Page 40 of Trapped

“Andale, mija.Get this over with.” When I don’t move, a cruel smile falls across his face. He drops his hold on my hand, and I drop the gun to the floor.

“You know why you can’t shoot me? Because you have figured out the same thing I did the moment I saw you again.” His hot breath burns at my delicate earlobe, his body now inches from mine.

“You and I were always meant to be. Not her and I. Not you and anyone else. You and me. End game.”

I scoff at his words and turn away, but he stays there. I can’t look at him. I can’t fall into the depths of his eyes. I can’t afford to believe his words. He cups my face and pulls my eyes toward him.

“You are mine just as much as I am yours.” He runs his finger down the curve of my neck. I don’t want to depend on him. I don’t want to risk feeling the way I felt when that woman wrapped her arms around him.

He grabs my hand and places it on his erection.

“You feel this? This is what you do to me. Only you.” I bite down on my lip. Go away, dirty thoughts. I can not be manipulated right now. Not while the muscles in me threaten to buckle in his embrace. Not when my clit throbs furiously between my legs.

“I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.” He pushes off from the wall, and a smile plasters his face.

“That can be arranged.” He walks out of the room, and I listen as his footsteps retreat down the staircase. I suck in a breath and try to regain my composure. When Silas returns, he holds a small box wrapped in matte black paper.

“How about you open your first present?” I stare straight ahead, unable to look at him. When he sees my defiance, he clicks his tongue and moves in closer with the box.

“Lie down on your belly and spread your legs.” he says, but I refuse to move.

“You can lie down willingly, or I will force you to do it myself.” My body moves into position without ever consulting my brain. I lie down on the bed and spread my legs. I listen as he unwraps the box and I feel his fingers glide over my thighs. My pussy clenches when I feel two fingers slide in. I grasp the sheets in front of me while he roughly fucks me with them.

My body rocks back and forth into him and moans escape me. I am completely soaked and almost to the point of euphoria when I feel him slip something inside me. The buzzing starts, and my clit throbs at the sensation. Then it’s gone.

“Silas.” When he doesn’t answer, I turn to look at him and the evil grin plastered on his face.

“You’re going to wear that all night, Thalia. If you remove it, I will send men to blow up more than your family’s plane. I won’t remove it until you beg for my dick inside you.” My mouth drops open at his cruel threat.

“And since you are so dead set on killing me, bruja, I’m going to show you what it will feel like when I come back to haunt you. How my phantom cock will fuck you every second of every day, never letting you get the release you need.” My pussy sobs around the toy. It’s unwilling to deal with the torture, but my pride has always been bigger than my need to be satisfied.

Jasper: The Consuelos know you’re alive

Silas: What are they planning?

Jasper: Patricio met with Leather Face the other day.

Silas: They still haven’t figured out he’s Cassiel?

Jasper: Not a fucking clue.

Silas: What did Cass tell them?

Jasper: He pretended to be concerned. Told them he would look for you.

Silas: Did you look into Thalia’s files?

Jasper: Yup. Nothing. Not a single trace of her being pregnant. I did find this, though.

I wait for the message to load until I see a familiar picture of the little girl I met in the penthouse. A Bandolero stands next to her while she holds out a certificate.

Jasper: It was another threat.

Silas: Find Axel and get what information you can out of him.

Jasper: By any means?

Silas: By any means.

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