Trapped (Sinners of Boston #5)

22. Delilah

TWENTY-TWO

DELILAH

Santino kissed me again, his lips exploring mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

He guided me backward, his hands steady on my waist, never breaking the seal of our mouths as we moved. My back hit the bedpost, and I gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a thrill down my spine. It knocked me out of his spell.

I pulled away from him, ducking out of his arms and moving to the other side of the bed. “Why are you doing this?”

His gentle smile made my heart flip. “This is how you stay safe from your enemies.”

“By locking me up? Trapping me with a baby?”

Santino chuckled. “Let’s not be melodramatic, principessa. It’s not trapping when you’re walking into it with your eyes wide open.”

“You’re a manipulative asshole.”

“You manipulated me first, babe.”

“I never did anything like this.”

“So Dimitri just happened to show up at the gala at the same time you did? You didn’t want me to kill him for you? What about every time you got on your knees, sucked my cock, and took my money? You did everything in your power to get me addicted to your pussy, and then you have the gall to act surprised when it worked.” He shook his head, smiling. “You could coach a masterclass in manipulation.”

“I didn’t want a baby out of it!”

“No, you wanted to use me. I just played the game better.”

“I swear to God, I didn’t.”

He laughed. “You wanted me to kill your ex-fiancé. That’s why you lured him to the gala. Then you were going to drop me without so much as a kiss goodbye. Am I right?”

“Let’s not pretend you would’ve been brokenhearted.”

“You don’t know that,” he said, stunning me. “You never ask about my feelings. You’re too afraid of what I’ll say.”

“Th-that’s not true.”

“Just ask, Delilah. What’s the worst that can happen?”

I gritted my teeth. “Your feelings are none of my business.”

He stalked closer, walking around the bed. “You are so afraid of wanting more, and you shouldn’t be. It makes me angry. I want to kill everybody who made you feel this way. Starting with your piece of shit father.”

I backed away, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me closer. His grip was firm but not painful. “Santino, you don’t understand.”

“I understand more than you think. You’ve been hurt, used, and discarded. But I’m not like them. I’m not going to let you go.”

“You can’t just claim me like a possession.”

He tilted his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Can’t I?”

“You’re insane if you think I’d just accept being bred like some kind of—of broodmare for your empire!”

Santino’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes hardened. “You and me are inevitable. You’ll see that in time.”

“And if I don’t?”

He stroked my hip, his voice a velvet threat. “Then I’ll spend every day convincing you.”

“Don’t you see how fucked up that is? We’re two screwed-up people, and this baby is going to come out wrong .”

“Our baby will be just fine.”

I shook my head. “I’m not pregnant. I don’t want to be, so don’t even think of trying!”

“But we’ve already been trying.”

“No,” I growled. “I asked if you were trying to knock me up, and you said no!”

“I lied to you.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted.

“I could ask you the same. You’d rather be treated like a slut than someone important to me.”

I pulled back from him again, trembling. “I never asked you to swoop in and…fix me. I just wanted to have some semblance of control.”

“All I’ve ever done is try to take care of you.”

“Trapping me isn’t taking care of me.”

“Call it what you want,” he said with a shrug. “But it’s the only way to keep you safe. I’ve already picked out our house. As soon as you’re pregnant, we’ll move into a place next to my brother so our kids can play together.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. “There’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“What’s wrong is that you’re too scared to admit you want this, too.” His hands found my waist, dragging me against him.

I tried to push him away, but he held firm, his grip strong. “You’re a monster.”

“And you love it. Don’t you? You love how I fuck you. How I make you feel safe.”

I turned away, but he gripped my chin. “Look at me. Tell me you don’t want this.”

His words were sweet poison. A shameful flush of heat spiraled low on my belly.

“Santino, please…”

He kissed me again, harder this time. His closeness disoriented me, and his sea salt and citrus scent enveloped me.

“Santino, I?—”

His lips met mine again, this time with a ferocity that melted my defenses. His kiss was demanding. His tongue traced my lips before delving deeper, coaxing a moan I couldn’t hold back.

My hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, and I lost myself in the rush that drowned out fear. He groaned, and our lips separated.

“Take off your dress.”

I didn’t move. This flimsy bit of fabric was all that protected me from him and my insane urge to give in to his demands.

“You’ll have to force me,” I hissed.

His eyes flashed, and then he threw me on the bed.

My body bent over the bed, his hands shoving up my dress. He ripped it off my head, and then his palm cracked over my butt. Once. Twice. I jerked from the rough impact.

I gasped, my heart pounding as the sting of his hand on my skin sent shockwaves through my body. Anger and something darker twisted inside me.

“Santino!” I tried to sound furious, but it came out desperate.

Another slap on my ass made me yelp.

