Page 34 of Trapping His Darling

Viktor pulled back from me and stared deep into my eyes. I was fascinated. His baby blues glowed in the relative darkness of the industrial fridge. He rubbed up and down my arms, creating friction.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

The scorching encounters we’d shared on this day left me both physically and emotionally shaken. This didn’t feel like a meaningless fuck, that was for sure.

“I love you,” I replied.

His gaze flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes. His expression remained neutral, or maybe contemplative, but he said nothing.

I kept my expression as neutral as his, but inside, I seethed. He was the one who carried me from the party. He was the one who insisted on taking my virginity, thus tying us together with blood. He was the one who then kidnapped me. And he was the one who said he cared enough to stop me from harmful habits, like dieting. And he was the one who mentioned having children with me. Was this not love?

With a small smile, I leaned forward and kissed him, and grabbing the lapels of his shirt along with extra fabric, deepened the passionate assault. I then spun us, so that Viktor had his back pressed against the shelf.

I moved my fingers to his trousers, unbuttoning them then shoving all the material down, until I felt the fabric collect at his feet.

“Close your eyes,” I whispered, taking a small step back from his erection as I rubbed his bare thighs. Because he hadn’t climaxed during my punishment, he was thick and hard, and standing at attention, so to speak. “I wanna give you a surprise.” I truly wondered how I took such a large, impressive cock inside my body.

His gaze narrowed in suspicion.

I smiled coyly and reached for the same container he had used on me. “Or should I just use my mouth? Decisions, decisions.”

His brows rose slightly, but he said nothing. His eyes fluttered closed.

“Hold this,” I said of the container, thrusting it in his hand, then stepping back.

And back.

And back.

And back.

I lifted his blazer from the shelf and put it on, then felt behind me for the freezer’s latch.

“Are you ready?”

He nodded.

I opened the door.

His eyes flew open, and he moved to stop me, but fell forward instead, trapped within his trousers.

I slipped out the freezer, slammed it shut, and dropped in the latch pin that ensured a tight seal. A half a second later, I heard Viktor calling my name, demanding that I open the door. He cursed in Russian. He tested the latch.

After buttoning up his blazer to cover my nudity, I looked around. Spying something useful, I retrieved the combination wrench from the old, leaky sink. My legs wobbled as I returned to the latch. I hated doing this, but today he would learn what I was capable of.

He would love me. Or he would die.

I bent the pin.

The pounding began.

On my way out from the back, I threw the wrench into the garbage, thrilled that the weight of it took it to the bottom of the container. It would take them a minute to find something to bend the pin back.

I returned to the ice cream parlor as the pounding began. The startled ice cream server and her customer, an older gentleman, gasped upon seeing me. Their expressions grew terrified as theytook in the deep V of my jacket that barely covered my naughty bits.

Smiling, I reached into the jacket pocket and retrieved the car keys.

The cashier spoke quickly in Russian, as the pounding grew louder and more violent.

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