Page 32 of Trapped

“Is Silas your people?” The question erupts from my desire to know the man who has occupied my heart for so long. I know absolutely nothing about him.

“Silas and I grew up together. When our fathers were—” She lingers there while her eyes shift to the side. “When our fathers were killed, our bond as cousins morphed into something deeper. We were all we had, and we had to work through everything to rebuild what our parents had built for us.” My heart sinks. Ivan took her father from her, too. I push back the pain forming at the back of my throat.

“I’m sorry.” I have carried around the weight of what Ivan did as my burden.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Ale says.

“No, but I wish I could have seen his plan ahead of time. Maybe I could have warned Silas.”

“Would you have?” Ale continues placing balls on the tree. She asks in a nonchalant manner, but I can feel the weight of it.

“My father was not good to me. In fact, the day they lowered him into the ground was one of the happiest days of my life. I would kiss the feet of the man who killed him a thousand times over. That’s how much I hated him.” I could give this woman a nine-hour course on why I hated Ivan and how he had been fucking shit up for me since before I was even born. Ale just gives me an empathetic smile.

We finish decorating the tree, and I walk with her to the graveyard and let her tell me about her father. She lays a pot of poinsettias on her father’s grave before returning inside. The night falls and paints the sky with orange and purple. We’re halfway throughThe Exorcistwhen I hear the door slam open. Silas walks in and stares at us. I’m wearing my black silk shorts and camisole pajama set. His eyes narrow to the blanket Ale and I are sharing. He grinds his teeth and stares at Ale, who has already jumped to her feet.

“The shipment’s here. Go load the truck.” A smile tugs at the corner of Ale’s mouth.

“Until next time,mi reina.” She bends at the waist, and I let out a small chuckle.

“There will be no fucking next time,” Silas growls. She salutes him and continues walking. I let my smile drop when I look back at Silas.

He’s shirtless under a bulletproof vest, with dark jeans and boots. I try not to stare at the defined abs hidden behind the vest. The moment the door closes and Ale is out of sight, Silas walks toward me. His firm grip wraps around my arm as he pulls me up to my feet.

“Get showered and dressed. We have company.” I pull my arm from his grip and glare at him.

“What happened to ‘Hello? How are you?’” I say, mimicking a TikTok Alma and I used to laugh at. Silas doesn’t find the same humor in it. He drags me up the stairs to the bedroom. I yank myself free from his touch.

“Strip,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Maybe we need to discuss boundaries,my love.” I square my shoulders, ready to protest, when his hands wrap around my throat.

“You want boundaries? Here’s my boundary. I will fuck you when and how I want. Every single hole of your body belongs to me. Till death do we part, mija.Hasta que te mueras, o hasta que me mates.”

He pushes his firm body into mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off it. My hands go up to his wrist, and he tightens his grip around my throat. My traitorous body reacts by building waves in my belly. He releases me and repeats his early demand.

“Strip.”

I step back from him and remove my shorts. His dark eyes watch as I lift the camisole over my head. I reach behind me and unfasten my bra. I let it fall, revealing my breasts. And I watch his eyes darken at the hard peaks forming, aching for his rough hands to caress them. I hook my fingers into my thong and slowly pull the fabric down my thighs. The waves begin growing, and I can feel my own arousal as I stand naked before him.

It takes everything in me to walk away from his heated gaze. I step into the glass shower and close the door. I turn the dial and let scorching hot water pour over me. Desperate to burn through my need to be touched by him. I quickly wash my body and hair before returning to the bedroom. My cunt still throbs, and at this very moment, I might even beg him. I release the towel and walk toward him.

He’s sitting on the bed, holding a familiar piece of fabric. It’s a piece of lingerie I had packed for my weekend getaway. A black sheer lace teddy. He hands it to me and walks out of the room. I pull the thin material on. Desire builds in me, and as much as I want to tell Silas to fuck off after leaving me alone, I also need him inside me. I need to feel his muscular body caressing mine and his filthy words saturating me—the euphoric release that comes with his volatile touch. I need him to fuck me back to sanity.

“I’ve got the perfect accessories,” Silas says, returning with a velvet box in his hand.

He opens the box and holds out a black studded choker with a silver ring that dangles in the center. It has a hex lock behind the neck that he uses to fasten it around my neck. My body goes limp when he brushes my hair back. His fingers linger on the sensitive skin.

“This will go around your neck,” he whispers from behind me. I fall against him.Fuck me, Silas.Fuck me like your good girl.

My ass rubs against the erection forming in his pants. Then I feel as his fingers run over my back hole through the thin material. My body tightens, and when I try to move, he pushes me back down onto the bed in front of me.

“And this will go in your tight little hole.” My eyes widen, and my body fights in terror.

“No. Silas, please. I’ve never…” I plead.

“Relax your body. I’m not fucking it yet.” I take in several deep breaths and shut my eyes. Silas massages my cheeks and pulls the fabric to the side. A sense of excitement builds with the struggle and present sense of fear. Though there’s apprehension about his size, there is also thrill in the thought of him claiming my back hole.

“Shhhh. Calmate, diablita. I told you I’m owning every one of these holes.” He runs his finger over my folds to my back hole.

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