Page 22 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Nothing.” She raises her trapped hands to cover her face. “I haven’t done anything, alright?”
I take this opportunity to grin from ear to ear. We get to discover all her pleasures together.
“Look at me.”
This time she obeys immediately, slowly lowering her arms and revealing a scared and embarrassed little face.
“This is going to be new for me too, pet.”
Her eyebrows pinch. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, this is new to me too. I’ve never…” I hesitate. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I could say it now. I’ve never responded like this. I’ve never loved a woman before. I’ve never been this obsessed. I’ve never had sex without a condom, but when we get that far, there’s no way I’m gloving up. I’m going in raw, and breeding her.
Not yet. I want her to beg me for my cock. But I do have to taste her, and that can’t wait. Even if the ache in my balls demands I take advantage of her.
“I’ve never been abducted.” She winces, but I continue. “Held a girl prisoner, taught anyone about sex, or been with a woman this much younger than me.”
That’s less scary for both of us.
“Oh.” Is that relief on her face? Was she worried that I might have done this with someone else?
“My special kidnapper,” I reassure her. “Spread your legs for me.”
Her knees twitch, as though her body wants to do as I say, but her mind is resisting. I place my hands over her inner thighs.
“Show me my compensation,” I murmur as I apply the slightest pressure. It’s enough. She slides outwards with my palms, and I hold her gaze.
“Brave little pet, that’s it.” And she likes that. It’s obvious in the way her eyes light up. I wonder if she enjoys being praised?
When she gets to the point that her slit begins to open, I nod. “Good girl.”
And yes, those are the right words, because she whimpers.
“Such a good girl for me,” I rasp.
“I…” Her cheeks tinge pink. There’s moisture leaking from her outer pussy lips and my mouth waters in response.
“Go on.” I dig my fingertips into her plump flesh. “Show your captor, your new owner, how wet you are from imagining all the depraved things he’s going to do to you, pet.”
She lets out a little mewl and edges her thighs further.
I groan as her sex is revealed in all its pink, glistening beauty.
“More. I want it all,” I say, because I’m a greedy bastard. And this time I do push on her legs forcing them, so she’s fully exposed to me. “Feck, so pretty. So, so pretty.”
She’s soaking wet, her arousal clear and revealing her like rose petals. Her clit is a sweet little bud just begging for my tongue. My cock is jammed against my flies and aching for me to release it and take up the implicit invitation of her dripping pussy.
But first, there’s a more important thing to do. I look back up, into her eyes.
“As part of your punishment for kidnapping me, I’m going to make you scream.”
8
MILLIE
My captor. My owner. Hispet.
I’ve done everything for myself—and Noah—for so long, the idea of being Finn’s pet is humiliatingly appealing. Even with the scratch of knowledge in me that for all his heated words, I’m the latest in an endless line of women for the playboy kingpin.
