Page 43 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
My hips move of their own accord, my clit throbbing. My nipples are aching.
I’m shaking with the need for what Finn describes. And when he calls me a slut? It sounds like acompliment. It sounds like he’ll celebrate every selfish thing I do and all the ways I let him have control so I don’t have to do anything.
The thought is a helium balloon inside my mind.
I need him.
But I can’t say yes. Years and years of being a good girl who looked after everyone has taken its toll.
I like being Finn’s prisoner. Madness, but true. I trust him and it’s such a relief for him to be in charge.
“And the only thing between you and me and my insatiable lust is one little word, pet. And it’s not no. I won’t take no for an answer, because you saw me outside your brother’s work and kidnapped me anyway.”
“I didn’t?—”
“You did,” he insists roughly. “You knew it was me. In here.” He slams his palm between my breasts. “You knew it was me, and you wanted this, so you captured me. You needed this as much as I did.”
Is that true?
Ididhave a flash of knowledge that it wasn’t Noah there. And I didn’t check.
I chose not to look into his face and ensure it was Noah I pushed into my car.
“So unless you tell me in a word that we’ve agreed means no more, I’m not going to stop until you’re wrung out with pleasure and have a baby in your belly.”
“No.” It tears from my throat.
He growls.
I like saying that far too much. It’s the perfect abdication of responsibility.
“Choose one. Now.”
My mind goes blank. This is that BDSM thing, isn’t it? I’ve always been the good girl, the responsible one. Never Googled all those spicy terms. Never allowed myself to wonder when people turned up at the hospital with red cheeks and unusual injuries in intimate places.
“Millie.” He sounds furious, and that only makes me hotter.
“Ocean.” I don’t know where that word emerges from. But it’s right. The ocean is big—too big. It’s what you drown in.
“Ocean,” he repeats. “Good girl. Well done.”
I glow from his praise.
“Are you ready to have me pound into your tight pussy?”
“No.” And the shake of fear isn’t pretend. He is enormous. I’ll never be fully ready.
He abruptly cups between my legs. “This says otherwise, pet.”
“No.” It’s not my fault. I’m not responsible for anything that happens, I can just accept everything that Finn gives me. I have wings. I’m flying. I have gills. I can breathe underwater.
“You’re soaking wet,” he rasps.
“Please.” Am I begging for him to stop? Or carry on?
“I know, I know.” He notches the thick head of his cock at my entrance. “Feck, you’re so slippery. Feel how hard you make me, pet?”
He pushes into me, and I make a high-pitched cry as the intrusion pinches. “I can’t, I can’t,” I babble. “It’s too big.”
