Page 14 of Taken By the Kingpin
Brat.
She’s left me with a hard-on and a heart so full of her it might burst at any moment.
And tomorrow? My heart will definitely explode into tiny broken shards. Because much as she’s comfortable, soft and sleepy in my arms now, she wants her freedom. For that, she needs to be far from London. And from me.
I have to let her go.
6
JEANETTE
I wake up alone in an unfamiliar blue room full of books, with the feeling something momentous has changed. Possibly, me. I think Sebastian changed me at a cellular level when he made me come yesterday. My body feels like there’s liquid glitter swooshing through, pumped by my heart.
I didn’t know it could be like that.
Really, legitimately, I should be afraid. Instead I feel like I’m in Beauty and the Beast. This is a bedroom made for me, and this whole place is enchanted. When I find an open suitcase full of clothes in my size, the feeling only heightens.
Swiftly followed with irritation.
There’s no magic here. Just Sebastian Laurent.
The bastard planned this? He happens to have clothing exactly to my tastes, that fit perfectly?
All these clothes are perfect colours, flattering styles. More luxurious than I could afford for myself, but how did he know from one blurry photo that I like blue dresses? He needs to explain what’s going on, stat. Yes, I liked the orgasm, yes, I slept well in his arms. But none of that means anything when it seems he schemed to capture me.
I drag on the first clothes I find in the case: white underwear, a pair of jeans, and a pretty cotton top.
It takes me finding four bedrooms, an office, a movie room, a snug, two lounges, and a library until I eventually discover Sebastian in a gym with a swimming pool. He’s on the treadmill, sweat gleaming on his tanned skin, earbuds in, and top off.
I stare. And stare.
His body is… And it makes mine…
I know that some men look fit, in an abstract way. I’ve seen films, and peeked at the internet once or twice. But I had no idea seeing a man in real life would be like an earthquake in my nether regions. I saw him last night, but not like this. A brief snapshot of his chest before it was covered is not the same thing as his back on display, all rippling muscles and shoulders I want to cling to as he… My imagination can’t supply the details, and my experience definitely is insufficient.
What would it be like to touch his back? Yes, he’s sweaty, but—and I know this sounds deranged—I want to lick him. I’ve gone gooey inside just from looking at him, what if he took that powerful body and held it above me, trapped me under him…
“Jeanette?”
My chin snaps up. He’s looking over his shoulder at me, amusement curling his lips. Slowing the treadmill, he grabs a towel to mop up—I have to swallow the urge to ask if he needs help with that—and then tugs a T-shirt on before coming to stand before me.
“You okay?”
I’m certain there was a reason I came to find him. I’m pretty sure before I melted, I was pissed off at him.
Likereallyannoyed.
“Glad the clothes fit,” he comments when more seconds pass and my brain is still stuck on how physically beautiful he is.
Yes! That was it! The pique flows back.
“You had clothes ready. You planned this. What the fuck, Sebastian? Why did you plan to kidnap me?”
“I didn’t intend to kidnap you.” And he’s such a damn good liar, he sounds sincere.
“Truth, Mr Laurent. Or do your bargains mean nothing to you? In which case…” I turn to find an exit. Or at least a window I can… not be able to throw myself out of.
“No.” He grabs my wrist and this time I instinctively twist and stomp down on his foot as I aim the heel of my hand at his nose. He catches my arm millimetres from impact and I grunt with rage as I try to knee him in the balls, but he dodges.
