My lips wobbled and I shut my eyes, letting his words sink into my broken heart. “You’re awake, little wife. Shall we continue?”
By the time I realised what he meant, he reached a hand out as he pulled down the sheets covering my lower body. The sudden, frightening struggle and hoarse crying filled the air, and I realised I was on the verge of panicking. “Don’t…! Please… don’t!”
Knowing my pleas wouldn’t work, I wanted him to stop. I wasn’t ready, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he pulled me to him by my throat, crashing his mouth on mine, devouring my struggles and crying. For some reason, I felt his warmth far more compelling than his coldness. My fingers tightly gripped his biceps, as strong and muscular as the rest of his body, and I took a deep breath in and stammered into the kiss. “Adrian…” He stilled against me, and I felt his fury instantly. I knew he didn’t like to hear the name of another man when he was going to devour me, but I had to do this.
Before he could do something worse, I quickly breathed out, looking at him with expectant and pleading eyes. “Let me… see him.”
“He’s dead,” he said monotonously. I could already tell he was pissed.
I swallowed the grief that came with the realisation. “I know… I want to know if he’s properly buried.”
“He is,” he muttered, and I felt relieved. At least Adrian got a proper burial. I couldn’t imagine him in that cold apartment. Did his parents find him? Or someone else? Did they know I was also missing? Did someone report me?
Icy touch clenched around my throat. “Is this your way of making me mad, Dolcezza?”
“No…” I exhaled shakily, forcing steel into my voice even as my body trembled beneath him. “Do whatever you want, like you said. But you want me to be yours, don’t you?”
His eyes narrowed. A flicker of something—curiosity, suspicion—passed through them.
“You think I’m obligated to hear your tantrums?” he mused, but I heard it—the shift in his tone, the momentary pause. I had his attention.
I swallowed, gripping onto that sliver of control. “If you want to break me, do it. But you don’t just want my body. You want all of me, don’t you?”
His grip on my throat tightened reflexively, a warning. But I saw the faint tick in his jaw, the flicker of amusement tainted with something else.
“I’m not expecting any gentleness from a monster like you either.”
His jaw ticked, and he scoffed.
“Very well then.” His rough, big hand landed on my thighs, and I sucked in a sharp breath before I was roughly shoved down. “Spread your legs. Show me how badly you want to see your dead lover.”
I glared at him, shame and humiliation coursing through my veins. I wasn't strong enough to fight him.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I swallowed my pride, forced my shaking limbs to obey, and parted my thighs.
Once this was all over, I’d show him hell. There was no way I could leave this place on my own. Once I was outside, I’d make a run for it.
I slowly opened my legs, averting my eyes from his sinful face to look at anything but him. “Eyes on me, Dolcezza.”
I gritted my teeth and lifted my eyes to him. He was towering over me, pumping his enraged manhood in his palm and biting down on his lips. His eyes focused on me, or my eyes, I could say. He hadn’t made any move to touch me, but I knew this relief was short-lived.
He grinned when I spread my legs as wide as I could, exposing myself to his hungry eyes, which only darkened by the second. “Fuck, here you are, dripping wet. Spread your cunt for me, little wife.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Betrayal of Own
I let out a cry. And it satisfied the extremely pissed man above me. His teasing, rough fingers ran along my inner thighs, burning my skin, but purposely avoiding touching me at the forbidden part. My hazy eyes raked all over him, from his defined collarbones to his exposed manhood. He stopped pumping, yet the organ was alive with life, standing erect, touching his navel.
The more he tormented me this way, the scarier it was getting for me to ready myself. Even though I had convinced myself that this was for my plan. A plan I’d execute once I was out of this goddamn mansion. But looking at him now, I wondered if he was playing with me.
Of course, he was. He always had. There was no doubt about how perverted and unpredictable he was when it came to situations like this, only if he’d get it over with.
My eyelashes trembled as I sucked in another breath. Strangely, my body started heating up for some unknown reason. Knowing human anatomy, I knew this was the response of the mind and my body, not my heart. I didn’t want this. I reminded myself again and again.
It was sinful how he seemed to know my body more than I knew myself. Because next moment, he cupped my core, rubbing it with the heel of his palm in tantalising slow circles, making my eyes widen and my fists clenched over his biceps.
Shit. No. I couldn’t feel it. I shouldn’t.
