10. Soren

Ifeel cold. Down to my bones, freezing cold. Despite what I said and did out there, I don't know how to feel about any of it.

My father heard me refer to a man as Daddy.

While I'm not ashamed of who Adonis and I are together, it doesn't mean the rest of the world needs to know about it. And given my father's nature, he will think of that as a weak spot for Adonis and use it against the man I'm coming to love.

"Whatever it is, it will be fine." Sally smiles at me as she scoops out a bowl of the stew she'd been cooking since long before I arrived. Pushing it towards me, she cuts up a toasted baguette and slides that over as well.

"What if it isn't?" I whisper as I blow on a spoonful of meat, potatoes, and veggies. Flavor explodes on my tongue as I savor the first bite, chewing slowly before swallowing and immediately going for a second. "This is delicious," I compliment as I dip the bread, soaking up some of the gravy before biting into it.

"Thank you, and I know it will. Mr. Lorde doesn't back down from anything. Whatever just happened out there will not deter him from getting what he wants." I love her confidence in the man. "Besides, if he doesn't make it better, then I'm sure my famous chocolate lava cake will do the trick." She winks when I giggle. "Dessert makes everything better."

As Adonis enters the room, the air becomes charged and crackles with his presence, and I want nothing more than to jump into his arms, wrap myself around his body, and never let go. But I don't know what he's feeling.

Sally diligently sets stew and bread across from him as he slips onto the stool next to me. He eats silently while Sally chatters away about everything and nothing. Talking about the menu for the weekend and asking me what kind of desserts I like until there's nothing left for her to do, and she leaves us alone.

Unable to handle the silence any longer, I blurt, "He's going to blackmail you."

"You think so?" His words come off casual; I can't get a read on him. I don't know what he's thinking as he sits stoically beside me. "What for?"

I glance at him, my eyes snagging on the scratch marks littering his chest. I can't help licking my lips as I remember doing that to him and what I did after. "He…uh…he'll want money or me, depending on what's on the line. My parents seemed pretty adamant that I marry that other man." I can't even recall his name now.

"Robert Stark," Adonis spits out.

"Yeah." I nod, blinking because I can't stop staring.

"Soren," he snaps, causing me to sit up straight and tear my gaze away from his chiseled chest. "You want something?" His mask is in place, purposely making it so I can't read him.

Manipulation.

It's something I know a great deal about. My own parents have been doing it to me for years. Always for their own gain, though. It has never once benefited me, but I think with Adonis, it just might.

Dampening my lips, I slide off the stool and step between his spread thighs. The swell between his legs is quite prominent; my man is ready for me.

"You're mine, aren't you?" I ask him as I reach across the counter for the paring knife Sally had washed and placed on the drying towel before leaving.

"Yes." He relaxes onto the chair, spreading his legs farther and holding his arms open. "What are you doing, princess?"

My breathing grows ragged as I stare at his chest. He has no idea of my plan, but he's going to let me anyway. That kind of trust is heady.

Exhilarating and addicting.

"I, uh, need…" Licking my parched lips, I draw the bottom one between my teeth, biting down until I taste blood. "There's something…wrong"—I glance up at him, tears in my eyes—"with me. I want…" I place the edge of the knife against his warm, tan flesh. "I think I'm broken," I mutter, hypnotized as I watch myself drag the blade down his chest. I don't apply much pressure, just enough so little dots of crimson peek out of his flesh.

"Yeah, princess, there is," he agrees, and tears fall from my lids, sliding down my cheeks as he grabs my hips and drags me closer before picking me up. Dropping me on the counter, he clasps the wrist of the hand holding the knife and brings it to his throat.

"No!" I gasp as I watch him gently draw it across, only enough for his blood to bubble to the surface, not even deep enough to scar.

"The only thing wrong with you, princess, is that Daddy hasn't had a chance to slice your pretty thighs and mix the crimson with the cream." I swallow harshly as my eyes slowly wander up to meet his.

Peeling the knife from my hand, he rips my shirt open, flicking the tip of the blade across a nipple before latching on and sucking it deeply. I cry out from the pleasure as his free hand slips between my thighs.

"Daddy wants to make you bleed, baby girl. Will you let me?"

"Yes," I hiss; there's no question. I'll do anything he wants.

"Beg me," he grunts against my lips. "Beg Daddy to make you bleed like a little fucking whore." Crude, crude words.

I should slap him for speaking to me like that, but I want to submit to him. "Please, Daddy, please make me bleed for you. Make me hurt for you." I'm drunk on lust for him.

I feel the cool steel blade against the inside of my thigh and cry out as my pussy convulses. Heat pools deep within me, and I know if he doesn't do it now, I just might cry for real.

