“Well, duh,” I mumble, lying, still hiding beneath the satin sheet.
“Your heart rate has quickened and become more erratic, which would suggest you have not.”
I yank the sheet down. “I have seen a penis. I just don’t normally have them shoved in my face at eye level,” I huff, glaring at him and his penis before pulling the sheet back over my head.
With one swift tug, the sheet is yanked clean from me.
I gasp. “What are you doing?!” I screech, curling in on myself to try and protect my modesty.
He stands there with the sheet now covering his dick, still holding out a metal cup of something.
“You didn’t like my penis being on display. I covered it. Now drink this,” he demands, pushing the cup closer to me.
I sit up, one hand trying to cover myself.
“And now I’m half naked,” I argue.
His eyes slowly travel over my body. “I can see that. Drink this,” he adds, giving the metal mug a little shake.
I take it from him and sniff, immediately recoiling from the hideous smell.
“What is this?” I ask, holding back the urge to retch.
“An elixir to help you sleep.”
I sniff it again. “Why would I drink anything you give me when you strapped me to a chair and drugged me?” I press.
“Because you are here. In my room. In my bed. And while you’re here, you are mine and will obey my requests,” he says in a foreboding tone.
I swallow, catching the hint of threat from him; a slight glimpse of the monster that lies dormant within him surfacing.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I press the cold metal cup to my bottom lip and open my mouth, knocking it back in one big gulp. I shudder at the horrific taste.
“Tastes like feet,” I grimace, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth as I fight the urge to regurgitate it immediately.
He takes the cup from my hand and places it down before he removes the sheet from around his waist and, with a swift flick of his wrist, has it delicately draped over me.
A yawn escapes me, and my lids start to feel heavy.
“It’s already working,” I mumble around another yawn.
I feel the bed dip to the side as he lies back down. Unable to keep my body up, I lie down beside him, feeling my body relax and melt into the mattress.
I curl up on my side facing him, my hand under the pillow. I stare at him, blinking slowly as I try to fight it a little bit longer.
“Don’t hurt me,” I mutter, a final plea.
He turns his attention to me as it becomes harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
“Never,” he answers, as my eyes flutter closed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LUCIAN
Sleep called me,my body needed to slumber, and yet it did not find me.
I found myself enthralled, utterly captivated, watching her sleep. Her soft breaths and light snores, the way she mutters incoherent words as she dreams...
