Page 36 of Trapped

I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. She punches at my back, and I meet each punch with a laugh. I slap her ass, and she stops punching me. I throw her on the bed, then reach under it until I find what I need. She’s screaming her profanities at me, so I take care of that problem first.

I bind her arms behind her back and handcuff her wrists together. Her eyes widen when she sees the gag in my left hand. She tries to move away, but I pin her down on the bed and shove the plastic ball into her mouth. I tighten the buckle behind her head and lean back as she cries around the ball. That will take care of her motor mouth. Saliva builds at the corners of her lips. I run a knuckle from her chin up to the corner of her mouth to catch her split. Her eyes plead with me, but I’m in no bargaining mood.

“You may have been in charge in your world, but Daddy’s home now.” Her eyes widen as I stand to my full height. Towering above her as she fights against the restraints. I pull up her shirt, revealing her large breasts.

“You’re going to learn your place.” I pinch her left nipple, and unintelligible noises fall from behind the gag. I pinch her other nipple and watch as her head falls back.

“You want to fight me on everything, Thalia, but deep down… deep down, you want this.” I rub my hands over the fabric of her soaking thong.

“I’d say, at the way your pussy is drooling more than your mouth, that you're enjoying this as much as I am.” I thrust two fingers into her and watch as she jerks on the bed. I add another finger and fuck her with them. Her pussy clamps down on my finger, and her muffled moans sound with her orgasm.

“You may think you hate me, Thalia, but your body says otherwise.”

Thalia

Silas is right. My body has a mind of its fucking own when it comes to him. It missed the show notes from last nightabout waging a war against him. My vagina is now the head of commands, and the way she is operating, I am fighting a losing battle.

Tears and drool stream down my face as he unfastens the gag. He pulled several orgasms out of me just to prove his point. I suck in the air and stretch my aching jaw. He undoes the handcuffs, and I sink into the bed. I bury my head into the pillow and muffle the sobs that come out. I don’t realize how exhausting all these orgasms are until I wake up to Vero knocking on my door. My eyes flutter open, and I look down to see Silas had cleaned me up and changed my clothes.

“Señora Macias, dinner is ready,” she says from behind the door. Dinner? Had I slept through an entire day? I jump up and grab my robe.

“Ya voy,” I say and look for my monster slippers. I walk down the stairs and into the dining area, but stop in my tracks when I see him. Silas sits there, waiting for me. He’s shirtless, in a pair of tight jeans, and sweat drips off him. I can only imagine how hideous I look since our last excursion. Only, he doesn’t look at me like I’m anything less than perfect.

He stands up and pulls out the chair next to him. My feet are heavy as I make my way to sit down next to him. He grabs a plate and serves me from the bowls placed on the table. I look at the assortment—picadillo, beans, rice, and fresh tortillas. I’m stunned, watching him as he builds his own plate after mine. This is some fucking cultural appropriation. Someone call my abuela from the afterlife and tell her it is the end times. Even Vero is standing there with her mouth wide open.

“What?” he says when his gaze meets my dumbfounded one.

“I just… I would expect you to want me to serveyou,” I say, my voice falling flat. It’s not until his strong hand shoots to my thigh that I realize I am shaking my knees. A nervous behavior I’ve had for as long as I can remember.

“You’re my wife, not my slave, Thalia.” I take a bite and nod. Great. I’m his property, but not his slave. Thanks for the clarification. I don’t have the energy to fight with him tonight. He doesn’t move his hand from my thigh, and we sit, eating in silence. He looks tired. Like he’s been working all day. Sweat glistens from his brow. Vero had mentioned that when he’s home, he spends the majority of his time outside with the animals.

When he catches one of my stolen glances, he offers me a small smile. After dinner, I move to the living room and put on the first horror movie I can find. Silas goes up to shower, but returns thirty minutes intoThe Grudge.He takes the spot next to me and laces his fingers in mine.

I don’t fight it. If anything, I need this physical contact right now. I need to figure out where all this shit is going. By the time we are halfway through the movie, Silas and I have switched to a closer position. Our bodies entangle together as he hugs me. I run my fingers through his hair. I think he falls asleep for a moment, but then I hear his deep voice.

“I don’t expect you to love me, but you can trust me.” His thumb circles over my thigh.

“Not just with your body, Thalia. I’m willing to give you every one of your desires and play out every fantasy, but I need you to trust me outside the bedroom, too.” I look down at him and run my finger over his face. His words vibrate through me, awakening the butterflies from their seven years of hibernation.

When he presses a lip to my bare stomach, I tense. I see the tiny little eyes that haunt me and remember how Lucia once lived there, in my womb. I remember why I can’t do this with him—what it could cost me. I stand up and walk toward the kitchen.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He reads my face with concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” I say, my voice accelerating with each question. “I can’t sit here and play house with you, Silas. You kidnapped me! And you expect me to trust you?” I try to walk away, but he pulls my arm again and brings me back to him.

“I didn’t kidnap you, Thalia. I saved you.”

“Saved me?” I scoff. “From who? My family?”

“I am your family.”

“No. You’re my captor. Who won’t tell me what the fuck I’m doing here!” I storm up the stairs, and he follows behind me. He pushes me up against the railing and traps me between his arms.

“That plane you had waiting for you blew up. Not even a moment after it was in the air did it burst into fucking flames. Had I not KIDNAPPED you, you would have blown up with it.” I look in his eyes, and I know he’s not lying. An unsettling feeling passes over me. He releases me and walks up the stairs. Now it’s my turn to follow after him.

“Why did Fellipe want your land?” I ask, trying to piece everything together. He may have quote, unquote, “saved me,” but he knew something I didn’t. Why would the land be of any value to Los Bandoleros? He lets out a sigh and runs a hand over his face.

“The only thing I’ve come up with is they are working with Claudia.”Claudia.I remember that name. Last year, Bryan had warned Mireya and me about her. Before Axel killed him.

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