I love a challenge, and Eliza will regret ever speaking those words. Her body arches toward me as she gets closer to the edge. I break the kiss and search those beautiful brown eyes of hers, knowing I’ve never met a girl more stunning than her. “Call me daddy,” I breathe, my cock pounding harder and faster.
I’ve always had a kink for girls calling me daddy while we fuck. Maybe it’s part of my sickness. The idea of hearing Eliza call me it drives me wild, but she just glares at me instead. It’s not going to be so easy to get her to comply with my demands.
I bite her lip between my teeth hard enough to break the skin, making her yelp. Her eyes dilate further as I lick the wound, tasting her blood. It’s primal and desperate as my release closes in on me, driving me harder and faster. The rhythm gone as I lose myself in her, tearing her apart like the animal I am.
She cries out as her muscles clamp around my cock and she climaxes, spasming beneath me with such intensity. Her breathing is labored as her cheeks flush a deep red. I bury my face in her neck and groan as my release is all consuming. Every pump of my hips draining more and more cum until she’s filled to the fucking brim.
I’ve never felt so primal before. This need to breed her driving me crazy. When I finally remove my face from her neck and look at her, I see the tears shining in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. Something inside of me tightens. A small sense of discomfort at seeing her pain and I don’t like it. Pain has always been my speciality.
I push off of her, pulling my cock out and rolling off of the bed. Without a word, I march into the bathroom and slam the door, resting my back against it. I have no humanity. It died long ago, so why the fuck do I feel bad for the anguish written all over her face?
13
ELIZA
I’m not sure how many days pass by all the same like someone has hit repeat and I have to live the same day repeatedly. Adrik hasn’t taken me to any events since I tried to escape, and he also hasn’t allowed me to return to my bedroom. I ache for the familiarity of it at least to ground me.
The worst part of the day is always the end when Adrik returns home and takes me roughly before showering and falling asleep by my side. I hardly sleep while he’s in the room. It’s like my days have turned to nights and vice versa.
The sun is dropping in the sky, warning me that before long he’ll be back. A shudder races down my spine at the thought. Normally, Mariana comes with my dinner around about now. It’s like clockwork every day, and I’m sick of it. A prisoner in the home I’ve lived in for years with no hope of escape.
I sigh heavily and force myself to get off the bed I’ve been lying on practically all day. The helplessness of my situation makes me feel numb and heavy, as if someone has tied weights to all my limbs, making it difficult to move.
Clawing myself over to the window takes a lot of effort, but I force them open and gaze out onto the grounds, trying to infuse my weary body with some kind of hope. I wish Papá hadn’t taken security so seriously, as all the windows have bars on the outside to ensure no one can break in.
They also make it impossible to escape. The spring air is heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass as I take a deep inhale. Moping in this room is getting me nowhere, but it’s so hard to find any positives in my situation.
The lock on the door clicks open and I turn, expecting to find Mariana with a tray of food. Instead, I’m staring right into Adrik’s soulless eyes.
He tilts his head at an odd angle when he sees me. “Good to see you up and about.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re back early.”
Adrik doesn’t comment as he shuts the door and locks it behind him with the key, sliding the key into the inside of his jacket pocket. “We’re going out tonight. The question is, can I trust you?”
I swallow hard, the prospect of escaping my prison cell both alluring and yet terrifying. “Where are we going?”
He pulls off his tie and chucks it on the chair before removing his jacket and shirt.
For the first time, I take in the lines of his lean yet muscular body and the tattoos covering every inch of skin. It’s in this light I notice the scars that they cover. Jagged and ugly scars across his abdomen and arms. Something catches in my throat as I wonder how he got such terrible wounds.
Adrik notices me staring, eyes narrowing. “We are having dinner with the mayor of the city and his wife.”
I swallow hard and return my gaze to those terrifying eyes. “The mayor?” My heart pounds hard at the thought of having to engage in polite conversation over dinner, acting as if I’m Adrik’s doting wife.
“Yes, is that a problem?” He moves his hand to the button of his pants and takes them off, getting completely naked with no shame. His cock semi-hard between his thighs.
I force my eyes away from him. “I’m not very good at acting.”
His jaw clenches. “Well, get good at it or just keep your pretty mouth shut.” He nods toward the bathroom door. “Get in the shower.”
My stomach clenches at the order. “I already washed,” I lie.
“Don’t lie to me, Eliza. You haven’t washed your hair for days.”
Heat prickles through me as it’s true. I haven’t exactly been keeping up with my personal hygiene. It’s not been top of my list, since I’d rather put my husband off than be fresh and clean for him. However, it doesn’t keep him away, anyway.
“How long have I been in here?” I ask.