Page 59 of Trapped

“That doesn’t mean I’m willing to sacrifice you.” My heart tightens in my chest. His rough hands move between my thighs. He slides a finger into me, and my head falls back with a moan.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls.

My pussy clenches around him, trying to hold on when he removes his fingers. Our eyes stay locked as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on my arousal. The thrill of him generates a boldness in me.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He wastes no time and slams his lips to mine. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him. We devour each other. It’srough. Intense. Intoxicating. It is a reflection of everything we are in this moment. It is the way our relationship works.

I crave him and all the toxicity. I want more. I want it all. I bite at his lips and push his head into mine. When he pulls away, my lungs grasp onto the air. I open my eyes to see that same raw hunger reflected in his eyes. He lowers his voice and speaks against my trembling lips.

“Me vuelvas loco.”You drive me crazy.

If anything, he is the one in the driver’s seat. Driving like a madman to an unknown destination, while I cling to my life in the passenger’s seat. My hands move under his shirt to feel the hardness of his abs. He undoes his belt and lets his cock free. I stare down at his veiny, pierced shaft, and my mouth waters.

He pins my leg to his side and moves my panties to the side. His piercings claw inside me as he fills me. It hurts so good. So fucking good. I let out a cry against his mouth. His dick stretches me, shredding me apart with his size. My body indulges in the pain. I block everything else out and only focus on the way he slams into me, fucking me against the wall of the elevator. His filthy words push me closer to the edge of that cliff.

“Your pussy is strangling my dick.”

Thrust.

“Cógeme duro.”

Thrust.

“You belong to me, bruja. No one else. ME,” he growls before his thrusting turns animalistic and throws me into delirium.

My muscles tighten, and I cry out the moment I feel my body inching toward that place of bliss. My fingers pull at the hairs at his nape as I hang on for dear life. His speed picks up, and I freefall as the orgasm pushes me over the edge. I scream out his name, and he follows me. His warm cum fills me with his release. I surrender to the orgasm. To the chaos of my mind, and to the ache in my chest. It is a losing battle when it comes to my heart. It is a losing battle to fight what I know to be true. My heart belongs to him.

I watch as Thalia pulls down her skirt and catches her breath before I hit the elevator button. The elevator stops at the thirteenth floor.

“I want to meet my daughter,” I say before she exits. She stares straight at me, and I watch as she considers her words. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“I don’t think that’s a—” she starts, but I interrupt her protests.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about it. You can go to her right now, but tomorrow, I will see her.”

She lets out a sigh and nods. I watch her walk away from me, her red-bottomed heels clicking on the ground below her. I resist the urge to follow her, to pull her to me so we can sleep wrapped in each other. When I get back to the suite I rented on the eighth floor, I undress and lie in the empty bed.

I stay up, letting my thoughts consume me. I could use a joint or a shot. Anything to calm my nerves right now. I ignore the thoughts, knowing damn well no alcohol or weed is going to fix this. I need to follow through with my plan to meet my daughter,and for that, I need to be completely sober.

I feel nervous like a child again. Like the first day of school is tomorrow. But instead of being worried if the other kids would like me, I am a grown man worried about the way my daughter will receive me. How the three of us can make sense as a family with everything that stands between us. I may not be following Thalia to bed tonight, but tomorrow I will face her entire family. I will let them know exactly where I stand.Next to her.

We’re waiting in Thalia’s office for Lucia to get out of school. My mother sits by the window. She offers me a small smile.

“She looks just like Rosie when she was little,” she says. Pain floods my chest at the memory of my little sister.

I stand beside Thalia and let my pinky finger grab onto hers. A silent reminder.I’m not your enemy. I am many things to Thalia, and she knows all the masks I wear, but I have never once been her enemy. She remains quiet the entire time and stares at the door.

“Olivia should be here soon,” Patricio says, and I nod.

Patricio and I had an interesting reunion when I came back to the hotel. I offered to do this the nice way or to kidnap both Lucia and Thalia, and he agreed to the first option.

“Sir, Olivia is here to see you,” a feminine voice sounds from the speaker. Patricio leans into the phone on his table.

“Tell them to come up,” he answers back.

I stand there, waiting until the door opens. Lucia’s hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and her little hand holds on tight to Olivia’s. Her brown eyes, the same ones that resemble my own, take in the room.

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