Page 34 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
So instead of diving into the vehicle and demanding to be returned to London, I choose madness.
One deep breath and I spin on my heel.
I run back into the beast’s forest.
And he gives chase.
14
DIMITRI
She’s not leaving.
There was a moment, maybe even more than one, when I thought she would take up my offer of liberty, and I’d be back to stalking and loving her from a distance.
But as I see her running back into the trees, my heart soars.
I sprint after her, allowing her lead me. I don’t feel the jolts to my knees or the burn in my throat. I could chase her all day so long as at the end, she was mine. So I let her dash away, not attempting to snatch her into my arms yet.
I draw close. I make my footfalls heavy, so she hears me behind her, grinning to myself at the little squeaks of trepidation that escape her, because I know that’s our game. After all, she’s heading back towards our house.
Jenna veers off the path and it takes me a second to understand. Then I see the small clearing that is part of an old quarry, with big chalk boulders and expanses of golden beech leaves on the ground that kick up with her feet.
It’s an irresistible invitation. A burst of speed and she shrieks as I snatch her up, twisting her to face me.
With one arm I clamp Jenna punishingly around the waist as I fall to my knees. I force her down with me and unbutton myjeans. My erection freed, my cock springs up. When she tries to strike me, I grab her hands in mine. As she lands on her back on the soil, springy with years of fallen leaves, I trap her hands on either side of her face.
I’m being savage, I recognise that, but I can’t stop.
“Got anything to say?” I ask roughly.
I drag in harsh breaths as I wait for her to reply “Red”. I’d stop, I would. I know that in my head, but the beast inside me roars that I’m even giving her the opportunity.
“No,” she whimpers, her chest heaving with the exertion from our run. And that’s enough for me.
I kick her ankles apart and force myself between her legs. But I don’t need to. She’s already spreading for me, as eager as I am to be joined.
“Zayka,” I breathe. “Ya tyebya lyublyu.”I love you.
It’s easier to say when she can’t understand. Then there’s a torrent of words in Russian. Words I’ve never uttered to anyone, of love and endearment. Romantic phrases tumble from me as I force her, slowly, surely, into place with my hips. She writhes, trying to get me to where she’s needy and bring us together faster. But I’m resolute. I’m in control here.
Of her, even if not of myself.
I relish the feel of her wet folds on my cock, absolutely soaked for me.
“I’ll only spill your virgin blood once. There’s no hurry.”
But there is, of course there is. Both of our heart rates are elevated by the chase and the importance of this moment. I notch us together, and she feels too small. Too tight, as I push into that little secret place.
“You’re too big,” she pants as she stretches her neck, head in the cushionof leaves.
“You’re just right for me to stretch out,” I whisper. She already feels like stolen heaven. I can’t even kiss her because I want to see her face as I steal her innocence. “Bleed for me.”
“Anything,” she promises, and shifts her legs to trail her toes up and down the back of my thigh, causing sparks of awareness.
“Brave girl.” I pull out and thrust into her further, and she moans. The word is lost in the sensuality of her movement and cry. I think it’s no. But it’s the best sort of no.
“Take it all.” I grasp her hip and sink deeper. She sobs and cries out.
