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
Erica I woke up to loud shouts and curses outside my room. At first I sat there confused as to who was shouting in the hospital but the moment his deep voice registered in my mind, my whole body went on alert mode and I slid out of the bed. I ignored the warnings that echoed in my mind of the nurse and Ephraim as they had told me not to pull out the IV like I had done the first time but as the tenor of his voice rose and echoed down the hallway outside which I could hear clearly as the door to my room was wide open, I didn't care and pulled it out, biting back the painful gasp and cursing the swelling that had occurred after the first time I had so unceremoniously done it.I had been prepared for a lot of things that maybe he was having an argument with Ephraim or threatening the doctors like the nurse had suggested previously which had warmed my heart, her exact words were- 'I felt a little jealous to watch a man care for a woman so much', but instead I found him being manhandled by
ANTONIOPast and present blurred in my mind as phantom fingers of the long ago memories clutched me tight in their grips. As much as I fought the darkness, every time it dragged me down deeper. I didn’t know how much time it took me to wake up from the haze of pain, the only thing that I remembered was Mario holding my hand and sitting beside me. It was the same scene from when I was a kid. And what woke me up was not anything else but her.As the memory replayed like every time it had in all these years, this time when my younger self looked back over its shoulder, the bloody red footprints weren’t there. No, it was worse. This time Erica was there, unconscious in a pool of blood around her. And it was that nightmare that woke me up. I sat up too fast and without any care, and instantly blinding pain raced down my back. “Easy, there...” i recognised Mario’s voice, and when I turned to look at him, I found his eyes searching my face.I rubbed a palm down my face and asked, “Where is E
ERICAI woke up feeling like someone locked me in a sauna. For half a second I was confused until my body recognised the familiar cage of his arms and the scent of him that was uniquely his. When I opened my eyes I found him half lying beside me and half of his body was beneath mine as my head and my bandaged arm rested on his chest and stomach. I slightly tipped my head back and looked at him. His eyes were closed but there was a frown line on his forehead which I smoothed with the soft touch of my fingers. He was hot to the touch, almost feverish and my heart ached for him. This man, so complicated with so many layers, I didn't know how to understand him or how much I truly do and even if that was right.He looked tired and so vulnerable as there were dark circles beneath his eyes. I ached to see him like this, my eyes stung as I thought that he was here, looking like this because of me. This mountain of a man shielded me with his body so I won't get hurt. He saved me by putting h