Page 10 of Taken By the Kingpin
Total lie. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m about to take this into territory I have even less experience in. “And what do I do if my attacker is from the front?”
He’s so much taller than me, this close I’ll get a crick in my neck looking at him. But I don’t care. I feel… Reckless. Weirdly safe. It’s as though there are no consequences here. There’s no tomorrow, or mafia politics, or anyone else. It’s just him and me and all the things he could teach me.
Not just self-defence.
“As I said before.” Husky, so husky, like he’s forcing out the words through a dozen combs. His gaze doesn’t leave mine. “Go for sensitive areas.”
“Here.” I skim my palm onto his groin area and my eyes go wide as I feel how hard and hot he is. That isdefinitelyan erection. And I did it to him. This game we’ve been playing has made him hard. “Plus eyes and nose, didn’t you say?” My voice is a sigh. Hardly there at all. I reach my other hand up, meaning to touch his cheek and drift over his eyes. Not to hurt him, but… maybe just to see how he feels beneath my fingertips. Find out what he does. But my fingers catch at the join between his neck and jaw and I’m entranced. I can’t move on.
That line between the soft skin and abrasive stubble. That black beard growth is so masculine, and the hot rigid length of his cock under his trousers is the balance to him here. Both unyielding and also smooth. He’s like nothing I’ve ever known. Every part of him is different to my body and yet I know we’d fit.
My hand spans maybe a third of his neck. I can feel his pulse, vital and strong beneath my fingers. I have no idea why it’s so good to feel him like this. There’s a power in him allowing me to. Because the only reason I’m touching Sebastian is because he is permitting it. He’s passing over the control to me.
“Are you the attacker now?” The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Going to choke me to death?”
“Maybe.” I tighten my grip. “To make you release me.”
“You don’t need to strangle me for that. Just wait until the danger has passed. When it’s safe, I’ll let you go.”
“I thought you said tomorrow.” I’m stroking his neck and his pause says we both know it. I’mcaressinghim shamelessly, pushing his shirt collar away to access his shoulder and sweeping up to his jaw. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve seen. I want to explore every part of him.
“You’re the only one who could,” he whispers. “I’d let you and only ask that you stay safe and happy.”
That stills me.
“Really?”
“Seeing you as bright as the sun. Incandescent. It’s all I ever wanted for you.”
“You’d let me…” My brain is overwhelmed by the thought, stuck spinning like a computer trying to do too many things. “What would you do if you were caught and someone else had their fingers around your throat?” I bring my other hand up to demonstrate.
“I’d regain the advantage,” he whispers.
“How? When they were choking you?” I squeeze the smallest amount with both hands. I’m teasing a deadly predator.
“Like this.”
He bats my arms away from the elbow outwards, forcing me to release him. Then he grabs my hips and the next thing I know I’m pinned to the cool glass, my back to his front.
The air has been knocked from my lungs, but not in a nefarious way. In an,oh-god, that is his cock pushing into my lower back and he’s hard as a steel rod, way. And the tips of his fingers are pressing onto the little mound of my pubic bone. Close, so close to where I need him. His hand slips down and cups my pussy through the silk of my dress and my knickers underneath.
“I can feel your heat, angel.” His whisper ripples through me.
There are witty retorts or clever moves or sultry phrases that I’ll think of later, but right now I’m incapable. I tilt my hips to attempt to get a fraction more of his fingers on me.
“You know how to fight me off from here.” A stark instruction.
“Yes.” I could make him stop. I could kick his shins or go for his eyes. If I reached for his cock I bet he’d step away. I suspect if I just said no—or the first letter,nuh—he’d release me immediately.
One word with two letters. Any other girl, not wanton or slutty like me, would use that word.
I don’t do any of those things.
I let out a little whimper.
Because I don’t want him to stop.
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