Page 21 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Now,” I say against her lips. “Should I check, little liar?”
I slide my hand down her body and beneath her waistband again, and this time, when she squeaks with fear, I don’t stop. No hesitation. She doesn’t move away, only towards, arching up to me. And when my fingertips reach her seam, it’s warm and slick. Pouring from her.
Mine-mine-mine-mine.
I knew it. The chant repeats in my head. She’smine.
“You’re soaking, pet,” I say as I withdraw my hand.
“I’m not!” It’s as guilty a denial as a kid with chocolate around their face, and I suppress a laugh, as I rear up.
“That wet little cunt of yours says differently.”
She’s laid on the bed legs apart, looking up at me with embarrassment, and worry, and trust. Her cuffed hands are clasped together at her waist, knuckles white. Something about her pyjamas and that pose, and her little fingers makes me hesitate. She’s so young.
“I’m a filthy bastard almost twice your age, who wants to defile you,” I confess. “Stop me. Now. Before I can’t stop myself. Roll away. Kick me.” The words are gravel in my throat.
She doesn’t move, only swallowing. Her cheeks are flushed.
“You should stop me, right now.” My heart is a lead weight, swinging in my chest.
“No,” she whispers, and that’s enough.
“Lift your hips,” I demand fiercely, reaching for her.
She obeys, and I drag the pyjama bottoms from her, revealing plain white cotton knickers, then the smooth skin of her long legs. Including freckles. They’re perfect seasoning over her mouthwatering curves.
I lose my voice. I lose my mind. I can only look at her as I toss away the pyjamas, unthinking, as though I have never seen a woman’s legs before. But there’s something about the triangle of fabric over her hips that fills me with a hunger more savage than I know what to do with.
My hands are at the waistband of those innocent knickers before I can think better of it, and I don’t even have to ask her this time. She arches up, allowing me to draw them down.
Then she’s bare and although it’s not much that’s revealed with the way her knees are modestly together, her squirming beneath my gaze makes my cock jerk in response. The sheer sexiness of this girl might kill me if I don’t get my mouth on her and my cock in her immediately.
“Open your legs,” I order, my voice even more smoky and dark than usual.
She pants.
“Now,” I bite out when she doesn’t obey.
“I’m…”
I raise one eyebrow and wait.
She swallows. “I’m…”
There are a number of intriguing ways she could finish that sentence, and I’m curious.
“I’ve never…”
“What have you never done, pet?” I ask, not daring to hope.
She scrunches her eyes closed then says in a rush, “I’m a virgin.”
Jesus Mary and Joseph.
I didn’t think I could be any harder, but sure. That’ll do it. She’s going to be mine to claim in every way. I get to teach herabout sex, and ensure that her first is as special and loving as she deserves, and savour each new experience, step by step.
“What about other things?”
