Eliza moans loud, taking every single thing I do to her and fucking enjoying it. Would she enjoy it if I let go and showed her what a true monster can do?
I groan, unable to hold on any longer as my cock swells and my balls tighten. Her cunt spams around my cock and her entire body shakes with the intensity of her orgasm.
“Yes, daddy!” She cries, and that’s all it takes to unravel me. The dirty girl called me daddy of her own free will despite resisting earlier.
I shut my eyes and growl as I come apart, filling her with cum. I keep thrusting until I’m sure every drop is spent. Soon she’ll be pregnant with my baby and then there will be no doubt, I’ll well and truly earn the crown to the Estrada Cartel’s American organization.
15
ELIZA
Mariana arrives at the usual time the next afternoon, but I’m surprised to see she isn’t carrying a tray of food. “I’m here to give you a letter.” She passes it to me.
My brows pull together as I open the envelope and pull out the letter.
If you behave, I’ll let you have the run of the house.
Don’t make me regret this.
Your husband.
Mariana gives me a sad smile when I look up. “They have instructed me to leave the door unlocked. It’s good news, isn’t it?”
I swallow hard, unsure what it is. Is it a ploy to mess with me?
Adrik has gotten into my head in more ways than one. My body craves his touch, while my mind is repulsed by the idea. And yet, every night I come apart at his hands, our bodies joined in the most intimate way.
“I guess,” I murmur, setting the letter down on the bed. “Now what?”
“How about your favorite?”
I smile. “Nachos!”
She nods. “I’ve been told I can feed you whatever you want.”
A flood of relief coils through me as the salad and meat that’s come on a tray every day has been tasteless and boring as hell, as if it was another aspect of the torture he’s been putting me through.
I spring to my feet, but something in the back of my mind warns me to be cautious. Adrik isn’t doing this out of the goodness of his heart, since he doesn’t have one. There’s an ulterior motive behind it and I won’t fall for his tricks, but I also won’t deny myself a tasty meal and freedom away from this room.
“Come on,” Mariana says, clutching my arm and smiling. “I also got in your favorite ice cream.”
“Salted Caramel Core?”
“Of course.”
It feels like a weight lifts off my chest as I follow her out of the prison he’s held me in for almost three weeks. There’s nothing changed about the house as I walk through the corridors and down the stairs. The same home I’ve spent years living in with my family, but everything feels different.
A monster has torn its life and soul out, and I can sense it as I walk the corridors. The eerie quietness that once would have always been filled with laughter and chatter, even if it was just that of my papá’s men.
Mariana has already started preparations and a spread of dips and chips is ready to be assembled on the kitchen island. “I must admit, I miss cooking Mexican food.” She sighs heavily. “Adrik prefers Russian delicacies which I’ve had to learn from cookbooks.”
I swallow hard and grab a chip and dip it into the Queso, groaning the moment it hits my tongue and the flavors explode. “I haven’t enjoyed the food sent to me lately.” Mariana makes the best Queso.
She hits my hand. “No pinching, it’s for the nachos.”
I give her an incredulous look and she just laughs. “Okay, you can pinch a few.”
A comfortable silence falls over the room as I munch on chips and dip, while she puts together a huge helping of nachos. My stomach rumbles at the sight as she slides it into the oven.