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Instead of saying anything, I stand and walk toward the refrigerator, hating the way a shudder pulses down my spine the moment I have my back to him. His eyes burning a hole right through me as I pull open the freezer compartment and find the pot Mariana bought for me.

My stomach twists at the thought of sharing it with him. I grab two spoons out of the drawer and return to my seat, placing it between us. My gaze remains on the granite countertop, but I can feel him watching me. “I assume it’s your favorite flavor?”

I meet his gaze and shrug. “One of them.”

“Eat up, then.”

I arch a brow. “What about you?”

Adrik shakes his head. “Not an ice cream fan, but I’ll watch you.”

The odd look in his eyes and tone of his voice eradicates my appetite for ice cream. “On second thought, I’m not hungry.” I stand, but Adrik’s hand clasps around my wrist, stopping me from moving away.

“Sit down and eat it, Eliza.”

I glare at him. It doesn’t matter whether it’s in bed or here at dinner, he always has to dominate the situation. Coaching myself to remain calm, I sit down and pull the lid off the ice cream, hating the way my skin crawls at his attention.

As I delve the spoon in to what should be a delicious scoop of ice cream, my stomach churns. I lick some off the spoon, but feel unnerved by the psycho watching me. “You realize it’s off putting being watched?” I ask, glaring at him.

He smirks. “Would you prefer I put it on my cock and make you lick it off?”

Heat unfurls in my gut and spreads through my veins as I stare at him. “No.”

“I would.” He stands then and unzips his pants, sending a zing of need right to my core.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

This man is a monster. He’s taken me against my will and yet I can’t seem to help want him sexually. It’s sick.

I glance toward the kitchen door. “Not in here. What if—”

“On your knees,” he orders, his voice unrelenting.

I swallow hard as I look into his dead eyes, wondering what turned this man into such a monster. Monsters aren’t born that way, they’re made.

“Adrik—”

“Now,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Or I’ll force you to them.”

I swallow hard and reluctantly sink to my knees, hating the shame and heat that winds its way like ivy through my body. It’s all consuming. Adrik glares down at me as he grabs the ice cream off the counter and then spoons it onto his huge erection, his cock jumping at the contact of cold on his hot skin.

“Lick it off for me, baby girl.”

I swallow hard and then lick the ice cream off the tip of his cock, the sweetness mixed with the precum beading at the tip. My stomach clenches and the need becomes almost impossible to ignore as I wrap my lips around his shaft and suck it clean.

Adrik groans, staring down at me with those cold eyes of his. There’s no doubt he gets off on my submission, as his cock swells in my mouth. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now, let me give you more ice cream.”

I release his cock from my mouth and he spoons more onto his skin, hissing at the coldness.

“Suck it all off.”

I wrap my lips around him again and suck, moaning at the sweet taste mixed with the salty, masculine taste of him. It’s sick that this is getting me wet. Sick that anything this man does to me has any effect other than repulsion.

“You’re doing so well, sucking daddy’s cock.”

My pussy clenches as the need becomes overwhelming at the use of that word. It doesn’t suit this man. He’s not protective or caring. He’s the opposite of what a daddy should be, but he seems to get off on the kinkiness of the name being used. It’s weird, but annoyingly enough, I enjoy it.

I feel the desire take over my hatred as I let his cock slide into the back of my throat, making him groan when it does. Breathing through my nose, I take him in and out of it, pleasuring him without even being told to.


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