Page 37 of Trapped With You

Feeling emboldened, my hands snaked down to grab chunks of her generous ass, giving it an affectionate squeeze. Just the way she liked it. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Ella.”

“In your dreams,querido.”

Querido. Hearing that term of endearment made my heart clench with happiness.

“I always dream of you, sweetheart. Ever since the first moment I saw you.”

Ella’s lips parted and her eyes searched my face for lies, finding nothing but my truth. No matter our history, my feelings for her never waned. Didn’t she realize how much I still loved her? How all I wanted was to be with her again?

I thought the numerous text messages and voicemails I left her like a pathetic beggar the first two weeks after our breakup were an obvious indicator. Not to mention all the times we saw each other since then and how I tried, in vain, to talk to her.

Shadows played on her face from the faint light emanating from the tunnel torches. Her features hardened into a brief scowl. Though she wasn’t ready to face our past now, she would be by the end of the night. I was sure of it.

She dug her claws deeper into my shoulders like a feral cat. “Do you, huh?”

My hand roved over the valley between her breasts, past the hollow at the base of her throat, till my fingers wrapped around her slender neck. “You want to hear what I dream about?”

“Tell me.” She was losing the cocky edge, her voice a hint shaky.

Her gold hoop earrings grazed over my knuckles and my thumb settled right under her chin, tipping her face back so she met my gaze.

I licked my bottom lip.

Her eyes followed the movement like a moth drawn to a flame.

When she absentmindedly licked her own in return, I tightened my hold on her neck.

“You, Ella. Every. Single. Night,” I rasped. “Your body writhing beneath me, taking every inch of my cock so perfectly. Your voice in my ears, begging for more. Your eyes filled with lust, crying pretty tears.” Ella’s breathing quickened when my arm curved around her bare waist and dragged her body deeper into mine. “I dream of how much you loved it when I fucked you like I hated your guts. How gorgeous you looked with your black ski mask on, while I took you from behind like my dirty little princess. And how you’d split on my dick and bounce that cheer pussy like a bad girl working hard to please her princepin.” I let our lips brush in the hottest almost-kiss of my life. “You’re on my mind twenty-four seven and I still can’t get enough of you.”

Ella absorbed it all, her expression morphing from curiosity to straight up hot, carnal desire. The sensual glint in her eyescinched my own rapacious need. She knew how much I always desired her, but my words fortified it.

I was so hungry for this girl.

I wanted to devour her sweet cunt while her fingers knotted in my hair and her heels dug into my back. I wanted to kiss her delectable mouth and pound into her while she left scratch marks all over my shoulders. And I wanted to love her now and forever. Until she forgot all the past hurt and made room for the paradise I would bring to her world if she just gave me one more chance to make it right.

“Dream on, Cade,” Ella drawled, acting unaffected by my confession. “You and I will never happen again.”

“What will it take for you to change your mind?”

Ella’s fingers crawled down the front of my leather jacket and slipped underneath the material of my black hoodie, lightly scoring my abs. I shivered when her lips poised at my ear and she whispered seductively, “It’ll cost you.”

“Name your price, baby.”

“I’m priceless,mi corazón. Remember?” She bit my earlobe and I moaned. “You’ll have to gift me something really grand for me to even consider giving you the opportunity to lick my pussy.” She sucked the sting she left behind like a wicked maneater. “And I know just how much you loved tasting me.”

Keeping my gaze on her, I reached for my wallet and pulled out my black card.

My girl liked to spend money and I liked to watch her do it. Good thing I had enough zeros in my bank account to sustain her shopping habits.

“Every cent to my name is yours, Ella.” I fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged hard until her body arched. She watched me with a mixture of hate and lust. The fire in her eyes fueled my own. “It always has been.”

In a move that left her astonished, I shoved the black card inher bralette.

Right under the strap between her tits.

Ella’s eyes widened in surprise.

My fingers skated down to the button of her high-waisted jeans. I flicked it open and stopped at the zipper, gauging her reaction. Ella’s silence felt like a challenge. She was testing me. Seeing how far I was willing to take it.