Lahat ng Kabanata ng I FELL INTO HIS TRAP: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

(Emily's POV)I should be doubting my life intentions, searching for an escape hole, or doing anything remotely constructive. Instead, I sat in the drawing room and looked after the sun sinks below the horizon with the Bible on my lap. The book was in Italian and was therefore unthinkable, but the words didn't matter. It was the divine consent I needed by this point in my life.The front door shut quietly, but it may as well have been banged, the soft click transmitting an edgy palpitation to the tips of my fingers. It couldn't be any clearer who just came inside if a marching band preceded him. The energy he held up rivaled the insidious screech in horror films as a glinting knife stabbed at its victim.Dimitri must have had a bad day at work. Or he still has not forgiven me for talking about his daughter in front of him and lecturing his ability as a father and as a forced wife.Stomach clenching, I picked up the book, opened it to a random page, and feigned to devoutly read. My bac

(Emily's POV)With a half-lidded gape, I scrutinized him lift my legs to pull my thong off. He threw away the cloth to the side, then seized the undersides of my thighs and hemmed them back toward my stomach. A flush ate up me at how exposed I was, but the warmth of his gaze on my sex, like he wasn't sure what to do with it preferably, surged a raw ache inside.I let my calves tumble to flicker the backs of his hands and instinctively stretch out my legs farther away. An agitated glimpse met my eyes before he lowered one of my thighs, ran two fingers across my clit, and thrust them inside of me.As hot coercion built up, I arched my back, a moan passing my lips. I grasped the edge of the couch cushion above my head, incapable to do anything but rock my hips against his hand to fondle the fire. Dimitri dropped my other leg, seized my face, and compelled my gaze to meet his. "Questo è mio." He punctuated the harsh words by scissoring his fingers inside of me.(This is mine)My eyes rum

(Dimitri's POV)As I opened my eyes I saw nothing, just darkness. I slightly lifted my head only to realize that my arms were wrapped around Emily's body.When I lifted my head, I saw that she was sleeping soundly. Her face was stuffed in my neck. I adjusted myself to look at her stunning face. I stare at her with amusement. Damn! She's so stunning with her messy hair. Her soft breast was kissing my biceps as she wraps her arm around my chest. After a few moments of staring at her, I pulled her naked warm body for a tighter embrace as I stuffed herself closer to my unclothed body. This feels so good.My eyes wander at the surroundings. Darkness cast the room in shadow, though a golden sheen surrounded Emily's sleeping form like a halo. The strange glow could be a trick of the light, but the night was a moonless one, meaning there wasn't any f*cking light. With a sense of annoyance, I conceded I needed to get my vision checked.Then the realization hit me.I sat up carefully on the be

(Emily's POV)The next day, everything is as usual. When I come down to the main floor, I can hear someone rummaging in the kitchen. They must be preparing for dinner.The house looks the same as always. My face looked the same in the mirror after I showered and dressed. The look of distressed. And yet, I feel completely different.For one thing, Dimitri is making me confused everywhere. He played with me in the fire as I was burned by his games. And it frustrates me to hell. Who is he doing this to me? He made me like this. He started this but he is rejecting me. He wanted me but as soon as he figure out about my virginity, he changed. He keeps avoiding me. He keeps his distance away from me. He was not saying anything about us. Is this a joke to him?I stopped in my trance as I was about to take a step on the first staircase.I did not see him today, no breakfast, and no lunch with him. They said, he had gone to the other city for work. God knows what kind of work he's been doing

(Dimitri's POV)I throw Emily down on the bed and I tell myself to go slow, to be gentle with her. But it's been months of waiting, months of longing. I've held myself back a thousand timeI can't do it anymore.I pulled her closer to my body while holding her face with one hand and crashed my lips to her lips. I started kissing her like a starved person. She immediately parted her lips only to feel mine pressing in intense, smooth but contained until her hands, with a mind of their own, took hold of me and everything accelerated.My other hand snaked around her waist as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, holding onto me for support as she is pulling me closer to her body and deepened the kiss.Emily's lips were like summer rain, pouring over mine as if they had the power to take away and give back life. My thumb was throbbing at the hollow of her neck, rubbing up and down, pulsing warmth as my tongue conquered the depths of her mouth, hungry, consuming, pulling her into t