He blushes slightly and serves our food before taking his into the living room. It’s what he always does, which I’m grateful for especially after his cow comment. In fact, I don’t think I can eat a thing. I leave it on the plate and steal a few more pieces of food that travels well and go into my room, locking the door.
AT THREE IN THE MORNING, the sounds of the ocean are a little louder tonight. Maybe it’s because I feel so damn alone. I slip out of my room and into the hallway with my bag. The house is super quiet. The front door easily opens, and I step out unnoticed. Shit, I should have stolen his car keys. Spinning around, I move to go back inside, but the door locks and I’m stuck outside. Fine. Walking is how it’s going to be. Hell, it’s not like I know how to drive anyway.
Immediately, I regret what I’m doing because I didn’t really think this out. A broken heart can do that to a girl. The moon is full, which probably explains the steady waves crashing against the shore harder than usual. Joey told me that there’s hardly ever severe weather here and that we’re all clear for at least a week. It gives me a bit of peace to know I’m not fleeing during a tsunami or something.
I’m just about around the beach house, but I’m not sure which way to go. It’s too late because I feel arms wrapped around me before I can move. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I gasp, knowing that it’s Santino’s voice.
Another dream. I pinch myself. “Ouch.”
“It’s not a dream, baby. I’m here for you,” he growls against the shell of my ear. “Now, why the fuck are you trying to leave?”
“It’s been over a week. What the fuck did you think I’d do?” I try to fight him off, but a big part of me loves the feel of his strength wrapped around me. “Get the hell away from me.”
“What did I tell you about that mouth of yours? You’re going to pay for that.”
“Leave me alone. You’re an asshole. I hate you.” I shove off and start to make a run for it, but he’s way too fast for me and I have nowhere to go, and honestly, nowhere I’d rather be. It feels too good to be true, and I hate him for making me feel that way.
He flips me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and swats my ass. “Time to pay up, wife.” How dare he call me that?
“I’m not your wife. Put me down.” I wiggle in his arms, fighting him with every step.
“Fine. You want to do this the hard way—cuffs it is.” I hear the dangling of the metal and feel my pussy gush just a little. I hate my treacherous body.
Trying to at least put up a fight, I ask him, “Why are you here? Did you come to get your cow?”
“Ha. Is this what this is about?” He opens the door and steps inside with Joey looking on. “Collect her bag and bring it back. After that, head into town for some breakfast and then bring some back for us in a few hours. Thanks.”
“Sending him away? About time.” I glare at Joey from my upside down position, flipping him off. Joey leaves with a smirk on his fat face.
“That’s not nice,” Santino scolds me, spanking my ass again. I try not to enjoy it because he’s a stupid bastard who trapped me.
“You’re not nice.” I spank his ass and feel how firm it is, clenching my thighs together to control the lust that I shouldn’t feel for him.
“No, I’m not.” Santino tosses me onto the bed, kicks off his shoes, and then crawls over me, pinning my arms over my head.
“I don’t want you,” I spit out, narrowing my eyes at him. His hips dig into mine and his thick cock grinds on my pussy, causing me to roll my pussy up against him.
“What did I tell you about lying to me?”
“I don’t care if you don’t like it.”
“I find it sexy when you fight the need you feel for me. Baby, you’re so damn hot that I want to be buried deep inside of you all the time.”
“Yeah, you have a funny way of showing it.” I nudge my knee into his side, but it does nothing. “Get off of me.”
“I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready.” He grinds his hips on my pussy one more time before pushing off of me.
“What the hell?” I don’t even know how to process his retreat.
“What? I’m giving you what you want.”
“Oh, my freedom? Yes!” I jump off the bed and move to the open bedroom door. I turn back around when I don’t hear him. Santino doesn’t give chase. Instead, he sits on the bed and spins the cuffs with his finger.
“If that’s what you believe. I know that’s not exactly what you want.”
“Really? Then what do I want?”
“You want to be thoroughly well fucked until you’ve passed out from several orgasms.”
“I doubt you could deliver anyway. It’s in the genetics.” He’s on me in a second. He’s so fast that I almost don’t see him coming. The next thing I know his mouth on mine, giving me a soul-stealing kiss.
“You know I can make you come. We both know it, and I know if I test your sweet pussy, it’s going to be dripping with need, isn’t it?”
“So?”
“So why waste time fighting when I can show you how much I want to worship your body over and over again.” I hear the cuffs close around my wrists.
I pull my lips away from him and use my chest to push back, but he grips me around the waist and holds me tight. “Bastard. Uncuff me.”
“Not until you tell me the truth.”
“The truth?” His hands snake down my sides, sending
