Accidentally Kidnapping The Mafia Boss
My breath caught, a broken sound, and his smirk returned against my neck.
“There it is,” he whispered. “The sound I’ve been waiting for.”
I shivered violently, pressing back against the tree, as if its rough bark could anchor me to reality. But Christophe pressed closer, erasing any space between us, his body a solid wall of heat and demand.
“Christophe-” My voice cracked, betraying me.
“What?” His tone was sharp, dangerous. “Tell me what you need, Katherine. Tell me you need me.”
The ache low in my stomach twisted tighter, unbearable. My lips parted, the words trembling on the edge. yes, I need you but I caught them at the last second, choking on a denial instead.