Page 64 of Trapped

“You’re a manipulative asshole.”

“You manipulated me first, babe.”

“I never didanythinglike this.”

“So Dimitri just happened to show up at the gala at the same time you did? You didn’t want me to kill him for you? What about every time you got on your knees, sucked my cock, and took my money? You did everything in your power to get me addicted to your pussy, and then you have the gall to act surprised when it worked.” He shook his head, smiling. “You could coach a masterclass in manipulation.”

“I didn’t want a baby out of it!”

“No, you wanted to use me. I just played the game better.”

“I swear to God, I didn’t.”

He laughed. “You wanted me to kill your ex-fiancé. That’s why you lured him to the gala. Then you were going to drop me without so much as a kiss goodbye. Am I right?”

“Let’s not pretend you would’ve been brokenhearted.”

“You don’t know that,” he said, stunning me. “You never ask about my feelings. You’re too afraid of what I’ll say.”

“Th-that’s not true.”

“Just ask, Delilah. What’s the worst that can happen?”

I gritted my teeth. “Your feelings are none of my business.”

He stalked closer, walking around the bed. “You are so afraid of wanting more, and you shouldn’t be. It makes me angry. I want to kill everybody who made you feel this way. Starting with your piece of shit father.”

I backed away, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me closer. His grip was firm but not painful. “Santino, you don’t understand.”

“I understand more than you think. You’ve been hurt, used, and discarded. But I’m not like them. I’m not going to let you go.”

“You can’t just claim me like a possession.”

He tilted his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Can’t I?”

“You’re insane if you think I’d just accept being bred like some kind of—ofbroodmarefor your empire!”

Santino’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes hardened. “You and me are inevitable. You’ll see that in time.”

“And if I don’t?”

He stroked my hip, his voice a velvet threat. “Then I’ll spend every day convincing you.”

“Don’t you see how fucked up that is? We’re two screwed-up people, and this baby is going to come outwrong.”

“Our baby will be just fine.”

I shook my head. “I’m not pregnant. I don’t want to be, so don’t even think of trying!”

“But we’ve already been trying.”

“No,” I growled. “I asked if you were trying to knock me up, and you said no!”

“I lied to you.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted.

“I could ask you the same. You’d rather be treated like a slut than someone important to me.”

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