She’s turned on right now by me treating her like nothing more than a toy. I reach between her thighs and rub my hand through her slick cunt, groaning when I feel how wet she is. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”
I thrust a finger inside of her and fuck her with it. Although this started out about my pleasure and my rage, I can’t help but want to witness her come apart with my cock in her throat. It’s not something I’m used to, wanting to give pleasure.
Eliza relaxes more, her throat taking every thrust as I fuck us both toward orgasm. Her nostrils flare and I see the telltale signs she’s going to come apart long before she does. The tension that racks her entire body and the way her chest rises and falls with more frantic breaths as she inhales through her nose, still taking every inch of my cock down her throat.
“I want you to come for me with my cock lodged down your throat, like the naughty little cock slut you are,” I order, holding eye contact with my pretty little angel.
Her eyes flare with anger and desire as I quicken the thrust of my finger and use my thumb to rub her clit. If she had hoped to stem the tide, she fails as her body starts to spasm. Her pussy gushing over my fingers as she orgasms for me. A desire to bury my head between her legs claws at me, and yet I know that is a step too far. Never in my twenty-four years of life have I ever gone down on a woman. I have my reasons, even if it may seem selfish.
My cock swells and then I’m erupting down her throat with the last thrust, burying every inch in her mouth and pressing my balls to her chin.
She chokes as cum and saliva spill from her mouth, and finally, once I’ve spent every drop, I relent, allowing her to slump in an exhausted heap on the bed.
Eliza takes long, gulping gasps of oxygen as she wipes the mix of saliva and cum from her chin. Her eyes are a glazed still from the pleasure I gave her and the tears that the lack of oxygen forced from her eyes.
I should walk away and put some distance between us, but instead I lie down on my back and put a tentative arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me.
Eliza stiffens against my side before slowly relaxing as she rests her head against my chest. The intimacy of the moment makes my heart thunder fast beneath her ear, and I wonder if she can hear it.
My discomfort soon eases as I hear her breathing deepen as she slips off to sleep. I dare to glance down at the beautiful creature in my arms and I feel a pain clawing at my chest. She’s so utterly beautiful and innocent, the polar opposite to me. And I’m slowly breaking her apart and corrupting her in ways I wasn’t sure were possible.
Could I win her heart as I claimed I intended to in the beginning? Do I even want it?
I fear that the fact my mind is even going there is a blaring warning sign. Eliza Estrada is trouble and I need to stop obsessing over her.
21
ELIZA
As I stare up at the ceiling in Adrik’s room, I can’t seem to stop replaying the events of the night before over and over like a broken record.
There was something terrifying and yet insightful about the way Adrik tried to choke me in his sleep, as tears ran from his eyes and down his cheeks. Until that moment, I didn’t believe monsters could cry.
Whatever happened, the day a psychopath murdered his mother is the key to his darkness. It’s the reason he’s so fucked up and utterly inhumane. And I don’t know why I’m so desperate to solve that mystery and understand the man I’m shackled to. Maybe it’s because I have nothing better to do with my time.
I can’t scrub the image of him on top of me with my blood smeared over his muscular, tattooed chest and the look of raw desire in those blue flecked hazel eyes, and it forces me to clench my thighs together. He fucked me like a savage last night, and I enjoyed every second, which says something rather disturbing about myself.
It should be an image that sickens me, and yet I think I’m losing myself to the madness. And then after that, in the early hours of the morning, as if choking me in my sleep wasn’t bad enough, he silenced me with his cock and it was rougher than he’s ever been.
My fingers delve between my thighs at the memory of his savage throat fucking, finding how wet I am. I groan, my fingers delving inside as I remember the anger in his eyes when I questioned him about his mother and then again, when he practically tried to choke me on his cock. I’m still aching from the need he ignited, and I hate myself for it.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Eliza?” I say out loud to myself, knowing that I’m losing my sanity, as I pull my hand away from my pussy and roll out of the bed.
That’s when I see the pregnancy test on the nightstand with a simple note.
Take the test.
I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. He can fuck off. It’s obvious I’m pregnant and I don’t need the test to tell me. If he wants me to take it, he can force me.
It’s almost midday and I need to get my mind off of Adrik and what he’s doing to me. Somehow I need to find some normalcy and return to the world of the sane. My fingers skate over the healing cut above my collarbone. If I don’t want people to know what he’s been doing to me, I’ll have to wear a turtleneck sweatshirt.
I shower first, washing the scent of Adrik off of my body. It’s a good place to start if I want to get my mind off of my tortured and twisted husband. And then I get dressed, picking a rather boring looking turtleneck sweater and skirt to wear. After all, I’m not allowed out of the house. I hate that I can’t even phone Lila at the Academy since Adrik took my cell phone the moment we were married.
I swallow hard and wonder if I’ll get away with sneaking into his study and using the phone in there. It’s been over a month since I last spoke to her, before Adrik murdered our papá.
It’s quiet in the house as I trudge down the corridor and toward the stairs, descending into the huge hallway. This house never felt that homely, as it’s too big, nothing like our casa in Reynosa, which was large but the rooms were intimate, almost cozy, but it feels emptier than ever since Adrik tore it from my family.
Mariana notices me and smiles as she dusts the mirror in the main hall. “Hey, Eliza. How are you today?” I see the sad twinkle in her eyes at asking me that question. She knows I’m living in hell, but she’s too polite to acknowledge it, or too scared of Adrik. I’m not sure which it is.