Page 48 of Trapping His Angel

I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine, refusing to admit that it was strange to wake up in Benedikt’s arms. As his wife, I was used to cold sheets in the morning. I didn’t know how to act when he woke.

Did I say good morning or something to him?

My mind whirled as I stumbled out of the bathroom. I headed into the closet and got dressed. When I stepped back out, Benedikt was sitting up in bed.

“Morning, wife.” He shot me a grin.

“Hello,” I murmured.

I crept toward the door, trying to make my way out.

“Where are you going?” He rasped, stretching, and my eyes caught on his abs.

“I’m heading down to eat breakfast.” I’d just decided that.

“We can get the servants to bring it to us. Get back into bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I shook my head. “No.”

His smile fell a bit. “Come here.”

I stepped backward away from him. “I can’t.” He drove me insane. I couldn’t trust him.

“Get in bed, Isadora,” he demanded.

I was almost to the door. “No, Benedikt. I can’t think when you’re around.”

I reached for the knob. It was just in reach, but Benedikt leapt out of bed and I let out a screech, trying to grab the doorknob to get away from him. He wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, and lifted me off the floor. I kicked the air as he forced me back into bed.

Benedikt laid on top of my body, allowing me to go red in the face as I tried to struggle away from him.

“You are my wife, and when I give you an order, I expect you to obey,” he growled.

If only he wasn’t so fucking sexy. His silver hair turned me the fuck on. “Get off of me,” I cried, trying to buck him off my body.

“Hmm, I think I’ll stay like this until you calm down,” Benedikt warned.

He did just as he said. He forced me to lie underneath him, while I tried to fight my way out. I demanded that he let me go, however, he didn’t give in. When I ran out of steam, I noticed how hard his cock was.

Didn’t he get enough of me already?

I laid still as he touched all over my body. He groaned my name in my ear, and before I knew it, he’d pushed my clothes aside and slid inside of me. It was quick. We both reached our climaxes, and he left me trembling after he had his way.

Benedikt got dressed and left to take care of business, and I stayed in bed. How could I fall in love with someone like him?He was awful, old, and ruthless. However, he was gentle with me.

He treated me with such tenderness it killed me. He wasn’t like the other men in his family. I was unsure how to handle him. There was something inside of him that called to the broken part of me, that girl that screamed inside the crypt, begging to be let out.

Benedikt understood her.

Was this life so bad? I hadn’t felt safe like this. Benedikt hadn’t harmed me. Nor my sisters, even though they were being sold, in some fashion, back to their families. It could be worse.

I rolled out of bed and got ready again. I headed to the East Wing. I went inside and saw one of the girls. “Kaida,” I said warmly.

She’d taught the girls a bit of Japanese at The Academy, proud of her heritage. Many of the girls said her father was a cruel man, and that her upbringing was so dark no one spoke of it. All I knew was she was beautiful, and that was dangerous in this world.

Her jet-black hair gleamed, even in captivity. It always had. Her dark skin glowed, as if she’d slathered a fresh layer of moisture on herself.

“Isadora,” her accented voice raised in surprise.