Page 13 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Good?” I ask, and she presses her lips together, unsure.
Taking another chunk of waffle and berries, I deliberately dip it into the honey and butter.
“Open,” I snap when she doesn’t respond immediately.
And this time, she does as I say, and her eyelids flutter closed, covering those pale-blue eyes as she enjoys the treat. I don’t move my gaze from hers as I eat some myself—enjoying us sharing our food—and cut another piece of waffle ready for her.
She opens her mouth willingly for the next bite, and my cock responds with predictable enthusiasm at the sight of her pink, glistening tongue and soft lips.
I only get harder as she eats more, and it’s almost unbearably intimate. The way she’s helpless and accepting, I can’t help think about what else I could see if she’d like in her mouth while her hands are restrained. Unbidden, the image of standing, undoing my belt, releasing my cock, and gripping her hair to shove my length between those sweet lips of hers, has me leaking pre-come within seconds. The thought of the feel of the back of her throat, fucking her face as she moaned and her eyes watered, until I erupted, and she swallowed it all down like the good girl she is?
Oooof.
Nothing has ever been as perfect as treating her to breakfast, but maybe telling her to suck my cock, and having her greedily take it all, would be.
When I steal mouthfuls of waffle, she watches me with the same intensity as I view her. And yeah, it could be she’s trying to escape, but her blown pupils and the way her eyes linger on my open collar. And my hands. She looks again and again at my forearms and the tattoos on my right wrist that are exposed every time I reach out.
The waffles are excessively sweet, with a hint of salt from the butter and I can’t help but wonder if she’ll taste even better.
“What do you want as payment for your inconvenience?” she asks eventually, as we get to the bottom of the waffle stack.
I’d like you, body and soul. Optional decorative bow as you give yourself to me.
“Sure, look.” It’s a measure of how much she affects me that I use the Irish phrase that’s nothing more than a hesitation device. “I haven’t decided yet.”
Will a week be long enough for her to fall in love with me? Probably not, given she’s a pure little angel, and I’m a blood-stained kingpin who has been stalking her, and is fifteen years her senior.
I cut the last bit of waffle in two and scoop up the honey and butter pooled on the plate before bringing one piece slowly to my mouth, enjoying how her eyes track my movements.
“Second best way to eat honey,” I say with a smirk, hoping she’ll understand my implication. “I love sweet and salty.”
She blinks at me, not blushing or showing any sign of recognition, and I chuckle. My girl might be a nurse, but she’s innocent, it turns out. I’m curious about how inexperienced she is.
Unfortunately, all that attempted seductive-shit backfires, and the sugary liquid drips onto my chin.
Smooth, Finn. Real smooth.
I’ve lost all my seduction game, and I’d say it was years of women throwing themselves at me and disinterested celibacy, but it’s not. It’s Millie.
Using my thumb, I catch the droplet and suck the sweetness meaningfully from the pad.
Her breath hitches and I hide my satisfaction by sweeping up all the remaining honey onto the last bit of waffle. It’s soaked in it.
“Open your mouth, pet.”
“I’ve had enough,” she says with panic in her voice.
“I’ll say when you’ve had enough,” I rumble. One more mouthful won’t hurt her if she really is full, but I doubt that’s the issue.
“It’s too much.”
“I don’t think so.” The forkful of honey-covered waffle is beginning to drip and I hold it to her lips. Insistent.
She trembles as she opens her mouth this time, and her breath is uneven as I slide it in, the honey smearing over her lips. It’s as slow and sensual as how I’d fuck her for the first time, and a groan reverberates from my chest as she takes what I give her.
The smallest movement risks me coming in my pants like I’m seventeen, not thirty-seven.
Millie makes everything new.
