Page 65 of Trapped

I pulled back from him again, trembling. “I never asked you to swoop in and…fix me. I just wanted to have some semblance of control.”

“All I’ve ever done is try to take care of you.”

“Trapping me isn’t taking care of me.”

“Call it what you want,” he said with a shrug. “But it’s the only way to keep you safe. I’ve already picked out our house. As soon as you’re pregnant, we’ll move into a place next to my brother so our kids can play together.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. “There’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“What’s wrong is that you’re too scared to admit you want this, too.” His hands found my waist, dragging me against him.

I tried to push him away, but he held firm, his grip strong. “You’re a monster.”

“And you love it. Don’t you? You love how I fuck you. How I make you feel safe.”

I turned away, but he gripped my chin. “Look at me. Tell me you don’t want this.”

His words were sweet poison. A shameful flush of heat spiraled low on my belly.

“Santino, please…”

He kissed me again, harder this time. His closeness disoriented me, and his sea salt and citrus scent enveloped me.

“Santino, I?—”

His lips met mine again, this time with a ferocity that melted my defenses. His kiss was demanding. His tongue traced my lips before delving deeper, coaxing a moan I couldn’t hold back.

My hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, and I lost myself in the rush that drowned out fear. He groaned, and our lips separated.

“Take off your dress.”

I didn’t move. This flimsy bit of fabric was all that protected me from him and my insane urge to give in to his demands.

“You’ll have to force me,” I hissed.

His eyes flashed, and then he threw me on the bed.

My body bent over the bed, his hands shoving up my dress. He ripped it off my head, and then his palm cracked over my butt. Once. Twice. I jerked from the rough impact.

I gasped, my heart pounding as the sting of his hand on my skin sent shockwaves through my body. Anger and something darker twisted inside me.

“Santino!” I tried to sound furious, but it came out desperate.

Another slap on my ass made me yelp.

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to fill you up, over and over, until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

“You think this will make me stay?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding to where I was already wet. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Each stroke made it harder to resist the pull he had over me. I hated him for it and myself even more for wanting it.

“You don’t have to do this,” I gasped.

“How else will I give you a baby?”

“You’re sick,” I whispered. “You should be locked up.”

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