It’s a phrase I know to be truer than any in this world, and yet the pleasure he’s giving me makes everything hazy.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my breathing becoming uneven as that pressure becomes almost unbearable.
He tilts his head as he watches me from above. “You know, by holding on and not letting yourself come apart, you’re merely prolonging this.” A dark smirk twists onto his lips. “Not that I’m opposed to fucking you for as long as possible.”
His logic is maddening as I glare at him. All I want is to deny him everything. Although my body has other ideas as it becomes impossible to hold on. “You’re a sick bastard.”
“Maybe,” he says, quickening his fingers moving over my clit. “But you know I’m right.”
I shut my eyes, unable to look at him as the pleasure crests inside of me. My thighs shudder and he slams into me harder, working my clit with maddening skill.
“That’s right, Eliza. Make that cunt come for me.”
I clench my jaw as I don’t want to do anything for him, and yet I’m powerless to stop it.
“Oh God,” I cry, as my orgasm tears through me. The intensity of it is so overwhelming I can hardly breathe. My eyes shoot open and I face the vision of Adrik above me, quickening his thrusts. His jaw clenches tight and sweat drips down his inked chest. He leans down then and sinks his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder, groaning into my skin.
I feel him release deep inside of me to my horror, knowing that at this moment I could end up pregnant with the offspring of a monster.
“Take every drop,” he growls. “You’ll get pregnant soon enough, Eliza.”
I shudder. It’s a horrifying prospect.
Adrik straightens, and there’s nothing in his eyes other than cold detachment. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and then jumps off of the bed. The pleasure that had torn through me quickly wears off and then the pain between my thighs returns and the ache in my chest makes me feel sick.
I watch with unshed tears in my eyes as Adrik dresses in his suit with his back to me. The last thing I want is to show him how much that encounter broke me.
Once he’s dressed, he glances at me over his shoulder. “You’ll remain shackled until I feel I can trust you to roam the house alone.” His jaw clenches as his eyes move over my body for a moment. And then he leaves me spread wide open with his cum dripping out of my pussy and the sheets no longer covering me.
The floodgates open the moment he shuts the door behind him. Tears fall relentlessly down my face as I struggle to come to terms with my new reality and the grief that threatens to tear a hole inside of me. I’m living in a nightmare with no way of waking up.
8
ADRIK
“Sir, we’ve received word from Mexico that our first drop will arrive tomorrow night,” Budimir says, approaching my desk. “How do you want to handle it?”
I run a hand across the back of my neck, knowing that despite Santoro’s confirmation they intend to honor my claim to the throne, there’s always room for them to double-cross me. “Where is the drop?”
“The docks.”
It’s where I’d expect the drop to be, and yet it puts me on edge. “Thirty men stationed around the meeting point.” I glare at Budimir. “All of them must be armed and ready for a retaliation.”
Budimir arches a brow. “Do you believe Don Pablo is playing you?”
I shake my head. “No, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
There’s no use making the mistake of trusting them off the bat. They need to prove that they can indeed embrace me as the new leader of their North American operations, even though I’m not even Mexican.
Eliza has become a shell of the woman I met since I fucked her on our wedding night six nights ago. I haven’t touched her since. In fact, I’ve tried to stay as far away from possible, as I don’t enjoy seeing her the way she is, even if I’m the reason for it.
Some would say I’m evil for taking what I needed from her the way I did, and yet to me it was best to rip off the band aid. The quicker she learns her role in my life, the better for us both.
“I’ll ensure we have the men and firepower stationed at the meeting point.” Budimir tilts his head. “Will you attend, sir?”
I nod. “Of course, it would look weak for me to hide away.” If I know anything about the cartel, it’s that they’ll take advantage of weakness the moment they get a whiff of it. Don Pablo won’t be glad that there’s a Russian running his operations north of the border, even if his cousin was getting sloppy.
“Is there anything else you need?”