Page 46 of Forbidden Surrogate

By the end of dinner, Delphine doesn’t look pleased at all as we walk to the car. Peter agreed to drive Angela to the penthouse so I could have some alone time with Delphine at the lake.

I open the door for her and gently tuck her into the passenger’s side of the car, realizing that the only way out of Delphine’s quiet seething might be an open conversation. In most Italian families, open conversations quickly descend into yelling and most men get tired of hearing women yell at them quickly.

But I want her to let me in, so I have to force myself to be a better man than I want to be. Even if it scares the hell out of me that this woman is the one drawing the vulnerable human out of me.

“Have I done something wrong?” I finally ask once we’re a few minutes into the drive.

“Why did you say we were engaged? It’s a blatant lie.”

That’s her problem? Thank goodness it’s too dark for her to see how red that makes my cheeks. I don’t want to believe that this is the line she draws, but Delphine doesn’t seem at all like she’s joking.

“I lied to protect your honor. That’s all.”

“Okay.”

One word, filled with tension. Fuck.

“Are you angry that I offered to kill your ex-boyfriend?”

“Why would that make me angry?”

“Because you still have feelings for him.”

Wrong answer. Delphine drops any pretense that she fears or possibly even respects me.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Luigi.”

She doesn’t say another word for the rest of the drive and neither do I, because I’m thoroughly embarrassed, confused, and there’s only one thing I can think of to sort out the differences between us. My way doesn’t involve talking. Delphine casts a disapproving sidelong glance my way before stepping out of the car.

Her graceful swaying with those full, sexy hips puts me completely under Delphine’s control, a situation which she seems to have no empathy for whatsoever. My dick jerks against my wool pants as she walks towards the door without me, visibly pissed off. It doesn’t matter how angry she is with me… I’m putting my dick inside my surrogate tonight.

Why should my desire for her offend her so much? Delphine allows her hatred for certain details about our arrangement to cloud her judgment. I’m the one thinking straight between us. About us. She’s pregnant. Maybe when this started neither of us realized what that meant, but it’s clearly shifted the air around us.

She strips her shoes and I take her coat when we walk into the door.

“Don’t give me that fake gentleman act,” Delphine says before gracefully exiting her heels and walking away from me as fast as her curvy legs can carry her pregnant form.

If she wants to escape me tonight, the bedroom is the wrong place for her to end up, but I’m certain this woman thinks she can control my desires for her and push me away simply because she sees fit to run away from the obvious build-up of affection between the two of us.

Why can’t she just let go and allow this to happen?

Why does she fight for control between us when I’m willing to give up so much to be with her… She frustrates me.

“You’d better take that dress off before getting into bed,” I command Delphine as she peels back the comforter on the bed. She looks over her shoulder to make sure I can get a full view of her disapproving expression.

“I don’t have to listen to every word out of your mouth. I’m exhausted.”

“Fine. Leave the dress on. Do whatever you want.”

Delphine tries to suppress her smug smirk, but I catch it and have to force myself to stuff my frustration until I climb into bed next to her. She’ll regret fighting me soon and I have plenty of patience for what I want.

She climbs into bed as I walk to the private bathroom and slowly complete my entire night time routine including face wash and a gentle cream to maintain my smooth, olive skin. Delphine seems like she’s pretending to fall asleep when I climb into bed next to her.

“Good night, Delphine.”

She sighs and rolls onto her back. My cock twitches.

My hand reaches across the bed as I slowly stroke Delphine’s body beneath the sheets. Slowly, my hands wander over her chest as I tease her breasts through her dress and then slide my hand under her dress.

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