Page 42 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
He caught me, and says that he loves me. But far more than that, he hasshownme that he cares.
“I’ll always see you,” I murmur.
“Millie,” he groans, then leans down and kisses me. He wraps his arms around me and carries me into the cottage, kicking the door closed behind us. His mouth doesn’t leave mine as he charges up the steep stairs like they’re nothing.
He tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce on the mattress with an “Oof!” and the ruthless energy of it is intoxicating.
“Take your clothes off. Now,” he demands, ripping his T-shirt over his head.
I’m momentarily stunned—maybe I always will be—by the beauty of his naked chest. Then he’s shoving down his jeans, revealing his cock, and even though he’s huge, I want him. He’s throbbing, erect, and gorgeous enough to make me beg.
“Pet.” His warning snaps me out of my inaction, and I wriggle out of my sundress as he gazes at me, lazily stroking his cock as I peel off my knickers and bra. He steps closer, looking down at me and I’m deliciously exposed.
I see the moment he notices the cuffs on the bedside cabinet, still where he left them. His gaze flicks back to my wrists.
“Forgive me, my love,” he says and reaches for them. “But you doubt that I want you, worrying about my past? I’m going to show you that I’m not letting go of you.”
He snatches my wrist before I can even reply, and deliberately lifts it over my head.
“Ever.” He loops the cuff around the slats of the headboard.
My breath catches. This is new.
“Pink fluffy handcuffs,” Finn muses as he clicks the second handcuff shut. “Did you think when you bought them about me putting them on you?”
Yes. And I tried not to, because I was ashamed.“No?”
Finn narrows his eyes. “Do you like to say no when you mean yes, pet?”
Why do I feel guilty about this? The voices in my head that say I should be good and restrained and not be so selfish as to have pleasure for its own sake, or anything just for me, are still there. And the idea of getting pregnant, after only knowing this man for a matter of days?
I can almost hear my mother clicking her tongue and muttering.
“No?”
He laughs softly. “Choose a safe word.”
“What?”
“A word that I know means stop, and I’ll stop and take care of you. But otherwise, I won’t. I’ll do exactly what I want to you, use your cute little body in filthy and degrading ways, fuck every hole until you can’t move without memory of me echoing through you.”
Heat floods me. Between my legs tingles with pure need, and I have vague pictures in my mind of Finn gleefully fucking me as I scream my heart out, free to beg and sob and shout that I don’t want this overwhelming pleasure that forces me to do nothing but accept the orgasms.
I… I can’t want that, can I?
“And you know what else, pet?”
I shake my head, because I don’t know. I will listen to anything Finn tells me though.
His voice dips and he brings his mouth to my ear. “I won’t use protection like a kind and tame psychopath would.”
My pussy clenches.
“Nothing but your safe word will stop me. I’d take you raw. I’d push my far-too-big cock into your tight virgin passage and fill you up. I’d make my come spill out of your gorgeous little cunt, then force in more. I’d push it back in, and make you hold it. I’d force you to go outside with my seed dribbling down your legs like the little slut you are.”
I’m panting, sensation flaring over my skin and down my spine.
“I’ll fuck a baby into you. I’ll be insatiable, Millie. I’ll part your thighs whenever I want and shove into you, grab your breasts and hold you down as I defile you in ways you haven’t even begun to imagine. And you will take it all.”
