Page 27 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
I’m never letting her go.
10
MILLIE
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, over and over, as he washes me in the shower that absolutely doesn’t have room for two. It’s one of those square cubicles and doesn’t even have room for one of Finn. But he manoeuvred us in together like a stunt driver handbrake parallel parking into a space with an inch at each end, and manages to keep the shower head on me—at the perfect temperature—the whole time.
Being squashed in somehow emphasises how big he is, and it makes me feel tiny, and sheltered. And near him.
I’ve never felt this close to anyone.
I guess I’ve never been with another person in this way. In bed. In the bathroom. Taking a shower together feels just as exposing as spreading my legs and having him lick me until I totally lost control of my body. It seems I gave it all up tohim. And when he gets a glint in his green eyes as he rubs a soapy palm over my breast, I can’t think of any reason not to continue to let him have anything he wants.
Not because I kidnapped him, and then he kidnapped me, or whatever convoluted thing is going on here, but because being with him feels so perfect. Better than I’ve felt for…ever.
I’m not in cuffs, but there’s no way I can run. I’m weak.
He takes my hand and lifts my arm, and we’re palm to palm. My heartbeat kicks up again at the size difference between us. Then he curls his fingers over the tips of mine and his blunt square nails reach almost to my second knuckle.
It’s too much.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
I’ve had to be in control and manage everything for so long, and now Finn has taken command entirely. Even to the extent of washing me.
Emotions I’ve tried to keep down bubble up. Things like, I’m so tired. This is the first time I’ve felt cared for since… I can’t remember. I wish someone looked after me like this forever. Finn. I long for Finn to really care for me.
I want to be special to him, for real.
But I kidnapped the playboy kingpin. A billionaire almost twice my age, who could have anyone he wanted. I’m a novelty right now, but it’ll wear off, just as the amusement of having children wore off for my parents.
11
FINN
I wrap her in a fluffy towel, and I’m a terrible person, because I can’t keep away, so I use the two ends to trap her, draw her towards me and kiss her mouth. A tender kiss that doesn’t reveal how I crave her again, but more this time. I need her complete surrender.
Back in the bedroom, we both dress silently, and it’s only when we’re both fully clothed—she’s in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a T-shirt that I instantly want to remove—that I approach her with the cuffs. She sighs and offers me her hands.
A sense of peace descends on me as I secure them to her wrists. She can’t escape me.
“What do we do now?” she asks as she tests the cuffs.
“This is your party,” I point out. “You brought me here.”
She huffs. “You aren’t the guest I was expecting.”
“Less related and less addicted,” I agree. “Isn’t that a good thing? What were you going to do with Noah?”
“I had a load of therapy things for addicts planned. Walks, food, reflective questions, and exercises. That sort of stuff.”
She looks sad, and that sounds like a lot of work that she put into this. My sweet pet. She didn’t know I had it all in hand for her. The update on Noah I got this morning is that he’s beingopen to the first stages of the process. Admittedly, he has the threat that I’ll kill him if he doesn’t get his act together. And he’s unaware it’s an empty threat, because he isn’t aware that I’m in love with his sister, and would rather gnaw off my own arm than upset her.
“Will you show me?” I say gently.
She sighs, and gestures with her chin to her bag. “It’s all in a folder.”
“Go on then.” I’m not going through her stuff again. That way lies madness.
