Page 58 of Trapped

“For fuck’s sake, can we just end this and move on to body shots?” Osiel says.

“The only people sexually active at this table are you, me, and Ricky, if you count autofellatio.” He laughs.

“Auto-what?” Alma asks, her quizzical gaze looking between Osiel and me.

“See what I mean?” Osiel shakes his head.

“It means he can suck his own—” Moisture lands on me, and I turn to see Genesis’ eyes widen in shock.

“What the fuck!” Osiel says, cleaning the margarita Gen spit out off of his face.

“No. That’s not really a thing? Is it?” Gen says, looking at me and Ariella. God, I am corrupting them.

“It is. And yes, I can.” Ricky winks.

Before I can traumatize the girls anymore, I take them out on the dance floor. Our bodies sway to the vibrant beats, and the liquor takes over. Ariella and Genesis are talking to some guys by the bar when Ricky and Osiel come to join Alma and me on the dance floor. I have a comfortable relationship with both Osiel and Ricky because we work together. It doesn’t ever occur to me to pursue anything past that, but we are naturally all flirts. Ricky takes his place behind Alma, and Osiel stands behind me. I sway my hips in front of him as he moves his hips behind me. When his body goes still, I feel the pressuring glare behind me.

“Get your hands off my wife.”

I shut my eyes, taking in the familiar voice. No. It can’t be. No. I am barely at the revenge phase of my healing cycle, and I am not actually prepared to face him. I don’t turn around.

“Ghost. What’s up, man?” Osiel says.

“Go,” Silas says.

I watch as Osiel passes in front of me and walks back to Genesis and Alma. The tension behind me doesn’t follow. I keep my eyes shut, but I can feel the pressure of his stare. I hadn’texpected him to show up, but that’s the thing about Silas—he doesn’t care about timing or what you expect. The asshole let me believe he was dead for seven years.

“Did you miss me, wifey?” His hot breath hits the tender spot behind my ear, causing my nipples to harden.Hijo de su puta madre.

I have to fight him and my body. I roll my shoulders back soLa Viudacan take over. She can handle this; Thalia cannot. Thalia’s vagina, much less. When I turn to face him, those black eyes stare at me intently.

“Did you get my papers?” I say. I can only hope my alter ego is blind to his dark charm. He stands there unphased, glaring back at me. I can tell by the malice shining in his eyes that he did indeed receive my divorce petition.

“I did. You really shouldn’t be wasting trees for that.” He grabs me by my waist and pulls me to him. The fabric of my dress feels so thin. A small whimper escapes me when he pushes me against his solid body.

“Let go of me, Silas,” I grumble. My voice is low, and it only intensifies the raw sadism in his eyes.

“Or what?” he whispers into my ear.

“Or I will scream and security will escort you out!” My threats fall flat when I look to see the security guards standing at the doors. Jasper and Nero. Both fucking members of his motorcycle gang.

“You’ll be screaming alright, but I don’t think you want everyone to see you screaming the way I make you scream.”

My cheeks flush, and I look around to make sure no one heard him. Alma is sitting on Ricky’s lap, while Ariella and Genesis laugh at something Osiel is saying. I’m running out of options to escape this situation.

“Let’s go,” Silas says, grabbing my arm.

“I am not your property!” I protest desperately. I yank my arm free from his grasp.

“You have three seconds to follow me, or I will lift up this tiny little dress and fuck you over the bar.”

His filthy mouth causes a tingling sensation in my core. I don’t fight when he pulls me behind him, ignoring my protests to slow down. My heels stumble as he drags me into the elevator. He stares at me from the opposite side. His hair is pulled back, and his thick frame clings to an all black suit. He licks his bottom lip, and I stare at his piercings, imagining how the metal had felt against my pussy. The heat between my legs is enough to set the entire city on fire. I feel the abrupt pause in movement and look up to see Silas pressing buttons on the panel.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Why did you send me those papers, diabla?” he says, his eyes questioning mine intensely.

“You’re the one who told me to leave, Silas,” I say, looking away. He ignores my rebuttal and inches closer to me. His hands graze the hem of my dress.

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