Page 7 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
Quite honestly, I’m kinda liking his shirt, if not anything else about this situation.
Okay, I’m wet and horny as hell for him, but I’m not telling anyone that.
I swore I’d murder him for what he did to Trudy. I’ve been planning how to kill him and haven’t forgotten. I imagined it would be poisoning his food or blowing up his car. But no, I think I’ll revert to a knife. There must be one in the kitchen.
So this hint of flirtation and blaze of attraction in King’s eyes serves my purpose threefold. Gain his trust. Fog his senses with lust. Try not to lose myself in the process. Get revenge for Trudy and my father. Escape.
Simple.
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KING
I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. But when Olivia asks for a shower, my cock stands to attention. I can see us together, water cascading over our naked bodies, me thrusting into her from behind.
Not going to happen. I squash the thought.
I will not underestimate Olivia. She’ll kill me with a smile on her face and a knife in my gut given half an opportunity.
“You can stand outside,” she says, eyes on my still-bare chest.
“And let you find a way to escape?”
“From a bathroom.” She looks so innocent.
I kneel at her feet and undo my knotted suit jacket. Her ankles are a little red and I can’t help but soothe my thumb over the hurt. I wish…
“Turn.” And when she obeys to give me her wrists, that compliance shoots arousal from my heart to my cock.
She eases her hands through the arms of my shirt. “Are you going to join me?”
“No.”
I point to the bathroom. Her legs are bare, and I allow myself to look as I follow her in.
She’s teasing me as she unbuttons my shirt as she walks, slowly, tantalising. I pretend insouciance as I close the door and lean against the tiles. It’s an indulgent bathroom, with a huge claw-footed bathtub, a walk-in shower, skylights I wouldn’t put it past Olivia to escape from, and a score of potted plants that make the room feel like a jungle.
She’s still wearing the modest swimsuit from when I stole her from the water.Yeah, as if I wasn’t in love enough with this girl, she has to go and be cute as well as dangerous. My favourite combination. Or perhaps that’s just her.
“Get undressed. Wash.” I hook a towel for her and turn on the tap.
I avert my gaze down and hear her swimsuit hit the tiles. Her toes are so damn pretty, the nails painted in a sweet shimmery pale blue. I watch her feet step under the beat of water.
My imagination supplies the image of the spray hitting her tits and I bite back a groan.
“You’re also still dirty.”
“I’ll live.” Maybe the sheen of sweat over my skin will prevent me from…
“Why don’t you join me?”
I want to. Join her, look. Fuck her until we’re both so sated we can barely move. I want to claim her for my own and never let her go.
There’s only one part of that which makes any sense. Keeping my eyes trained on the floor, I push off my trousers and boxers simultaneously and step into the shower. Thanking my past self for installing a ridiculously big rainfall shower that covers about four square metres, I grit my teeth and think of unsexy things as the warm water hits me. I mustn’t get a hard-on.
“You won’t look at my naked breasts? Warm soapy water is running over them.”Her voice is sultry and full of promise.
“No,” I grunt, but the image is in my head, exactly as she intends. My cock rises in response.
