Page 9 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
“Cute trick. Enough to make a man doubt his sanity.”
“Not someone as arrogant as you, obviously.”
“Pride, Olivia. Not arrogance.”
She’s spread on my bed, exposed. These restraints are intended for a quite different purpose than keeping a woman prisoner, and the flush of her face reveals she knows that too.
The water on her skin has dried, but I can’t help but glance between her legs. Her pussy lips glisten with arousal.
“You knew I’d catch you.”
She knew the door was locked with my fingerprint, she saw me open it. Her mouth sets in a mulish line. Stubborn.
“If you wanted to escape, you’d have tried the skylight.”
“Are you just going to leave me tied up? What’s your plan, King? Why am I even here? You’re not going to kill me.”
“I’m not going to kill you, no.” In fact, I’m going to protect her with my life.
“Let me go.”
I shake my head.
“I can help, you know. Ease that ache.” I allow her to see my gaze on where she’s wet and pink and needy. I should be telling her about Henry, and the threat to her life. Justifying my actions and helping her see I’m not the enemy. “Just say the word.”
Our gazes meet, and I know she’s remembering the same night I am.
Almost two years ago. I’d arrived in Camden only a month before, and was still trying to work out the machinations of mylate brother’s inner circle. Who was deranged, who was safe, who would kill me at the drop of a hat.
I’d been in the library late one night. Nobody in that house used the library. It was just for show. After all, who needs antiquated books when you have smartphones and Wi-Fi? Answer: me. And Olivia.
She crept in, covered by the darkness. I had been sprawled in a chair, glasses perched on my nose, working on my laptop trying to figure out the mess of finances my brother had left. It hadn’t been just Trudy’s life in danger from Henry Senior, it was the whole organisation.
Her eyes had gone wide and scared. I asked her about what book she’d been fetching—a botany text—and she’d ended up curled in a chair opposite, telling me about the plants she loved.
And I think that was when I fell in love with her. That sweet earnestness and curiosity. She was as interested in the natural world as a kitten. And she was guileless, innocent, naive. The look in her eyes said she barely understood her own feelings, never mind my overwhelming desire for her. It was hours before I sent her to bed and denied my need to pull her onto my lap.
The next day, Henry had arrived home.
A longstanding political match I hadn’t paid any attention to suddenly gained a painful resonance. She and Henry seemed to like each other well enough, and I swore not to get involved, however much I wanted Olivia for myself.
But I didn’t forget those hours in her company, and what I let myself imagine was interest in her eyes.
“I’m going to kill you,” she hisses.
I’m not imagining it now. Her gaze scorches me.
“Before you kill me.” I shrug. “I can make you feel good.”
“I can’t stop you.”
“No, you’re right. I could kiss your pussy and force you to come on my tongue.”
Pink flushes her neck and over her collarbones.
“But I won’t unless you ask, Lia.”
She blinks at the sound of my private pet name for her. Understandable. I’ve never used it. I’ve thought about calling her sweet endearments while I thrust into her, but no words have ever been said. She’s my secret indulgence, dreaming of her slight body willingly on top of me, taking her pleasure and giving herself to me. Too many times I’ve wrapped my fingers around my cock, closed my eyes, and pictured my Lia.
