Adrik’s eyes flash with some undetectable emotion. “Seventeen days.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding a little harder. “What date is it today?”
“May tenth, why?”
It feels like all the blood drains from my body as I stare at him, realizing I’m five days late. Surely this monster can’t have already got me pregnant. I shake my head, forcing my features to remain calm despite the chaos rising inside of me. “No reason.”
A muscle in his temple pulses. “Get in the shower, now.”
I swallow hard at the dominance in his voice and nod, walking past him into the bathroom. The thought of washing in there with him makes my skin crawl as I turn on the faucet to allow the water to run warm.
Adrik follows me inside and leans against the sink, watching me. “Clothes off. You can’t shower in your nightgown.”
I shiver as I drop my nightgown to the floor, followed by my underwear, hugging my arms around myself as if they’ll protect me from the beast standing a couple of yards away. My skin crawls as I force myself to look anywhere but at him. The last thing I want is to encourage this son of a bitch.
And yet I can feel his eyes on me, burning a hole in my skin.
Once I see the steam rising into the air, I step into the shower without a word, hoping he doesn’t get in with me.
It’s a foolish hope, though, as he is quick to join me. I don’t turn around to look at him, keeping my focus on the wall in front of me. Tension coils through me as he sets his hands on my hips and pulls me against his muscular chest.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs into my ear, the hard press of his cock incessant against the curve of my ass. “I need to be inside of you.”
That statement should make me sick to the stomach, but perhaps I’ve become more desensitized to it as he takes me again and again. In fact, when he fucks me, it’s the only time I feel good. Every single time without fail, he’ll not stop until I’ve come apart.
“Turn around,” he orders.
I do as he says, staring up into the heartless monster’s eyes. A sense of excitement pulses between my thighs as my treacherous body has learned to crave his touch and the way he makes me feel. Perhaps that’s what happens when the only enjoyment I get each day is to climax, no matter how badly I wish it wasn’t him making me do it.
“Will you call me daddy yet, baby girl?” he asks, nothing but coldness in those eyes.
My thighs clench at the thought, but I can’t call him that. The moment I succumb and call him that, I know I’ll lose myself. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, searching his eyes. “No.”
A flash of irritation courses through those blue-flecked hazel eyes. “How about if I make you?” He caresses my body, his hands moving over my nipples with excruciating gentleness.
Exhaustion coils through me as I find the fight to reply. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Hasn’t anyone taught you it’s dangerous to push someone who has nothing to lose?” He nips at my earlobe, sending a thrill right to my core. “I can hurt people you love.”
Those words are like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped over my head.
Lila.
He’s talking about Lila. I shudder, as she’s the only one that’s still vulnerable in all of this. “No,” I say, tears prickling my eyes.
“Yes, I can take everything from you if you don’t do as I say.” His lips move down the length of my neck in a kiss. “I’ve been patient, but I won’t wait any longer. Call me daddy.”
My nostrils flare as I glare at him through my unshed tears, wanting nothing more than to claw at him, hurt him in any way possible, and yet now he’s threatening my baby sister.
“I know deep down you want to call me daddy as badly as I want to hear it.”
My body trembles as he slowly drags his fingers down the front of my body and rubs my clit, making me jolt closer to him despite the hatred coiling through my gut.
“Let me hear it.” He places his tattooed hand at my throat and squeezes slightly. “Now.”
“Daddy,” I mumble.
He groans. “Say it louder and like you actually mean it.”