Page 19 of Forbidden Surrogate

Luigi

Iexpected some fight, but what I didn't expect is to open the door to Delphine’s room and hear a loud whooshing sound as metal travels through the air and she slams the base of my rifle against the side of my head. The immediate pain doesn’t stop me from fighting, butfuck, it hurts.She’s not the smallest woman, but she’s still a woman and I don’t expect her to have the willpower to slam a gun into the side of my head, despite her anger.

She leans back to hit me again, and I use the split second to gain the upper hand. Thank you, dad, for all the boxing lessons. I duck Delphine’s next swing, which she doesn’t expect. She stumbles forward two steps into my grasp before I tackle her backwards so Delphine falls to the floor and my rifle clatters across the bedroom’s hardwood floor.

It’s the one I keep under the bed for emergencies and considering I didn’t plan on having Delphine here at all… I forgot to sweep the room. I guess I’m happy she didn’t find the loose floorboard under the carpet, but it’s a small consolation when she’s fighting back like this. Delphine yowls loudly as she reaches back for the rifle and shoves her foot right into my face.

Is she wearing my sweatpants? I grab her leg and twist her around, rising to my feet as I control Delphine by her ankles. She kicks harder this time, breaking free and somehow rolling onto her stomach so she can crawl towards my gun again. I would like a chance to catch my breath, but instead, I grab one of those loose fighting legs and try to drag Delphine’s legs together so I can throw her onto the bed and have a reasonable conversation…

She fights me so hard that it takes several minutes of moderate scuffling until I throw my weight on top of hers and just pin her to the floor while she screams, cries out and claws the ground like an animal. When she continues yelping after five full minutes of my efforts to wrestle her still, I stop trying to use my weight to calm her down and opt for a sternly delivered command.

“Stop fighting or I’ll load that gun up and put us both out of our misery.”

The fighting stops right away.Thank God.She pushes against me to get away, but her movements don’t have the intended effect since her ass presses right into my crotch. If she doesn’t behave herself, moving her juicy buttcheeks around in this position will just make my arousal more intense.

“Stop it,” I growl at her again. “I only came back to make sure you didn’t go hungry and you respond by hitting me in the damn head.”

I release my grip on her to reward her for her obedience, although the rewards won’t last long. I pry myself off Delphine’s body, and she gasps for breath while plastered to the floor. While she struggles to move, I calmly walk over to the gun and pick it up. She tracks me with her eyes with whimpers of regret andterror. I calmly hold the gun in a responsible position over my shoulder – no need to make her piss in my sweatpants – and instruct Delphine to get up. She rolls onto her back, her breasts sprawling out loosely beneath my black t-shirt. My dick stirs to life from watching her roll around on the floor wearing my clothes.

It’s bad enough she has my cum sloshing around inside her. This choice in outfits feels strangely intimate and I find none of those feelings convenient. If we’re going to make Angela’s contract happen, the best thing we can do is fight any potential emotional connection, including but not limited to sympathy. Or desire. I’ll fight the feeling as long as I can tonight.

But… I’m Italian. I love romance. Sex. Women. It’s been a long time since I’ve given in to my desires the way I did with Delphine. The temptation to allow it to happen again becomes greater as I watch her crawl to her knees and then pick herself up with pride to sit on the edge of my bed where I commanded her. She holds her head high as she looks me straight in the eye, wearing my clothes.

“Guns are dangerous,” I remind her. “I know you found this under the bed and I would appreciate it if you would refrain from trying to kill me again. It would only make your life worse.”

“I’ll just take your word for it then,” she responds bitingly. She’s at the point in her captivity where she’s tired of the effort it takes to cajole me and she’s hoping it will be possible to bite her way out of this trap.

“It’s your choice. I have no reason to hide the truth from you since I have complete control over your life.”

Her eyes flicker with rage, but it’s true. I don’t know how Angela got either of us to sign the contract, but we both did. She hasn’t brought it up, but on some level, I suspect she wonders if I’ll fulfill my end of the bargain when she’s done. Who wouldn’t endure a little pain for one million dollars? That’s her cut forenduring 39 weeks of pregnancy and whatever activity it takes to get us started on that journey.

“Right,” I continue, pleased with Delphine’s continued silence and compliance. “My family will likely not support Angela’s little kidnapping attempt. However, you are the only witness unaffiliated with our family. My father will almost certainly run through the logical choices and have you swimming with the fish out here at his convenience.”

“So you’re in the mob,” she says, sounding appropriately sick to her stomach. Considering this woman must have ransacked the entire room, I can only imagine what else she found that added to her suspicions. I guess my name, Luigi Taviani, sounds so blatantly Italian that stereotypes alone could have led her to this conclusion.

“What you call it doesn’t matter. The truth is that you’re unfortunately mixed up with very dangerous people. And if you weren’t such a good fuck, I would feel worse about the mixup.”

If every word out of my mouth pushes her away, this interaction will be safer for both of us. Convenience brought me here, but… I’d rather go through this with Delphine than start over and find another woman willing to endure 39 weeks. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I get my money and the sooner I get my father off my back.

When I have my son or daughter, I’ll ship Angela out to Sicily to deal with Renzo and Gino. By then, dad will understand that it’s too late to undo her actions, but I want that troubled she-devil as far away from me as humanly possible.

Delphine’s eyes become suddenly cold and remain intently focused on me. Her loathing seeps beneath my skin and despite my best efforts not to allow her to emotionally influence me, I find myself caring that she loathes me. Even if it’s for the best.

“If you’re in the mob, you meant what was written in that contract. 1 million dollars if I go through with it?”

That part has already left her hands. I came inside her. Really, us going through with the contract depends on nature. We both made our choices.

“One million dollars,” I respond calmly. “Unfortunately, I trust you even less than I did when I left this morning.”

I shift the gun from one shoulder to the other, ensuring Delphine’s rapt attention while I tell her how the next few days will proceed.

“You can’t blame me for trying to escape,” Delphine responds, unable to hold back her contempt for me.

“I might not blame you, but I have to respond. Think of it as a 72 hour quarantine in the house. I’ll bring Angela to keep you company.”

“Your sister?”

“Yes.”

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