Page 20 of Stolen By the Mafia King
Her head tilts towards me again and listens like I’m giving her air. Like this is a story she wants to read over and over. I let go of her butt and frame her face with my hands. Looking into those night-blue eyes, I urge her to understand everything in me.
“I bargained for whatever I wanted for one day, but if I took what Imostwanted, it would leave your young body lush and ripe and pregnant,” I confess, voice raw. “I couldn’t make you mine and breed you for only one day, sweetheart. I didn’t know if you were ready. I love you and when I have you that way, I’ll never let you go.”
“You love me?” she breathes.
“Yes. I love you. But it’s a tepid word for what I feel for you, Jessa. It’s like saying the surface of the sun is hot, or the Atlantic Ocean is wet.” And fuck it, she hasn’t said no quickly enough. Plan B is still in action. “I love you beyond reason. And if what you need from me is sex and more dirty and depraved acts, believe me, I will deliver.”
8
JESSA
He scoops me up in his arms and I grasp at his shoulder with a squeak of surprise before I manage to get my hand to the back of his neck. Barging into the house, he takes the stairs two at a time.
“Grant, what are you doing?”
“What I should have yesterday.” He’s holding me so tightly, like he’ll never let me go. Like this is it for us, we’re going to be so close we’ll be conjoined before long. God, I hope we will be.
“I can walk,” I protest weakly as he heads to his bedroom.
“Consider this practice for tomorrow, when you’ll be so thoroughly fucked you won’t be able to,” he says with a wicked grin.
A thrill goes through me from my fingertips where I’m touching his skin to my dangling toes.
He kicks the door closed behind us and tosses me onto his bed. And yes, that takes my breath away, but not as much as Grant looming over me.
“Don’t. Move.”
The second he’s off me, of course I’m sitting up, watching as he stalks to his wardrobe. I wonder what’s going on but when he turns back he has a fistful of ties and my tummy flip-flops.
His brow darkens. “I told you not to move, sweetheart.”
“Sorry, kingpin.” I flash a naughty smile at him as I crawl over the bed on hands and knees towards him. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“You.” He crosses to the bed in sure strides and clasps the back of my neck, pushing his fingers in, kneading. “You can be a good girl and lie down where I left you.”
My body is vibrating. I think it’s the contrast. I was so devastated I had lost him. That he didn’t want anything more than a game and a house renovation. From that nadir to the highest zenith: he loves me.
“I can be your good girl,” I say and he smiles.
His grey eyes. They’re brimming with love and lust and hard intent. I know now. I didn’t imagine it. I’m sure. His eyes are security. They’re home.
“Good. Then help me take off these clothes.” He’s peeling my dress up my body. I shimmy out of the white lace knickers, lifting my hips so he can drag them down my thighs. I try to get at his shirt but he pulls my dress over my head. Then he’s trailing his fingers up the sensitive part of my inner arm and I’m nudging into his touch.
“Not that I don’t trust you…” He takes my wrist in a firm grip and holds my gaze as he knots his tie on me and the bedstead.
I gasp with surprise, but good surprise. Hot and squirmy and toe curling.
A small tug and, ugh, I’m so twisted, I love the tension that puts pressure on my wrist.
“You’re not escaping.” My kingpin takes my other hand and traps it in place. The silk of his tie is smooth and cool and as it slips on my skin. Need skitters right from my fingers, down my spine to my clit.
Both of my hands pinned, he sits back, and makes a growling purr from his throat. “So pretty. Now.”
“Wait, no!” I kick out as he grasps my ankle. I’m not being spreadeagled, am I?
“Oh yes.” He’s stronger than me. Much stronger and I don’t stand a chance as he inexorably tugs my legs apart and secures me.
“Kingpin…” There’s a tremble in my voice.