"Oh, baby girl, you are so pretty when you beg me." His kiss is reverent this time. Worshipful and filled with every promise he's not voiced yet.

"Daddy Adonis," I moan. It's chasmic, coming from the tips of my toes and flushing my body with a desire so intense I feel myself coming as the sting of the blade cuts my tender flesh.

"Fuck, that's fucking hot. I knew you were a little pain slut, but, princess, this is next fucking level. Coming when all I'm doing is slicing you up." Biting along my throat, the sensation intensifies my orgasm, and I scream loud enough I hear Blue howling from where I left him upstairs. "Going to breed you right now, little girl. You'll let me, won't you."

A nod of my head is all I can manage. I'm lost in a euphoric haze, and I can't comprehend anything he's saying. I only know that I need him. "Please," I sob against his chest as he picks me up, carrying me upstairs, where he kicks Blue out and offers up even more pleasure.

Tossing me on the bed like I'm his own personal rag doll, Adonis strips off the pants he was wearing, leaving us both naked now. My mouth waters at the sight of him. I want to lick every muscular inch. Bite him, suck him in my mouth, and watch him come apart, but he won't let me. Not right now. I've made him feral. There's this primal glint to his dark eyes that hasn't been present before, and I just might die if he doesn't take it out on me.

I remain silent as he grips my ankles, prowling towards me on his knees, only stopping when his eyes roam over my sex. Licking his lips like he's about to eat his last meal, Adonis bends forward, places the pad of his tongue along my slit, and draws it up in firm strokes until he reaches my clit. Sucking the little bud into his mouth, my body bucks up off the bed, only secured by my ankles, where he's spread them wide open and pushed them up by my hips. I scream and cry as he abuses my sensitive nub until he finally releases me, turning his head and licking up the tiny, rich red drops on the inside of my thigh, then glaring up at me before returning to my pussy. Mixing the two fluids like he promised.

I whimper as he stabs his tongue into my core, taking control of every ounce of my body as he licks and flicks inside of me. Spearing me the same way he would with his cock.

"Daddy," I moan long and loud when he slips a finger between my ass cheeks and pushes on the tight ring there.

"Where do you want Daddy's dick, princess? ‘Cause he's about to fuck you so hard you're going to feel him everywhere." He bites down on my pussy, sucking everything into his mouth he can. "You want my dick up this tight ass? Or pounding your slick cunt so hard you'll beg me to stop? Or should I fuck that little mouth of yours? Make you choke."

Whining, I try to breathe through my panting. "You said-" My throat is dry from screaming. "You said you were going to breed me." Why do I want that? I'm so young. I haven't done anything with my life yet, but I can't help needing a piece of him inside of me.

Licking his lips, Adonis glides up my body, a glint of cruelty in his gaze. "I did say that, didn't I?" I nod as I watch him closely; he's unpredictable right now. I should be terrified, but I'm so excited. My body is primed for anything at this point.

"What will you do, Daddy?" I soften my features, relax my body, and tilt my head to the side curiously, turning up the na?ve factor that attracts him so readily.

"Oh, little girl, I see you." A smirk tilts his lips as his eyes roam over me. Lapping at my nipples, he sucks one deep into his mouth. My eyes close, and my body melts for him. He's still holding me wide open.

His cock prods at my entrance, and I wait for him to enter me, but he merely suckles at my breast, drawing out tingles from my nipples to my clit, making me feel like I'm about to come again.

"You want me to deep dick my sweet honey pot?" he growls as he switches to my other nipple, giving it the same attention.

"Yes, Daddy," I purr, arching into his body.

Hooking my legs over his arms, Adonis slowly grinds his dick inside me. It's both excruciating in his slowness and exciting because I feel everything. He's massive in comparison to me. The thick vein along his shaft pulses, and I can feel it like my very own heartbeat.

"Daddy," I gasp when he's fully seated, my body almost bent in half.

"Work Daddy's dick, princess." He's so deep that I feel him kissing my cervix, or what I imagine it is. Like this, there's no room for movement, so I use my inner muscles to massage him. Gripping my head on either side, he presses his to mine, our eyes locked. "I fucking love you, Soren." His eyelids close like he's in anguish. "I need you to remember that. Can you do that for me, baby girl?" Confused, I bob my head. "Good girl." His lips brush across mine, and the next thing I know, he's retreating before slamming back inside so forcefully I see stars.

I can't breathe; a scream of absolute agony gets locked in my throat. I've never felt pain like this before, and he does it again.

And again.

Lord help me. It hurts so bad I start crying, but my body sings. My mind and body are at war. An orgasm rips violently through me, and I must pass out because I don't remember anything after that.