Page 11 of Forbidden Surrogate

"I'm helping you up."

"I should spit on you," she says, but then her hands touch mine and a strange electricity sizzles at the tips of our fingers and tingles all the way up my arm as I drag Delphine to her feet.

She's pretty. I think. Is she pretty? She has large, dark brown eyes -- and I mean really large. Her glasses only make those eyes appear bigger. Her lips are full and possibly the largest I've seen up close, with a womanly shape to them. She has a cute nose that’s soft and rounded around nostrils which are flared with anger right now.

Delphine's round cheeks tighten against her jaw as she continues to glower at me.

"You will not," I command her firmly. "I understand this entire night must be terrifying to you, but I have also had far too much to drink and I don't know what to make of this contract so I'll need you to shut up and get to bed so we can sort this out in the morning."

"I'm not going to do any of that," she says. "I don't care that I signed a contract, I'm not letting some crazy ass white boy from Buffalo..."

She trails off. Because what words would she have to use to end that sentence. Knock me up? Cum inside me? I shudder at the thought. This woman isn't my type in any sense of the word and judging by the way she fought me off just for me to get her in this bedroom, she'll make my life a living hell.

If Delphine can be this much of a problem now, I can't imagine how fucking bad this problem will get if she's carrying my child. I've gone this long without having a child for several reasons and having to put up with an insufferable woman for 39 weeks is only one reason for it…

"We're not doing anything," I snap at her. "You're not even my type. Just get into bed and we'll handle this in the morning."

"Can't I sleep on the couch?"

"I don't want you going to the cops. So no."

"Why would I go to the cops?" she asks with a glare. "We have a contract."

I point at the large bed behind me. This conversation is over.

"Bed. Now."

Delphine dry swallows slowly. I watch the air move in a slow lump down her throat. She has a pretty neck that complements her soft, dark brown cheeks. Not my type but... I think she must be pretty or I wouldn't have these strange physical reactions to contend with.

"Promise you won't touch me."

"I should be asking you the same thing," I snap at her. "I'm six-foot-five, I have a perfect body and... I can't remember the last time I came inside a woman. Having me for a night would be a gift."

Delphine's disgust registers and I experience totally mixed emotions as she steps back towards the bed, that disgust still plastered on her face. I just want her to know that I won't touch her, but perhaps I pushed too far.

"You are a sicko," she says. "And I'm only climbing in this bed because I'm tired and groggy and... if you kill me, I would much rather die in my sleep."

I smirk. It's a crazy thing to say, but I guess I understand her point. I have no plans of murdering this woman where she sleeps tonight when I need rest more desperately than Delphine realizes.

"Fine. Whatever you need. Just get into that bed."

Chapter Six

Delphine

My choices here are limited. My mind slips into survival mode. I lose all my abilities to think about fighting my way out. Flight doesn’t take hold either. My body sinks into a deeper, more primal state as every inch of me freezes and becomes utterly compliant with Luigi, hoping very consciously that going along with his cruel demands right now will ensure my survival later. The terror sits deep in my stomach, like a heavy dinner. My legs drag across the ground slowly as I sit on the edge of this monster’s bed.

I don’t know how I ever thought a six-foot-five monster with muscles all over was attractive when he first walked into the bar. There’s such a thing as too pretty. My mind is throwing ideas at a wall. Everything bounces back against my consciousness, absolutely drowning me in a neurotransmitter cocktail that threatens to nuclear launch me into a coma. I’m sure whatever that woman slipped into my drink earlier didn’t help. I was out for a long time. Or was I? I don’t remember and that pit feels even more terrifying than the beast in front of me.

“Get under the covers,” he snarls at me. “Don’t worry. I won’t touch you. I just need to sleep and I don’t want to solve this problem until tomorrow.”

When my legs won’t move, he scoops them up and practically tosses me back onto the bed. My chest tightens with terror and no air comes in. I know I shouldn’t allow that feeling to make me panic more, but nothing in my life right now is in my control. This man is big enough to squash me with his fingers and if that’s an exaggeration, he’s big enough to squeeze the life out of me with his giant arms around my neck. I shiver and despite all my fear, my instincts push me to protect myself.

I slide beneath the covers and instantly a shudder of comfort surges through me, quickly removed by Luigi the giant sliding underneath the covers on the other side of the bed. He moves slowly, lumbering across the room exactly the way a giant would before ripping you apart limb from limb. He pauses before the bed and slides his pants over his ass and thick, muscular thighs before they fall to the ground. Then he climbs into bed and everything good I felt for that split second vanishes.

My fear only intensifies when Luigi exhales slowly to relax himself from his exhausting day of drugging and kidnapping me, and his release sounds like a wolf snarling in the dark before biting your leg off. It’s more like a growl than a breath and the difference in size between us becomes more dramatic lying down. I want to cry or scream, but my body won’t allow me to do either.

My only choice is submitting completely to Luigi’s intentions for me, which according to that contract are sick, depraved andverypermanent.

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