Page 19 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Don’t I?” He puts his phone aside. “Nice house. Beach location. Good company.”
“We’re strangers!” But already he doesn’t feel like a stranger. There’s a tug at my heart. I admire this man, despite everything.
“Are we?” he asks softly, narrowing his eyes.
“Aren’t we?” Because that’s the other thing. The way he feels familiar and like I’ve seen his face constantly since bumping into him at Noah’s work. I’ve told myself over and over I’m deluded. Finn isn’t everywhere, even in his territory of Kilburn. He’s not in the hospital, on the street as I walk to work, or in the queue at the coffee shop.
He’s not. That’s absurd.
“We’ve met before,” he points out calmly. “Last week.”
“Yes, but…” I can’t say what I mean here.Yes, but my tummy goes all squiggly near you, and I have daydreams about you.
He stares at me, head tilted arrogantly up, as though daring me to admit that I’ve seen him since then.
“I can get you home,” I finish instead.
“I’m not interested in going home. I wantcompensation. And I’ve decided it will be a week here, with you.”
I press my lips together.
Finn stands and paces towards me. I resist the urge to shrink back, but fear judders down my arms and legs. That intense expression in his green eyes indicates the mafia boss is going to exact revenge for my mishap.
He’s going totake everything.
He might… My mind won’t even think of the word.
And yet, heat twists low in my stomach.
“I want something money can’t buy,” he says, his voice like black silk.
My clit throbs.
He drops one knee between my feet, then leans down over me. I shrink back, lying down. Finn follows, and his breath is warm on my lips, sending a shiver of heated fear and arousal down my spine.
This is crazy. I’m scared, and tied up, and yet…
“Will you let me go if I do what you ask?” I look between his eyes and his mouth, the excitement stealing all the oxygen in the room.
This isn’t the way I thought I’d lose my V-card.
But, honestly, I just haven’t imagined losing it. I’ve never met anyone who made me feel like I wanted to touch them, or to have them touch me.
Until Finn.
There’s a pause, and it’s probably my imagination, but is his sigh a bit disappointed, his expression weary?
“One week,” he says gruffly. “Then we’ll return to London. I’ll drop you home myself.”
He reaches down and snags my pyjama top. I don’t breathe as he pulls it oh-so-slowly up. “Seven days, Millie. Until we go back to Kilburn, you’re my captive.”
As he stares hungrily at my bared breasts, my nipples pucker. The kingpin who made me feel special with a glance makes my skin flush hot.
He’s a playboy. That’s why he’s so good at this. He’ll leave me as soon as he’s had his fun.
And yet, even knowing all that, I can’t help but want him.
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