Page 25 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
I reveal how I hacked her phone to find out her social media accounts, and followed her there, delighted to find she loves the same things as I do. A darker, playful, savage side to life and love. A primal need to struggle and conquer, or be overcome and submit. Two sides to the same twisted coin.I explain how I set up notifications for her social media posts, and about the time I walked out of a London Mafia Syndicate meeting because I wasn’t going to delay reading her post for even five minutes.
She listens mostly in silence, and dips her head to hide her smile, not disconcerted as most people would be. The depth of my obsession doesn’t scare Jenna.
Brave girl.
It’s hours later that the tiredness catches her up she sinks in her chair, as though I’m telling her a bedtime story instead of about my fixation on her.
I stand and hold my hand out for her. She takes it, cautiously, and we walk back into the house and up to my bedroom. At thedoor, I carefully kiss her lips, chaste and sweet as she blinks up at me. Then I step away from temptation.
“Goodnight.”
“That’s it?” Her brows pinch with what the sadistic bastard part of me likes to think is disappointment.
“What did you expect after your first date, zayka?”
“I…” She swallows. “I thought…”
The tension between us stretches. I close the gap and lean down, careful to prevent our bodies from touching. If I allow myself more, I’ll never be able to stop.
“I’d like to fuck you right here in the corridor,” I murmur. “I’d happily take your little virgin pussy up against the wall, or in that big bed you’ll sleep in tonight.” I whisper the filthy words into her ear. “I’d delight in making all your dreams come true. However taboo, however dirty, whatever you need. I’d love to hold you down and defile you. Make you take my cock in every wicked position you can think of, and some you can’t begin to imagine.”
She trembles.
“But not while you have a gap in your memory that makes you doubt me.” I haven’t forgotten that she’s young and vulnerable.
“But—”
“And not on afirst date.”
Easing back, I take her hand and gently kiss her knuckles.
“Sleep well.”
. . .
3 days ago
It’s dark. So very, very dark. The sort of dark that chokes you. That eats all the light, and swallows you whole.
—CATCHMEKISSME
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JENNA
The image isn’t crisp, but it is clear. And so are the feelings. My throat has closed with fear, I’m alone. There’s a flicker of images.
A bathroom door. A blond man with a knife.
My heart races and I try to scream. I try to yellno, that I don’t want this. I plead.
“It’s okay.” Strong arms pull me to a warm chest.
I’m choking, sobbing, and tangled in the sheets, held firmly but gently. Other memories appear, in a wash. My head going light and heavy at the same time. Relief as powerful arms gather me up, limp as a ragdoll, and a deep voice murmurs that I’m safe. Soft words as I’m carried away from danger.
Someone saved me. Cared for me.
The kingpin of Rotherhithe. He saved me from my date gone horribly wrong.
