Seized by the Mafia King (London Mafia Bosses #9)

6. Zane

6

ZANE

Willow’s feet are small and delicate in my big hands, and this whole thing is arousing in ways I cannot explain, even though the little cuts make me want to roar with fury at whoever did this to her. Which is unfortunate, since it’s her and me.

I like caring for Willow, which is new. I’ve been more likely to kill than comfort for a long time.

When I’m convinced that her feet are perfectly clean and anything more would be obvious that I just need to touch her, I lift her legs and steady her shoulder so she’s out of the bath without having been caught up in that impractical dress.

My fingers stay on her upper arms for a second longer than strictly necessary.

I force myself to let go.

“There’s a shower if you prefer.” My hands twitch towards her, and I take a distinct step backwards to prevent myself. Not touching her feels wrong, so wrong. But it can’t be helped. “Or run the bath again.”

One more movement away and it’s torture. But while I will steal a kiss, give her what she needs, and accept no fucking nonsense about looking after her, even I know that we aren’t at the “share a shower” point. Yet.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

I’m at the door when her small voice says the word I want to hear on her lips constantly.

“Zane.”