Page 22 of Taken By the Kingpin
Metaphorically. For the main part. I lunge into his lap and press my mouth inexpertly to his. But he’s not responding. He’s holding himself like a granite statue.
“I want you too,” I say between kisses, trying to get him to join in. I reach for the buttons of his shirt and he grasps my wrists and holds them away from him.
Does he not want me? Maybe he meant “more” as in,oh that was such a little aspiration to just have you, now I want that supermodel from last night. I thought he meant that he wanted memorenow, but perhaps I was wrong. Fear deflates me and I stop.
But then I recall the agony of discipline and desire in his eyes earlier. “I’m your captive, remember?” I twist my fingers to stroke his knuckles.
Sebastian releases my wrists, but instead of pulling me to him as I expect, he grabs my hair and tugs my head back, making me gasp. His grey eyes spear me.
“Don’t tease,” he grinds out. “I’ll only be pushed so far.”
“I’m not teasing. I want to be yours.” The snag of pain from my hair being pulled is slight but enough to sensitise all my skin, as though every nerve is connected.
“Angel.” He brings our heads close together, then dips his and breathes in the scent of my neck. He closes his eyes and lines crease his cheeks like it hurts him. “If I have you once, I won’t let you go. If you allow me to join our bodies, to thrust into your virgin pussy, I won’t stop there. You’ll bemine. I’ll claim you. That freedom you wanted? Gone. You’d be here, as my queen, by my side.”
His chin tilts up and he tightens his grip on my hair. I can tell he means this, and perhaps intends to terrify me. To make me think twice.
“But I’d haveyou.”
“You’ll have my heart forever, wherever you are.” He still hasn’t touched my skin, holding me away. “But yes, if you wanted me in your life, to have, to hold…” He stops as though his mouth ran away with him and he didn’t mean to invoke marriage vows. Then he seems to accept it and continues. “To orgasm on my tongue and my cock every day and every night. To be loved and adored. Yes, angel. You’d havemeif you go through with what I see in your eyes. But I want you to be really certain. Because if I take your virginity, I won’t let you go.”
“Yes. Yes to all of that.” I’ve never been more sure about anything in my whole life. I was born a mafia princess; I will live as a queen. My place in the world is by Sebastian’s side.
He lets out a half growl, half groan and buries his face in my neck, pulling me flush to him.
“We’ll need a bed.” His arms wrap around my waist and I squeak as he stands. “Because though I will happily have you bounce on my cock on the sofa, and take you from behind against that big window, and any and all of the filthy-hot things we could do, the first time will be comfortable. You’re going to be under me and I’m going to make it so good you won’t stop shaking for a week.”
“Yes.” I’d be happy with any of the ways he mentioned, and I don’t doubt we’ll get around to all of them. But I don’t care so long as it’s Sebastian and me.
He kicks open the bedroom door and lays me on the bed. I only have eyes for him. And now I’ve unleashed him, he’s intent on undressing me. I try to get to the button of his shirt but he bats my hands away to unzip my dress and push it down. I help, lifting my bottom and he makes a sound of approval from the back of his throat when he sees the underwear I put on after the shower.
White lace. Matching.
It’s pretty and feminine. No underwire on the bra—my little breasts never need it—and the soft fabric has caressed my skin all day.
“I thought you’d like this set.” I pluck at the strap of the bra and give him a teasing smile.
“Angel, I love it. So forgive me.” He rears up, takes either side of the bra in his fists and tears it in two.
My eyes must be the size of dinner plates as he reaches deliberately down and grips the knickers the same way.
“Because pretty as this is, it isn’t your naked skin. And I can’t wait another moment to see all of you.”
For a second the fabric bites into my flesh, but then the sound of ripping rents the air. I gasp, but partly it’s not the shock. It’s how instantly hot and achy I am between the legs from how impatient he is to see all of me. And I’m the same about him.
“I can’t rip your clothes,” I say, shoving at his clothes. “Undress for me.” Not just the partial views of his chest or his cock. I’m eager too.
Big and powerful and dangerous as he is, he laughs softly at my bossy demand, but obeys. He strips so quickly I almost ask him to do it again. Instead, I reach for him, smoothing my hands over his shoulders and chest. I explore his upper arms and he lets me, watching me discover him. They’re covered in scars, some round, others long and curved, that I trace with my fingertips and my throat closes with gratitude that none of these wounds prevented him from being here with me now. Then I slip back to the “V” of muscles at his hips and further to that intriguing silky hardness that somehow is miraculously supposed to fit into me.
“Nope.” He removes my hands from his cock. “You’re going to lie there and take what I give you, Jeanette,” he purrs my name like he loves saying it. And in his voice the name that usually represents how alone I am sounds like home.
You were never lost to me.
He covers me with his body, all heat and smooth solid planes of his chest and hair that’s softer than I imagined. His elbows are planted each side of my shoulders and he cradles my face in his hands as he kisses me. Sweetly, then deeper, angling his lips on mine and his tongue demanding entry. I open my mouth and the throbbing need at my core intensifies.
Aligning us so his cock notches between my legs, he groans. I feel his cock, hot and hard at my entrance. Impossibly thick. There is no way that monster is going inside me, and yet, there is no way I’m going anywhere until I’m impaled on him. He feels far too blunt to split me open, but I’m desperate and wet and my pussy is clenching with need. However much it hurts, I don’t care. It will be sore in all the best ways and I will love every second.
His lips brush mine. “I love you.”
