บททั้งหมดของ Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 31 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ "You want me to consent to that?" I asked, my voice shaky. "I'm not asking for consent," he said. "I'm telling you what I'm going to do. And you're going to say yes because despite how frightened you look right now, your pupils are dilated and you're clenching your thighs. Even though your mind is still convincing you to run." "I'm not thinking of running." "Yes, you are." He released my face and walked over to the sideboard, pouring two glasses of something amber-colored. He handed me one without asking if I wanted it. "Drink. You'll need it." I did, and the liquid burned down my throat, expensive whiskey, probably something I couldn't even pronounce. "Third question," he said, settling into one of the leather chairs like we were having a casual conversation. "What's your pain tolerance?" "What?" "Pain," he repeated. "How much can you take before you break? And don't lie to me. I'll know." "I don't, I've never—" "I know you haven't." He leaned ba

Chapter 33 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I woke to the feeling of something cool trailing along my collarbone. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the early morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kegan was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in dark gray linen, watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read. In his hand was a piece of ice. "Good morning," he said softly, and before I could respond, he pressed the ice against the hollow of my throat. I gasped at the sudden cold, my body jolting awake. He held it there for a moment, watching my face with that same intense focus he'd had last night, like I was a puzzle he was methodically solving. "Kegan, what—?" "Shh." He moved the ice lower, tracing a path down between my breasts. The sheet had fallen away at some point during the night, leaving me completely exposed. "I want to try something. And you're going to let me." It wasn't a question. The ice continued its journey, circling one sensitive peak

Chapter 35 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ "Start slow. Use your tongue. Get familiar with it." I leaned forward tentatively and let him push the tip into my mouth. It was velvety, big and, dripping slightly with a clear whitish fluid. It bopped out of my mouth and Kegan gently shoved it back in, patient in a way I hadn't quite expected from him. The first taste was strange, salt and skin and something I was very sure I'd get addicted to soon. Because holy shit, the velvety feel against my tongue was divine, nothing like anything I could have imagined from the handful of blushing conversations I'd had with Vivian over the years about what this was supposed to be like. I played my tongue around the tip, swirling it round and round, sucking the small hole there, licking and rubbing the insides of my lips around it. His breath hitched slightly, and that small sound gave me courage. Something about knowing I could affect him this much, that I had any power at all in a situation where he'd controlled

Chapter 37 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Marco was already heading toward the door when I finally found my voice. "Wait—" I called after him, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste. "I'm sorry about— I didn't mean to interrupt your meeting, I just—" Kegan's hand closed around my wrist, stopping me mid-step. "Let him go," he said quietly. "But I should apologize—" "Marco doesn't care about the interruption." Kegan pulled me back gently. "He cares about the tactical nightmare you represent, which is a completely different problem." He said it without a trace of apology, like he was simply stating an obvious fact of physics rather than something that should have bothered either of us. I watched Marco disappear through the door without looking back, and guilt settled in my stomach like a stone. "I've made things complicated for you," I said, the admission sitting heavy in my chest, heavier than I wanted it to. "You have." Kegan guided me back toward the living room. "But that's not your

Chapter 39 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Day three of living with Kegan, and I was still discovering new ways he was absolutely insane. Case in point: I woke up at 7 AM to find him standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed in a three-piece, holding a cup of coffee and watching me sleep. "That's creepy," I mumbled, pulling the duvet over my head. "You're beautiful when you sleep." "That doesn't make it less creepy." He pulled the duvet back down. "Coffee. Drink." I sat up, accepting the cup. "Do you ever sleep?" "I slept." "When? I didn't see you come to bed." "Because you were already unconscious." He sat down on the edge of the mattress. "I have a meeting in an hour. Marco will be here while I'm gone." "I don't need a babysitter." "You need protection." His hand came up to trace my jawline. "And Marco's the best I have after me." "Protection from what exactly? This place is supposed to be safe." "In life, you'll always need protection from humans." He said it so casually, like