Page 79 of Trapped

Irritation heated my chest like a rash. She flashed her pussy to get what she wanted from me, and it worked. Every single time. She’d done her job too well. She’d turned me into a junkie addicted to her taste. Would there ever be a time when I wouldn’t get hard just thinking about it?

Delilah kneeled beside me, her floral scent drugging me.

An orange glow began to fill the room. Light flickered in Delilah’s eyes as she rubbed her fingers together. The cabin was freezing. The only heat came from the fireplace.

I grabbed her hands, rubbing warmth into them. “Better?”

Delilah’s mouth softened. “Yeah.”

The fire caught, the small flames licking eagerly at the wood. Delilah jumped a little when a log popped.

“Is this where you had your family vacations?” she asked.

“Not exactly. This was more like a training ground. My Nonno on my mother’s side believed in preparing us for the real world.”

His version of it, anyway.

“Training for what?”

“Survival. Power. Control.”

She slipped out of my hands, and I sat back on my heels, watching the flames.

“Nonno was from the old country. He came over as a young man, scarred by poverty and war. Italy wasn’t kind to him, and he didn’t know if America would be either. So he made sure we were tougher than the rest.”

“Sounds like he was a hard man.”

“He had to be. He’d lost too much before he even stepped foot in America. When he finally made it here, he was determined not to let the world break us.”

She frowned. “Did you ever resent that?”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Nah. He just wanted us to be prepared.”

“Is that what you want for your kids?”

Good question. “They’ll be prepared, but they’ll know they’re loved.”

She frowned. “How do you know you’ll be a good dad?”

“You’ve met my brother Kill. You’re familiar with his reputation, right?” I watched her nod, remembering how she’d tense whenever he came into the room. “If he can be a good dad, so can I.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m nothing like him or Violet. My childhood was…awful.”

I laughed hollowly. “And mine was so much better? We slept four to a bed in a rat-infested apartment. My father was a bitter old man who drank and gambled every cent we earned.”

“Still, it’d be so much easier to find someone without my issues.”

“I don’t want easy. I want interesting and complicated.”

Her laughter, light yet tinged with sadness, filled the cabin. “Are you sure that’s really what you want? Because that’s all I can give you.”

“You gave me a reason to care about more than just surviving.”

Her eyes glistened. “I’m a magnet for trouble.”

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