Page 16 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
He’s hard. Everywhere. His body is utterly solid. I can feel the planes of his muscles, like he’s a warm, living marble statue.
“If you wanted to be carried, you should have just said so.” He carries me out of the lounge and those green eyes are steady on my face the whole time, mesmerising as being lost in a forest.
Did I want that?
His body against mine again?
“No.”
Wow. Very convincing. Finn clearly thinks so too, as he tilts his head to the side and nods sarcastically.
The enclosed stairway puts his face into shadow, and there’s a slide of his muscles against my curves as he mounts the stairs.
“Or would you prefer to be spanked?”
I’m speechless.
“I…”
The hand on my legs thumps onto my thigh before I can complete that thought and I squawk.
That… wasn’t bad? It kinda tingles pleasantly.
“Behave, or there will be more like that,” he warns, and a tremor goes down my spine. Not exactly a bad feeling, either.
He takes me to the bedroom with a double bed and places me down on it, sliding me down his body until my toes touch the floor.
He steps backwards, and shrugs off his suit jacket. For a moment, I don’t understand. Then he flicks open the second button of his green shirt.
We’re in abedroom.
Blood rushes in my ears as button by button he reveals first the rest of his chunky, masculine silver necklaces and that dip between his collarbones that makes my mouth water, then a smattering of dark hair, and sculpted muscles that are decorated with black ink in geometric lines. Celtic knots?
He’s utterly calm as he pinches his cuffs and shrugs out of the shirt. But me? I’m blushing, and unable to look away.
Because my god, he’s the most beautiful thing—human, natural, or object—I’ve ever seen in my life. He has that V at his hips, a six pack that invites my touch, and a trail of dark hair that leads down further.
I let out a squeak as his hands go to his black leather belt with a shiny metal buckle.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t you know?” he says darkly.
I gulp. I do. And I wish I could say it was the honey with the waffles that made my mouth dry.
Punishing me.
He’s so tall, I have to crane my neck to look up at him from where I’m sitting. He has kissable lips. The sort of plush but understated lips that are the envy of any girl who has examined herself critically in the mirror. Though the short black beard that covers his hard jaw, and a nose that has been broken once or twice dispels any hint of softness.
The scars.
I want to ask what he intends, but my brain is unable to think over the clamour of my heartbeat. And also—it’s obvious. He told me he’d have compensation from me of a non-monetary kind, and this is it.
I’m at his mercy. I can’t stop this big, powerful man from using me however he likes.
And far from panic racing through my veins, it’s excitement. I’d never be able to say this aloud, but I want Finn totake. There’s a peace settling over me that’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Stand up,” he rumbles, and it’s the sound of a boulder rolling downhill and about to squash you. He has his trousers half open, and there’s a prominent bulge.
