His jaw clenches, and he shakes his head. “No.”
I stare into those unusual eyes of his for a moment, wondering what demons hide behind them buried deep within. Adrik obviously went through something horrific as a child when he witnessed his mother’s murder, but it doesn’t excuse who he is now.
He’s no better than the man that broke that little boy and killed his mother, as he’s repeating the cycle of violence, death and destruction.
18
ADRIK
When I wake, I’m surprised to find Eliza in the chair next to my bed, awkwardly hunched over as she sleeps. I thought for sure she would have left the moment I fell asleep.
Tightness constricts around my throat as I remember the pity in her eyes when I told her about my mother. Pity is for the weak and I’m anything but. I’m not sure why I told her, perhaps partially because I was high on anesthetic, or because deep down I want her to understand how I became this way.
Many people would say that psycho broke me that day, but I view it as the moment that made me. It ousted any ounce of weakness from me. I learned to toughen up.
Eliza stirs in the chair, her eyes flickering open. She looks like a beautiful angel until our eyes meet and that hatred she regards me with blazes to life. Then she looks like a beautiful demon ready to murder me.
“You didn’t have to sleep here,” I say.
She shakes her head. “I must have dozed off.” She glances at her watch. “I best go home. It’s four in the morning.”
“Come here first,” I say, holding my hand out for her to take. It’s strange that I don’t mind her touching me.
She takes my hand reluctantly, and I drag her over to the bed. “Don’t forget to be a good girl while I’m gone, okay?”
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip. “I’m not a child, you know.”
I chuckle. “Could have fooled me with your constant bratty attitude.”
Eliza’s eyes narrow. “I’m not sure what you expect.”
I grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to within an inch of mine, ignoring the throbbing pain in my abdomen. “I expect you to be a good girl for daddy.”
Her nostrils flare and there’s that flash of fire in her eyes that ignites every time I say that word. “What’s with you and that word?”
I don’t answer her, instead I pull her mouth to mine. The kiss is tender by my standards as I slowly ease my tongue through her lips, savoring the taste of her. My cock grows hard the moment she moans, the sound lighting me on fire.
What is it about Eliza Estrada that gets me so wound up?
I bite on her lip as I pull away. “Look what you’ve done, baby girl.” I move the blanket off the bed and show her the outline of my hard cock through the hospital gown. “Maybe you can take a ride before you leave.”
“I don’t think so.”
My hand tightens around her wrist. “It wasn’t a request. It was an order.”
Her eyes narrow as she searches mine. “How are you going to make me?” She yanks her wrist away from me and takes a few steps from the bed, putting some distance between us. “You’ve got a hand, relieve yourself.” With that, she walks right out of the hospital room, leaving me throbbing and hard.
I clench my jaw and remind myself to punish her for that the moment I’m back home.
Eliza will regret walking away and ignoring a direct order just so she could get one up on me now. My cock throbs incessantly beneath my hospital gown as all the terrible things I could do to her flood my mind. The thought of her covered in her own blood while I fuck her makes my body turn rigid as I try to stop the sickness creeping in.
Eliza is dangerous, because she makes the darkness rise to the surface. Desire isn’t something I’ve had to contend with and now that I do, it’s making the sick needs I’ve tried to bury come flooding to the forefront. I shut my eyes and ignore the pulsing need building in the pit of my stomach.
I can’t let my wife drag me into that hell, no matter how hard she tries to provoke me.
* * *
“Sir,they’ve cleared you to leave.”