Page 48 of Trapped

“Cógeme.”

“Oh, yes.”

Her words are inaudible between her breaths. I meet her movement, grinding into her from below. The blanket falls behind her, and the stars shine down on her naked body. Blood rushes to my cock. She grinds against me harder and faster, her hips pushing forward and her back bending. I meet her stroke for stroke. I reach out and pinch her hard nipple. She cries out, and her hot liquid pours over me like an exploding volcano. I push into her and slam her down on me. The orgasm hits me, and the euphoric release sounds with my deep growl. My seed coats her insides, and she collapses on to me. I pull her tight against me and wrap the blanket around us. I run my hand up her back, and she goes to break free from the embrace.

“Don’t you dare fucking move.” I am not repeating the same bullshit from Christmas. She is my wife, and she is going to cuddle with me. I don’t give a fuck about her fear of intimacy. She lets out a sigh, and I push her hair from her face.

“I won’t,” she whispers.

“Good, diablita, because we’re only on the first round tonight.” We’ll continue until we purge the adrenaline coursing through us. Until I find myself satiated enough to resist the urge to be inside her.

I’ve always daydreamed about what this would look like. Being married to Silas and doing mundane married people things. Like brushing our teeth at our his-and-her sinks and stealing glimpses of each other through the mirror. We have some New Year’s party to attend, and Silas says the host has information on Claudia’s whereabouts. He thinks Claudia was behind yesterday’s ambush in Tampico.

I pick out another long black dress with a slit going up to mid-thigh. Silas is putting on his suit while I struggle with the clasp of my strapped heels.

“Red or black,” he asks. I look up from the bed and see him holding up the two ties. He moves forward and drops to his knees before me. I watch as he tightens the straps at my ankle. He grabs the other heel, and I slide my foot in. Chills run up my leg at his delicate touch. I watch as he tightens the other strap and goes to stand.

“Red,” I say and stand to take the tie from him. I place it around his neck and stare up at him. His eyes are filled withthat comfortable darkness. The type I want to always be lost in. When I finish, he grabs my hand in his and kisses it. It leaves me desperate for another touch. The memories of his tongue running up my arm as he lost himself to the taste of my blood rush through my mind. Is this how Morticia from the Addams Family felt when Gomez placed his lips on her? There’s this dark and desperate pull. Like belonging to him and his depraved ways felt better than belonging anywhere else.

He moves to the chair to put on his shoes, and I fumble with the zipper at the back of my dress.

“Come here,” he says, his voice husky as he pats his thigh.

I hold my breath and lower myself to his lap. His fingers slowly slide the zipper up the fabric. I push my ass into his groin.An accident, I swear.He lets out a groan. I feel the sting in my eyes when he pulls my long ponytail back and whispers in my ear.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Thalia?”

Of all the things he’s called me, there is something to the way he says my government name. I love when he calls me bruja or diablita, but when my birth given name falls from his lips, the heavens open and rivers form between my legs. A rebirth, an awakening.

I circle my ass on him, and he pulls my ponytail harder, giving him full access to my neck. He runs his tongue up it, and I cry out, my body needing him desperately. Fuck ringing in the new year with his enemies. I want to ring it in right here in this bedroom, his cock nine inches deep in my ass, while I scream out his name. Those thoughts shatter to dust when the doorbell rings. I jump off of Silas, and he heads to the front door.

“You’re early!” he barks out.

Efren and Ale stand outside. Both are in suits and ties, ready for the night. I grab my purse and flash Silas a wicked smile as I walk past them to the limo outside. Ale lets out a whistle, and my smile widens when I hear her behind me.

“Let’s hope you don’t die tonight, Silas, cause if you do, I can’t guarantee I won’t take your bitch,” she says.

Once we’re all settled in the limo, Silas goes over the game plan. The party is being held by Kiko Maestas, Gabrielle’s father. The day Gabrielle came to the house, Silas had been unsettled by how she gained access to the ranch. He wants to check their home to make sure they aren’t working with Claudia. Ale sees my sour expression and pours me a drink.

“Don’t trust any of these motherfuckers. If you get lost, look for Ale or Efren,” Silas says, his gaze plastered on me. I take a sip of my tequila and roll my eyes.

“I can handle myself,” I say.

Silas glowers at me, and I look away. I joke with Efren and Ale for the whole ride and ignore Silas, who sits there like a toddler in time-out, refusing to speak with us. When the limo stops, Ale and Efren step out and head inside. I step out behind them, but before I can move forward, Silas’s strong grip pulls me back.

“Here, you’re going to need this.” His hands disappear into his trouser pockets before he removes a ring and gently slides it onto my ring finger.

The delicate touch leaves me breathless as I look down and take in the 18k princess-cut diamond. It’s a replica of the one he gave me the day we got married, which is stuffed in my safe back in Houston. I watch in awe as he places a silver band on his ring finger. He grabs something from the front seat of the limo.

“You’re going to need this, too.” He drags his fingers up the slit in my dress. I tremble under the touch as he wraps a gun holster around my thigh. He hands me the gun he bought me for Christmas, and I slide it into the holster. His eyes linger on me, our faces only inches apart.

“How do you know I won’t shoot you with this?” My voice is soft, and my lips graze against his.

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know who you proclaim to be. Thalia Consuelo, La Viuda, the assassin.” An arrogant laugh falls from his mouth. His arm wraps around my waist, and he tightens the embrace. “But that’s not who you are.”

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