster behind her.
