10. Millie
10
MILLIE
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, over and over, as he washes me in the shower that absolutely doesn’t have room for two. It’s one of those square cubicles and doesn’t even have room for one of Finn. But he manoeuvred us in together like a stunt driver handbrake parallel parking into a space with an inch at each end, and manages to keep the shower head on me—at the perfect temperature—the whole time.
Being squashed in somehow emphasises how big he is, and it makes me feel tiny, and sheltered. And near him.
I’ve never felt this close to anyone.
I guess I’ve never been with another person in this way. In bed. In the bathroom. Taking a shower together feels just as exposing as spreading my legs and having him lick me until I totally lost control of my body. It seems I gave it all up to him . And when he gets a glint in his green eyes as he rubs a soapy palm over my breast, I can’t think of any reason not to continue to let him have anything he wants.
Not because I kidnapped him, and then he kidnapped me, or whatever convoluted thing is going on here, but because being with him feels so perfect. Better than I’ve felt for…ever.
I’m not in cuffs, but there’s no way I can run. I’m weak.
He takes my hand and lifts my arm, and we’re palm to palm. My heartbeat kicks up again at the size difference between us. Then he curls his fingers over the tips of mine and his blunt square nails reach almost to my second knuckle.
It’s too much.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
I’ve had to be in control and manage everything for so long, and now Finn has taken command entirely. Even to the extent of washing me.
Emotions I’ve tried to keep down bubble up. Things like, I’m so tired. This is the first time I’ve felt cared for since… I can’t remember. I wish someone looked after me like this forever. Finn. I long for Finn to really care for me.
I want to be special to him, for real.
But I kidnapped the playboy kingpin. A billionaire almost twice my age, who could have anyone he wanted. I’m a novelty right now, but it’ll wear off, just as the amusement of having children wore off for my parents.