Page 16 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
Total understatement. I glance down, unable to hold his knowing gaze. Because it wasn’t just a kiss, was it? I went well beyond what we agreed. I basically took advantage of him.
Used him.
Umph…
And that’s when I notice.
There’s a damp patch on his black trouser leg. My face heats. I’m… Oh god, I’m so embarrassed. This is humiliating. It’s one thing to get carried away, but it’s quite another to see the evidence of my all-out horny desperate, virgin girl behaviour wiped all over him. I was so wet, it seeped right through my cotton knickers.
He narrows his eyes, then follows my gaze.
“I’m really sorry,” I stammer. “I’ll…”
But neither of us ever find out what I’d do to rectify the situation, because he encircles my throat with his hand and his thumb comes up, stroking over my lips. “You don’t have to worry, zayka. I’m proud to wear your mark.”
A sound like a strangled giraffe emerges from my mouth.
“Now.” He releases me. “What about breakfast?”
“Umph.” So eloquent.
“Shower first. Go on. I’ll be waiting.” He opens the bedroom door and whistles. Karik appears, tail wagging.
I’m trying to stammer something about insisting that he take me home, but he glares at me until I retreat, my brain as putty-like as my legs.
Tingling and confused, I close the door behind me.
Doesn’t he want relief? Did he enjoy what we did? He sounded like he did, was saying encouraging things. But now I’m all alone again, with a massive gap in my memory. I think of the man on the other side. I have jagged jigsaw pieces that make no sense.
He was stalking me. He encouraged me and called me his good girl. Something happened last night but I don’t know what.
How can I even be sure that the Rotherhithe mafia boss is the hero in this story? He’s hot, yeah, but he would hardly be the first delicious and convincing villain.
That’s a question for future me. He said he’d tell me the truth, and I intend to follow through on that offer with a billion questions. For now, I think I agree with his suggestion of a shower. Maybe that will wash away whatever lunacy has taken me over.
I had an orgasm onhis thigh.
And I want to do it again.
But on his cock.
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DIMITRI
When I hear the shower turn on, I smile wryly. If I’d known what a delightfully horny and obedient little captive she’d be, I’d have kidnapped Jenna months ago. Perhaps picked her up along with Karik.
Karik collapses at her door with a world-weary sigh. He knows that is my bedroom, and presumably thinks it’s highly unfair that he can’t go and snuggle on my bed with his new person.
I too would happily join her. But this isn’t a normal situation where a man abducts the woman he’s in love with and gives her orgasms until she agrees to stay voluntarily from sheer sexual exhaustion and complete satisfaction.
Nope.
I have two problems right now, in addition to the usual mafia chaos of Rotherhithe.
Problem one: find and kill that svolach who tried to hurt Jenna. Two: care for Jenna without scaring or claiming a girl with amnesia.
But damn, she makes it impossible to be a man as good as she deserves. She kissed me. Jenna made herselfcomefor me. I felther quake in my arms, and I’m supposed to act like that didn’t shake my soul?
