Chapter 36

The door closed behind me with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. Adrik led me down the dimly lit hallway, his steps measured, unhurried—like he had all the time in the world. I followed in silence, my body weak, my mind screaming.

When we reached the room, he stopped, turning to face me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes burned with something dark, something dangerous.

“Get on your knees,” he said, his voice smooth, commanding.

My breath hitched. My fingers trembled.

He took a step closer, towering over me.

“Unbutton my pants.”

A slow, suffocating silence stretched between us.

And I realized—this was the price of my freedom.

“What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, shaking.

His lips curled at the edges—not quite a smile, more like a shadow of amusement. He took a step closer, the scent of his cologne intoxicating, his presence suffocating.

The room felt smaller, the walls closing in, trapping me in the silence stretching between us. My heart pounded so loudly I wondered if he could hear it.

Adrik tilted his head, watching me like a predator savoring the moment before striking.

“I gave you a choice,” he murmured. “You said you’d do anything.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into trembling fists.

“But…” My voice faltered.

His eyes darkened, amusement flickering in their depths. He was enjoying this. The fear. The hesitation. The power he held over me.

He leaned in, close enough that I could feel his warmth against my frozen skin.

“Joy,” he whispered, dragging out my name like a warning. “Do not test my patience.”

My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. The heat of his gaze burned into me, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. He thrived on this—on my submission, on my helplessness, on the quiet fear tightening in my chest.

I swallowed hard, forcing my fingers to work. The cold metal of his belt sent a chill through my skin, but my mind was a storm, screaming for a way out.

The belt lay forgotten on the floor, but Adrik’s eyes never wavered from mine. The weight of his stare made my skin prickle, a silent reminder that hesitation wasn’t an option.

“Quickly,” he said, his tone flat, impatient. “I don’t have all day.”

Taking out his member, I stared, my breath catching in my throat. How does this thing even fit inside me?

Adrik chuckled, low and dark, as if he could read my thoughts. His fingers trailed along my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.

“You’ve taken it before,” he murmured. “And you will again.”

I swallowed hard, my entire body tensing. There was no hesitation in his movements, no doubt in his mind.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice smooth, laced with dangerous amusement.

Adrik didn’t hesitate. He gripped my jaw, his touch firm yet controlled, and forced me to take him. My breath hitched, my mind screaming even as my body remained frozen in place.

A shiver ran through my body.

His low groan sent a shiver through me, but there was no pleasure in it for me—only the cold, crushing weight of powerlessness.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers tightening just enough to remind me who was in control.

Adrik’s fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back with no care for the sharp sting that shot through my scalp. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark amusement gleaming in his eyes as he claimed complete control.

Without warning, he moved—merciless, unrelenting. My body jolted from the force, my breath hitching as I struggled to keep up, my throat burning, my vision blurring.

“Take it,” he murmured, voice smooth yet filled with dominance.

A low, animalistic sound rumbled from his throat, a dark, primal satisfaction that sent a fresh wave of fear crashing over me. His movements grew relentless, unforgiving, leaving me struggling to keep up.

“Breathe Through your nose,” he ordered, voice edged with amusement and warning.

Without warning, a sharp sting landed across my cheek. Not hard, just enough. A warning.

“No teeth,” he murmured, his grip tightening as he resumed his pace, never giving me a moment to recover.

He continued for what felt like hours, unyielding, relentless.

As if my body already knew him. My body reacted in certain ways I couldn’t understand.

Suddenly, he released inside my mouth. A wave of nausea hit me, my body recoiling instinctively. I wanted to spit it out. To turn away.

But Adrik didn’t allow that. His fingers pinched my nose, cutting off my air. My eyes widened in panic as he leaned in, his voice low and commanding.

“Swallow.”

My chest tightened as I struggled against the suffocating pressure of his grip. My lungs burned, the need for air warring against the revulsion twisting my stomach.

Adrik’s eyes never left mine—cold, commanding, daring me to disobey.

Tears blurred my vision as I gave in, forcing myself to swallow. The moment I did, his hold loosened.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, tracing his thumb over my trembling lips. “Let’s go take a bath.”