Page 30 of Trapped
His tongue flicked my mouth. I opened wider for him, my hand traveling down his abdomen. My fingers trailed the impressive shape tenting his slacks. Already hard. A growl ripped from his throat. Santino’s arm roped my waist and dragged me closer, the movement so violent that my right foot stumbled out of a heel. He bent me backward over the desk, scattering papers onto the floor.
I breathed heavily as his hands gripped my waist. Their warmth sparked over my skin, and my heartbeat throttled. Santino stepped in between my legs. He was the devil I chose. The safer bet against the man hunting for me.
My short, pink halter dress shifted up my thighs. He pushed it even further, flipping it over my stomach. Cool air touched my pussy. I’d stopped wearing panties weeks ago. One by one, hetook my ankles, his fingers rings of fire as he placed my feet on the desk, spreading me wide for him.
“I can’t believe I let you walk around dressed like this.”
A shiver ran up my leg. “I only do it because I know who’s watching.”
His expression hardened, and his hand paused. “Trying to drive every man in my establishment crazy? Or just me?”
“Both.”
“Tease,” he murmured.
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Maybe I’ll kidnap you and keep you in my house. I could tie you to my bed, legs spread, every inch of you mine to savor whenever I want.”
My face burned.
His filthy mouth always made me blush. Sometimes he teased me about that, calling me his sweetprincipessa.Other times, he didn’t talk so much. He held me down and fucked me like an enraged beast.
“You’re quiet,” he said, stroking my clit. “Do you like that idea?”
Sparks erupted low on my belly. “It sounds like a good time.”
He purred. “You’re too trusting.”
“I like dangerous men.”
Santino’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to get yourself into real trouble one of these days.”
“Isn’t that what you’re for? To protect me?”
His hands disappeared from my pussy as he leaned over, his heavy weight compressing me into the desk. “Delilah, you don’t want to be in debt to me forever.”
“I don’t?”
“No. I’m the trouble you can’t escape.”
“I’m not looking for an out.” I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers grazing his downy chest hair.
He pulled back. “Careful. I’ll assume that’s an invitation to take it all.”
Anal was a boundary we hadn’t crossed yet, and I knew he wanted it. He’d made that clear from the start. I’d never done it before, and offering him that final piece of myself felt like a gamble. I trusted him with my body, but what if he discarded me once he had taken everything?
A predatory grin tiptoed across his face.
I swallowed a lump as he stepped back, turning to face his desk. He grabbed something long and sharp from a drawer—a knife.
My blood froze. “You want to hurt me?”
“No. I want to hold it to your throat while I fuck you.”
Good God.
A delicious shiver ran down my body. But then, unwanted memories surged forward—Dimitri’s fingers tightening around my neck. My stomach twisted, fear clawing its way to the surface, and I struggled not to let it show.