Page 17 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
A really big one. Intimidating. Terrifying.
I’m shaking. Fear? Excitement? I can’t tell.
“Turn around.”
But without my volition, I slowly spin until I’m facing the headboard of the bed and staring out of the little four paned window that looks out to the sea.
I think he’s going to… Well. I can’t do anything to stop him, can I?
Do I even want to?
I hide that thought in the back of my mind.
There’s a click. My arm shifts.
For a second I don’t know what it means.
Then my other wrist is released.
My head jerks to look over my shoulder—and up—into my captor’s face. My face heats with two realisations at the same time, and my cheeks heat.
He will have seen my plain cotton underwear when he looked in the bags. Sensible knickers. Maybe that’s why he didn’t do what his eyes promised.
And I’m disappointed. I’m absolutely gutted.
I waslooking forwardto that.
“I’ll escape, you know.” I try to cover how my bravado has sunk without trace. “I’ll run.”
“I hope you will.Afterwe’ve had a rest. It’s been a long night, pet,” he replies with exaggerated patience. “What’s happening now is you and I are getting some shut-eye. I was undressing to go to bed. You don’t expect me to sleep in these clothes after a night in the car in them, do you?”
“I thought you were going to…” I close my eyes in absolute humiliation and bow my head.
He grabs my neck, and my eyes fly open as he uses his thumb to force my chin back up and turn me around towards him.
“Not until you beg for it.”
Adrenaline pulses through me anew, bright and sparkling.
“I want you to plead with me to fuck your mouth. I want your little pink cunt getting all wet and juicy as I shove my cock down your throat,” he continues roughly.
It is. The space between my legs is heating as he says that.
“And you’re not going to run away, because I’ll cuff you again when you’ve finished changing into something to sleep in.”
He withdraws his hand with a caress of my skin, and I’m panting by the time his fingertips leave my chin. Jerking his head towards the door, I take the hint.
I’m in a daze when he sits on the bed, his back to me. There’s no chance of escape, and no way to call anyone, since Finn has my phone. So, I do the only logical thing. I put on the pyjamas from my bag and give my teeth a quick brush, and when I’m done, he’s waiting.
“Hands,” he states and it’s not a request.
I present them in front of me, and watch his muscles flex as he snaps the pink fluffy monstrosities onto me with practised ease.
“Do I need to tie your feet while we sleep, or are you going to be a good girl?”
Finn’s good girl? Tingles shimmer over my skin. “I’ll be good.”
“You will, yeah?” He shoots me a wry look, and points at the bed.
