Page 29 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
A glance over her shoulder to check where I am, and I take the invitation. I put on a spurt of speed, and grab her forearm, jerking her to a stop.
Instinctively, she tugs to escape, and I grip her tighter, my thumb making a dent in her arm. She’ll have bruises from this, and I smile at the thought of her being marked as mine.
She trembles as I jerk her closer to me.
“Ready for me to take my first prize?” I croon.
She just licks her lips and looks up at me, chest heaving from her run.
Such pretty tits. I’ll enjoy using those, too. I release her arm to comb the fingers of both my hands into her hair, clenching the silken strands in my fists. Tilting up her face, I regard her with undisguised possessiveness.
“Say my name.”
Surprise flashes in her eyes.
“Rotherhithe,” she breathes.
“Nyet.” Frustration simmers below my surface. “That’s my London territory.”
A single, confused blink. “Voronov.”
I tighten my hold on her hair. “That’s my family name. Say the name you’ll scream as you come for me.”
Her mouth falls open and her little pink wet tongue licks her lips, making them shine enticingly. “Dimitri.”
“Good.” I tug her head back and she whimpers. “Again.”
It’s unhinged how much I like to hear my name in her breathless, sultry voice.
“Dimitri.”
“Again.”
“Dimitri. Dimitri.” She repeats it like a prayer, closing her eyes and tipping her head to and fro, her hair going taut on one side then the other.
She likes that sting, I realise. And I love this. My captured girl, enjoying being in my power.
She trails off, and we stand in silence, the birds singing and the breeze rustling around us.
“Don’t forget it.” We’re barely touching, close but our only contact is my hands in her hair. But this is enough for one item. To give her more of what she needs, I’ll catch her again.
My knuckles crack, such is the effort to release my grip on her. “I want my name tattooed into you. I want it on your lips as you climax, I want it to be the pattern you breathe to. I want every cell in your body to recognise my name, to know who owns you.”
I step backwards, and she looks up at me, confused. Then understanding creeps in, and her eyes brighten in the soft yellow light as the sun inches over the horizon between the trees.
“Now, you have another chance to get away, Jenna.”
She steps backwards, slightly shaky. “Should I run?”
I nod. “Don’t think I’ll be so reasonable in my demands if I catch you again.”
Before she turns and runs, I see anticipation shining on her face.
This time, I don’t wait so long before going after her.
She wants it.
I wanther.