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to fill you up, over and over, until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

“You think this will make me stay?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding to where I was already wet. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Each stroke made it harder to resist the pull he had over me. I hated him for it and myself even more for wanting it.

“You don’t have to do this,” I gasped.

“How else will I give you a baby?”

“You’re sick,” I whispered. “You should be locked up.”

“You can pretend all you want, but we both know you’re never leaving.”

I hated how right he was. Every logical part of me screamed to run, to fight, but Santino had a hold over me I couldn’t shake. I had no idea what was more terrifying: the fear of being trapped or the fear of wanting it.

He nipped my ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll beg for everything I’m offering.”

I gasped as his fingers found my clit.

“You don’t own me,” I managed to spit out.

He paused, his fingers stilling. His grip on me softened, and hope flickered in my chest. But then his hand tightened, and he turned me to face him, his eyes burning.

“You belong to me, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.” His lips crashed down on mine as his rough hands roamed my body, cupping my womb. “I’m putting my baby inside you. Right here.”

My breathing hitched. “No, you’re not.”

“I am. And you’ll get big with our baby, and I’ll spoil the fuck out of you, and you’ll love it.”

“ No .”

His lips curved into a wicked smile, his hands sliding down to my hips, pinning me in place. I bit back a moan. His strength was becoming a twisted sanctuary.

I’m sick in the head .

Broken .

“I shouldn’t want this,” I whined.

“But you do. You’re wet for me, even now. And when you’re carrying my baby, you’ll know it’s where you always needed to be.”

His hands left my hips as he backed up slightly. His belt jingled as he ripped it from his slacks. The sound of the zipper cut through my scattered thoughts, and then his naked thighs pressed into mine. His palms slid up the backs of my legs, squeezing my ass, and then he pumped his fingers inside me. I arched against his touch, gasping.

“ Please .”

Was I asking for more or begging for him to stop?

“No more running, principessa,” he said, lining up his cock to my aching pussy. “This is your life now.”

His cock stabbed inside me.

My traitorous pussy welcomed it.

His hard thrusts jarred my body. Getting fucked by him hurt. It hurt so good, joining the pleasure jangling my nerves. This was supposed to be temporary, but every sweet name he’d ever called me hinted at deeper feelings. He couldn’t say no to me. He’d never been able to deny me a single thing.

I had a power over him. It was intoxicating, the way he melted when I touched him, how his eyes softened when I let down my guard. Like he craved my approval as much as I craved his comfort.

I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted more. I wanted to drown in the intensity of what we had.

“Santino, please.”

He chuckled darkly. “Please, what? Please fuck you harder? Please fill you up?”

I whimpered. “Harder.”

He pulled out, then slammed into me, making me cry out.

Shame and arousal combined into a potent cocktail that left me dizzy. His finger rubbed my clit. His touch sent shockwaves through my body, the pleasure unbearable. I was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a cliff with no way to stop the fall.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Show me who you belong to.”

The orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. I screamed, my nails digging into the sheets as I lost myself in the ecstasy he forced on me.

He didn’t stop, thrusting into me. “That’s it. Take it all.”

As the pleasure ebbed, I collapsed onto the bed, panting. He stayed inside me, his cock still hard. He started moving again.

He flipped me onto my back, moving my legs over his chest. Santino worked his body into a frenzy, his face screwed up in the utmost concentration. His forehead sparkled with sweat as he thrust into me like a machine.

My scattered gaze locked onto his black eyes. So black. His pupils had almost swallowed his irises as he watched my face. Unblinking, like a creep. Like he actually cared about what I felt. Other men looked at me like an object.

Santino stared into my fucking soul.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, yanking him closer. My legs locked around his waist, the heels digging into his back. He groaned.

“Oh fuck, Delilah.”

I wanted him. I didn’t care how fucked up he was or how he’d basically tricked me into this position. I had a broken brain. That wasn’t news. My nails scratched him as I held onto his back, gouging his flesh as he fucked me so hard my body slid up the bed. I kissed his panting mouth and sucked on his lip, biting down hard.

He came, clutching me closer as he emptied inside me. He stayed there, his eyes shut, breathing hard. Eventually, his dazed eyes opened.

“I can go again in a few minutes,” he said.

“You’re insane, you know that?”

His mouth pulled into a beautiful smile.

I traced his lips. “Santino, why do you want a baby with me ?”

“Why do you think?”

“I don’t know. I think you’re crazy.”

“You’ve driven me to this point,” he whispered harshly as he slowly thrust his cock inside my tender pussy. “You made me crave you in ways I never thought I wanted.”

This was such a bad idea.

And yet, my hips lifted to meet his, and I moaned when he sucked on my nipple. He bit my breast like a beast claiming his mate. Every moan from my lips was a surrender I hadn’t agreed to give. Escape wasn’t an option anymore.