Page 10 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
I wish she were mine.
She trembles.
I wait. Seconds, then longer.
Then I breathe a sigh and turn away. Even if I expected it, it hurts to remember who I am. She’s too good for a brutal and cynical old mobster like me. Too perfect for a man as scarred as I am.
“When the danger is over,” I say harshly, “I’ll let you go.” When I’ve neutralised Henry.
“I want…” The softness of her voice makes me pause. “Fix the ache, King.”
There’s twice as much blood in my veins suddenly. In my cock, pounding through my limbs. I turn back and meet her gaze.
If this is all I ever have, I’ll be grateful. Crumbs of Lia is more than I thought I’d get. “I’ll always fix anything you need.”
5
OLIVIA
“Lia,” he breathes like it’s a relief I’ve accepted his offer.
With infinite slowness he stretches his massive body over mine. But instead of pressing his weight into me as I expect and want, he holds himself aloof. He brackets me, one elbow on either side of my chest.
Our noses brush before he kisses me. A touch of softness at first, a gentle prelude. But there’s a burning ache I must have fulfilled. Not by a toy or my fingers, but by him.
The man who fuelled a thousand dirty thoughts since we met. I mewl into his mouth with frustration.
The bastard has the temerity to chuckle.
But what did I expect? In my dreams he teases me, orders me, fucks me exactly the way I need. In real life, King was always going to do only what he wanted.
I stretch up to try to get some contact between us, and on my throbbing pussy.
My erect nipples brush the coarse hair of his chest and send pleasure pulsing down my body as his lips take mine in a lazy kiss.
“I could slip into you, Olivia,” he kisses along my jaw and murmurs into my ear. It sends delicious shivers down my spine. “There’s nothing you could do to stop me.”
My cheeks flush with heat at how much I crave that. To be totally at his mercy, him taking everything.
“Don’t fall asleep, King. You know I’m going to kill you.” It’s embarrassingly slutty of me that being tied down with only my smart mouth as a defence makes me want to lure King into losing control. “It’ll be all the sooner if I have the excuse you forced me.”
Because, yes, I need this big dark creature to maul and overwhelm me. But I haven’t forgotten who he is. King. What he is. The mafia boss of Camden who got to his position at the top by being utterly ruthless. By killing.
“Oh no darling,” he purrs, “I won’t make you do this. You’ll have to beg for me to fuck you. You’ll have to speak your desires. If you want to play at being the helpless defiled innocent, or any other game we might both enjoy, you must confess it to me first. But…” He shifts down my body, leaving my breasts exposed to the cool air. “Since you asked prettily for this ache to be eased, I’ll do that for you.”
He drags his tongue over me like he’s tasting me. The open-mouthed kisses—are they even kisses when he’s practically devouring me?—are so carnal and hungry that I writhe under him.
“I’ve been waiting too long,” he murmurs onto my skin. “I never thought I’d have you.”
Does he want this? My fuzzy brain can’t comprehend that, or what it might mean.
He draws inexorably down, so slowly and leaving one hand at my breast, trailing kisses as he goes. I’m too wound up to care that he’s the last person I should trust and desire.
His stubble brushes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending a shiver through me. It’s not just the feel of him, it’s that it ishim.
King murmurs that I’m lovely, delicious, his good girl, as explores my body. I can hardly hear, but it’s like every one of my cells knows King’s voice and is primed to respond.
His breath over my core makes me moan. He rolls one nipple between his fingers and licks my pussy.
