Page 21 of Savage Prince

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, and the tone is so soft I barely recognize it as the mobster who just kidnapped me.

Our eyes meet and hold for a never-ending minute. Those pits of smoldering darkness burn with some unreadable emotion as he regards me. His chest doesn’t move beneath me, and I’m fairly certain he’s stopped breathing. Interesting…

Then his hand moves up my spine, and now I’m the one whose lungs refuse to function. It isn’t until I hear the familiar whizz of the zipper climbing up my back that I draw in a ragged breath.

Before I can think on the inappropriate reaction further, the inside of my thigh grazes something hard. Not his cock which is wedged against my pussy and also thickening. No, this is another type of hardness I quickly recognize.

His gun.

And it’s wedged between my leg and his pocket.

With the damned handcuffs, I can’t move as fast as I’d like and somehow, he reads my mind. I get one hand in his pocket, but he lunges for the second one, hanging from the silver chains.

“Don’t you dare,” he hisses. His gaze scans the oval windows on either side of the unusually bright room. “If you hit the glass, do you have any idea what would happen?”

“A violent rush of wind would engulf the cabin resulting in a sharp pressure drop and loss of oxygen. Depending on the sturdiness of your jet, it could strain the fuselage, and we could potentially plummet to our deaths.”

He watches me with eyes wide as I spit out the words of the scenario my father had forced me to play out countless times as a child. I know very well the consequences of shooting a gun midair. “Very good,” he murmurs. “Then I suggest you take your hand off my gun.” My hold only tightens around the handle.

“And I suggest you remove these damned handcuffs.” His grip around my wrist constricts until its punishing.

“That’s not happening,tesoro.”

“Why not?”

“Because even handcuffed and with a sprained ankle you cannot be trusted.” His piercing gaze dips to my hand stuffed into his pocket.

“What do you expect me to do? Just sit here like an obedient little captive?”

“Yes!”

“Is that what you would do?”

He grits his teeth, jaw grinding.

“I didn’t think so.” I shift my weight across his hips with a sigh, and my clit accidentally rubs against the hard ridge of his cock. Even through his slacks, it sends a jolt of awareness all the way up my spine.

He must notice my reaction because a wicked grin melts across his stupidly attractive face.

“What are you smirking about? You’re the one whose dick is hard when I’m moments away from shooting that smile right off.”

“I think you’re smarter than that.”

“Shows how little you know me.” I flash him a sneer.

The jet lurches, and my stomach climbs up my throat as we begin the descent.

“You know what that means,tesoro. It’s time to return to our seats and buckle our safety belts.”

“Thank you, Captain Ferrara. If I’m a good little girl, will you give me my own pilot wings pin?”

He squirms beneath me, grimacing, rubbing his hard-ass cock against my center. “At this point, I’ll give you anything you want if you just get off me.”

“Handcuffs off?” I bat my lashes and shoot him my most angelic smile.

“Fine,” he grits out. “But you understand that if you try to escape, I will go after your precious little cousin instead?”

“Stay the fuck away from Isabella,” I snarl.

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