“Good.” He reaches for my half-eaten fajita and takes a bite, groaning as he does. “I must admit, I could get used to eating more Mexican food. Mariana makes a good fajita.”
“I’ve had enough. You finish them.” I push the plate in front of him and stand, intending to leave.
His hand clamps around my wrist, and he drags me back onto the stool. “Where do you think you are going?”
I shrug. “I’ve finished eating, so I’m going to entertain myself elsewhere.”
He sighs heavily and puts the food down, glaring at me. “You’ll remain here until I’ve finished. As my wife, your job is to keep me company.”
“If I remember rightly, my job was explicitly to stay out of your way.”
His eyes narrow. “Don’t be smart with me.”
I grind my teeth. “Fine, I’m going to grab some ice cream.” I stand and walk toward the refrigerator, digging out the half-eaten pot of salted caramel core. My stomach clenches as I remember the last time I ate ice cream, that he forced me to lick it off his cock.
I grab a spoon and sit down next to him, and we both eat in silence. Once I’ve polished off the rest of the ice cream, Adrik is already finished, watching me like a hawk.
“Enjoy that?” he asks.
“Yes, thanks.”
He places a hand on my thigh and squeezes. “I bet it wasn’t as enjoyable as when you sucked it off my cock, was it?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Far more enjoyable, actually.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Such a naughty liar.”
Heat coils through me, partly from anger and partly from shame, as he’s right. I enjoyed sucking it off his cock, and it makes me sick. Sex with this man shouldn’t be so enjoyable, so addictive. “I’m not a liar.”
“You are, malishka.” He tightens his grasp on my thigh. “Because I saw the flash of the desire in your eyes at the mere mention of my cock. It was more intense than the way you looked at that ice cream.”
“Fuck you,” I say.
He grabs my throat suddenly, startling me. The flex of his fingers against my skin sending a wave of pleasure through me as I still feel the bruises he inflicted last night. “I thought we’d got past this childish behavior.” His grip tightens. “And yet you still have to push me, don’t you?”
I shake my head. “Why do you enjoy choking me all the time?” I rasp out.
He gives me a menacing smirk. “I get a kick out of feeling your pulse quicken beneath my fingers.”
“That’s fucked up.”
He moves his lips to within an inch of mine. “If I’m fucked up, then you are too, for enjoying every single second.”
I don’t deny it, as there’s no point. I enjoy the depravity he’s dragged me into. It’s electrifying and basically the polar opposite of what my life had been up to now, predictable and boring and controlled.
He releases me, flexing his fingers. “I shouldn’t be so rough with you, not now…”
“I’m pregnant, not sick.”
One eyebrow arches. “Are you saying you don’t want me to stop being rough?”
“I’m saying I expect nothing to change.”
For a few painstaking moments, Adrik stares into my eyes as if he’s lost in them and I feel my breathing labor at his attention. Those eyes still have the power to leave me breathless from the sheer coldness of them. I’ll never get used to looking into them and not feel that spine-tingling fear.
“Should I expect things to change?” I ask, knowing that if I don’t break the silence, I might go insane.
He shakes his head. “I can’t be sure.”