ERICASome people say the happiest moments come after you’ve lived the saddest ones. And for sure I have had my fair share of sad moments in my life so I guess my husband here was a god’s gift for all those tears and heartache I suffered. And if someone asked me now if I was given a choice to suffer through the same things, same monsters, if it meant getting him at the end of that dark tunnel then I wasn’t sure if my answer would be a no. As we pulled apart from a long hard kiss that wasn’t appropriate for a wedding, I heard our family and friends cheer around us and then a moment later I felt something soft touching my cheek. I looked up and a delighted laugh left me when I saw twp choppers circling over our heads and rose petals being thrown over us. A literal shower of roses. “Antonio!!” I exclaimed, my happiness unbound, and then I ended up squealing as Antonio lifted me up in his arms and took me to the little raised stage set up for dancing. As I danced in my husband’s arms, e
Epilogue ITwenty eight weeks later...ANTONIO“So, I thought you wouldn't come again?” Mrs Khan asked.We were sitting in her office. My wife was sitting opposite her own therapist a few doors down, as I sat here after two weeks ago when I had declared I won’t come again. But the problem with anxiety was it never fucking disappears and as the time for Erica’s delivery drew closer, my anxiety only grew bigger. For some reason I feel like I won't be enough for them. That there were hundred different things that could go wrong and my family would've to suffer, it keeps me up at night and makes it hard to get through a day.I rubbed a palm down on my face and I leaned forward to pick up the glass of water. Any other time I might’ve not drunk it but therapy had helped enough to not make me paranoid all the time. After taking a sip, I put the glass down and met her eyes as I said, “I thought that too. But,” Fuck. It was still fucking hard to express myself, to put my fears into words. “But
EPILOGUE IITwelve years later...ERICA“Mamma, perché siamo qui? Voglio tornare a casa e invitare i miei amici." My daughter asked, her golden brown eyes like her father’s stared up at me in exasperation. It was the third time she had expressed her displeasure to be here at the charity event Gianna has hosted at my behest because I wanted to do something good for their father’s birthday which was tomorrow. But knowing Antonio wouldn’t want anything to happen on the actual day of his birthday as he likes to spend it with us instead of celebrating it, we had made all the arrangements for a day before. (Mom, why are we here? I want to go back to the house and invite my friends over.)“I don’t understand why you want to be with your friends they are all stupid.” Unlike my daughter who had inherited all the explosive characteristics of her father along with his eyes, my son got all the indifferent genes from his father which make him look like an unfeeling brute most of the time but there
ANTONIO“Fuck me, husband. Make me scream.”My balls drew up tight at her words, the sparkle in her brown eyes were my undoing and I slammed into her in one hard thrust. Fuck. More than twelve years of having this woman, of having her tight pussy wrapped around my cock and it still somehow feels like the first time. If I could, I’d turn into three of me and fuck her mouth, arse and pussy at the same time, claim every inch of her, every part of her like I wanted to. My hunger for this woman hasn’t abated in all these years and I doubted it’d ever until the day I died. “Oh, god, Antonio...”I grabbed her face, my fingers digging into her cheeks not so gently. “Yeah, baby, tell me.”“Don’t stop. Please.” Hearing her someone might think that she didn’t get proper and regular fucking, but they’d be fool to think that. The truth was my little devil was just hungry for my cock, was still covered in last night bruises and still was begging for more like the dirty little slut that she was fo
Please take the warning seriously, this story is not about your everyday romance. This will at times turn DARK with explicit contents that you may not be comfortable with. And if you don't like sensitive subjects this may not be good book to read for you. It's for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such Hero. Antonio Rossi is definitely not a safe hero and is hard to love. But you know, how we love to hate them!!!!Disclaimer:No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. Trapped Forever- A Dark & Twisted Happily Ever After © A. Gupta 2022. All rights reserved.This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses,places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author'simagination or used in a fict
Prologue ANTONIO (Past) It hurt. I didn’t think it was supposed to hurt that much. But no matter how much it hurt, I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t scream. And I couldn’t ask for help. If I cried I’d be nothing but a weak little boy, no matter that I was just ten years old. If I screamed Caterina would hear me and she would cry. If she saw what that fucker, who was our father but we hadn’t called him that in a long time, had done to me. It will hurt her. And out of her loyalty to me she will go against that bastard and to make him see his mistake which will be just another mistake on her part. And if that happens, this time I will not be able to save her. Not with the pain that was spreading through the soles of my feet that seemed to be on fire as I stumbled and took support from the wall. So I bit down on my bottom lip that throbbed from the cut, and kept my silence even as my legs trembled and taking each step became difficult and more difficult by the second. Breathing deepl
ERICAEverything turned blurry as Leo and Riley’s voice faded in and out. I didn’t understand what was happening except that my insides were turning to ice, my body was trembling and I needed Antonio.“Where are we going?” I heard Riley question that.“To the hospital.” Leo answered her.They both walked me out of the building after we stepped out of the elevator. I tried to focus on my surroundings as the outside air made it a little easier to breathe without wanting to wretch with all the mixed scents like it had been on the roof.“I need to make a call, can you take care of her for a moment?”“Of course.” Leo left me with Riley and we sat on the bench near the parking space. “Erica?” Riley tried to get my attention and I turned my head in her direction. There were two of her and I smiled. She smiled too, I think. She asked, “How are you feeling?”I opened my mouth, but my throat felt too dry and it took a few tries to say the words, “I n-need water...” It hurt to swallow.She looke
ERICAI woke up with a jerk in a sterile white room with white lights and smell of disinfectant. The last thing I remembered was walking or trying to walk with Leo and Riley, but as I breathed slowly and closed my eyes, the little bit of flashbacks rushed in. And through blurred memories snippets of Antonio came back. Like him holding me in his arms and I remembered him wiping my tears though I couldn't remember why I was crying in the first place. But his words were crystal clear in my mind, him telling me that no one will hurt me because he was there for me.The throbbing pain in various parts of my body pulled my attention to myself and I pulled the blanket off to find myself in a blue hospital gown. My eyes tracked the bandages on my arms and one around my wrist in the left hand, besides them I could feel that there was one on my shoulder too and another on my side. For a brief moment I wondered why I was covered in bandages like I had a fight with a wild cat but then... my eyes w