Page 15 of Caught By the Kingpin
We lapse into silence and I start to look at my captor in the moonlight. Every part of him is gorgeous and different to what I feel on my own body. Where I’m slight and podgy, he’s firm and muscled. And those scars. His chest and arms are covered with marks that indicate the brutal life he’s led. And yet he’s holding me with so much tender care. He’s strong.
Need rises like a cake cooking low in my belly.
He chased me. Snippets come back. The pounding of my heart and our feet. The flare of excitement and the thrill. The inevitability of him catching me.
He still hasn’t taken anything and the fuzzy-edged images of what he might want from me pucker my nipples under my camisole even as they sharpen in my mind’s eye. The details get clearer. His hand in my hair, urging my mouth onto his cock as I watch his light blue eyes darken with lust. A flash of his dark stubble as I turn to see him as he takes me from behind on my hands and knees.
I want that.
“All your planning. It seems a pity to lose it entirely. Anticlimactic. You want to go to Scotland in the morning?” he asks eventually.
I hesitate. Surely I do. I don’t want to be his, like he said. I don’t want to be owned and petted and coddled. I’ll be okay up in cold Scotland, on my own. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
Nodding is harder than it should be. It feels like this is the end of our conversation, but I can’t let it finish.
“I thought…” Did he not mean it? About me being his?
“What is it?” He presses a kiss on the top of my head.
I roll words around my brain like marbles.
“I thought you’d…” I thought he’d hold me down and take my virginity, that’s what I thought. “Do whatever you wanted to me. Because you said I’m yours.” Just that idea makes heat bloom again between my legs and I wriggle in his lap, pressing my thighs together.
This doesn’t mean I trust him. How can I? I know how these mafia bosses work. It’s not real without a marriage. He’ll tire of me. I’m very tiresome.
But in the meantime, maybe I can allow myself to give in, and he’ll make me feel good.
“Exactly,” he says, low and rough. “I cherish what’s mine. I wouldn’t hurt you or force you. When I slip into your tight pussy you’ll be soaking wet and begging me.”
Oh…
Oh my. Yes, I’m really not far from begging.
“You want that possession. To be owned.” It’s not a question. He’s seen inside me and knows.
A delicious shiver goes down my back. I hide my face in his chest as I nod. Yes. I want the comfort of decisions made for me, to be looked after and cosseted. It’s been so long that I’ve been alone with every burden.
“Have I disappointed you?”
My throat seizes up. “Maybe.”
“Well,” he murmurs. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
7
MARCO
She’s all soft curves and nervous sexual energy in my arms. So fucking sweet and a temptation like no other. So enticing.
Every part of me thrums with the desire to roll her underneath me, push that tease of fabric aside and thrust into her.
“You’ve been so brave and strong.” Everything that has happened to her makes my heart ache. “But you don’t have to be, anymore. Lie back, and let me take care of you.”
Now she’s with me, and I’m going to please her. That’s my whole reason for living.
Those dove grey eyes blink uncertainly as I lift her from my lap and lay her back onto the cushions, dragging extras to go beneath her head so she’s at just the right angle to watch me eat her pussy, and under her hips to give me all the access I want.
