Page 47 of Forbidden Surrogate

“You should have undressed,” I murmur.

Delphine sighs as I reach over the tops of her thighs and tease her skin until I get to her underwear. Touching her body escalates to my body on top of hers while Delphine pushes against my chest with one hand as I begin to kiss her. I understand her initial reluctance, but I won’t allow it.

“I want you,” I whisper, taking her lower lip between my teeth and biting down possessively until Delphine squirms and makes a soft, low moan that I can tell she didn’t mean to leak out.

“See?” I whisper after her sexy little moan escapes. “You want me too. I won’t let you deny it tonight.”

“Even if I want to go to bed?” Delphine whispers back, pushing against me one last time. I take those hands she has fixed against my chest and pin them over her head.

“You don’t get to sleep until I fuck your pregnant pussy and fill you with my seed again.”

“You are seriously disturbed.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m disturbed by your attempts to put distance between us. You’remine, Delphine. I want you to understand this. If I want to set our contract on fire and keep you in my bed… I’ll do it.”

She squirms against my grasp again, pissing me off more than before. My hips pin her to the bed again and she keeps trying to fight my kisses, only allowing me access to her neck. The skin on her neck begs for my kisses and it’s easy for me touse one hand to pin Delphine to the bed while I kiss her and slide the other hand up underneath her dress.

“I asked you to remove your dress and since you’ve chosen disobedience, I’ll have to punish you.”

Her efforts to fight me off grow more intense, most likely because she feels my cock getting stiff along her thigh. I undressed to my fitted short boxer briefs before bed to make it easier for me to get naked, especially since I anticipated this resistance from Delphine.

“Stop fighting me,” I instruct her as my fingers slip past the tight elastic pulling the fabric of her underwear against her body.

“Never,” Delphine taunts me until I give in to my disturbed lust and push my finger between her lower lips.

This woman is soaking wet – even wetter than I expected considering how much she protested my affections tonight. My cock jerks powerfully against her thigh in anticipation of the wetness my fingers just touched.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers… then my tongue… and finally when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to sit your pregnant pussy on my cock and make you ride me until I spill my seed inside you.”

Delphine mistakenly pushes her hips up against me in an effort to shove me off, but she only ends up taking two of my fingers inside her tight pussy.Fuck.Her pussy feels incredible around my fingers and I can’t imagine how fucking good her tight ass pussy will feel while gripping my cock.

I saw my two fingers back and forth until Delphine’s pussy juices with lubrication and her hips move upwards to meet my movements.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Angela

My plan with Luigi and Delphine unfolds beautifully – even better than I expected. Maybe the stupid men in my backwards Italian family will understand my position if they experience what I did. Even Luigi doesn’t knowwhymy ex-husband attempted to end my life – which he essentially did by breaking my feet at the peak of my career.

I would have never been the lead dancer in a bigger company, but I could have danced until my late forties instead of having to give up the only thing that made my pathetic overly controlled childhood worth living.

Tonight, Peter has to take me home, which I don’t mind. The deeper Luigi falls in love with Delphine, the better for all of us in the long run. My cousin Peter might be an asshole in every sense of the word, but the man has excellent taste in cars. He’s one of the easiest to get along with because he doesn’t speak much, only gives a shit about the gym and hockey, and he has that strange wisdom about my family problems and most issues.

Peter’s latest ride gives off the impression he did a pretty good job whacking someone for my dad. I don’t know all the details, but I know from my life in Pittsburgh and what the boys fail to keep from me that Peter and Michael do the dirtier work.Pino had a tougher past and he never wanted the boys to grow up weak. Dad never liked us getting our hands dirty.

Ever since my cousin got the new electric Porsche, I’ve craved the illusion of freedom I get from riding in the passenger seat while Peter ignores the very concept of a speed limit to race his car across Western New York.

Good luck to any State Trooper who tries to catch him in this thing. It’s a rush, and reminds me of how fucking intense life can feel. It’s a cheap high compared to what I used to get dancing and performing, but it’s better than nothing. I need a thrill to pick me up off my late night low from thinking about the past and how my success with Luigi and Delphine doesn’t fix my problem.

I’m here, trapped with my older brother because my father doesn’t trust me, and the complete knowledge that heshouldn’ttrust me.

Peter disappoints me once we start driving back to Luigi’s apartment by obeying the speed limit and looking over at me cautiously like he wants to start a deep conversation. Our family doesn’t do open and honest conversations, so if my cousin wants to ask me something, it must be pretty serious.

I don’t want to talk about Pittsburgh, even if that’s all they want to talk about. I spent ten weeks knowing they were over there within a few miles of my past life and there was nothing I could do but… stay trapped. It’s humiliating enough that my younger brothers have more power in my family than I do, and having to constantly face the realization that I’m nothing more than a prisoner makes me feel like shit.

“Does your dad have a plan for letting you out of this arrangement?” Peter asks at a stoplight downtown, a couple miles away from Luigi’s apartment. I’ve been there for months and he hasn’t said a word about my freedom or what he expects from me.

“Nope. What about you? Still trapped working a shitty gig for my dad?”

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