You Are Mine

A new threat

Adrian was not joking when he said he would feed me—literally. Of course, I should have known because, since when did Adrain start joking. I had neither the strength nor the will to stop him as he fed me the waffles I had made with some blueberry syrup and freshly made orange juice.

And as if it was not bad enough that he was feeding me like a child, he insisted I sat on his lap while he fed me, which would not be so bad if he at least let me have even underwear on. But apart from the lack of clothes, sitting on his lap was oddly soothing for my sore butt, he wrapped one hand around me to hold me from falling, and the other fed me.

"You know I can feed myself, don't you," I asked after he put a fork of waffles in my mouth.

"Doesn't matter," he said gruffly and took a bite of food too. He swirled it in his mouth and made a hmm sound after savoring the taste.

"You like it?" I tilted my head and asked.

"It's good," he shrugged, "but that does not mean I want you to cook again."

Suddenly I was reminded of why I was mad at him in the first place. "Why?" I asked sharply.

"Because it's not your place to do any chores, there are more than 20 household staffs, choose one to do what you want, but I will not have you cooking" he paused to take a sip of juice, "or doing any chores,"

"Well, that's not my problem because tomorrow, I'm making my breakfast again." I blurted, making sure he saw the scowl on my face.

"Nicole," he warned, without bothering to pay attention to the arrows I was shooting at him through my eyes.

"Also, I'm done," I took a glass of juice and downed it in one swig at least that would keep me full until I was no longer upset.

"You have barely eaten anything," he held me tighter, as I moved to stand up.

"All thanks to a certain husband." I gave him a toothed smile and tried to push off him again, but of course, his grip only tightened.

He gave a small smile, that made him even more handsome and made me boil even more. He took the waffle and brought it to my mouth again. "Have a few more bites,"

"I said I don't want to," I turned my head away and folded my arms across my breasts.

"You will," he said with a note of finality. He used the hand that was holding me to push my folded arms apart, "I did not say you could cover them up." he said gruffly, eyes lingering on my pert n*****s.

"You're the worst, you know," I bit back, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my tone.

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and I shivered at the way it warmed my belly to hear him laugh. "I have been told that so many times, it does not matter anymore," he brought the fork to my mouth again, and pulled me closer with the other hand, "now open up."

It took every muscle in my body to hold me back from rolling my eyes as I opened my mouth to let him feed me. At least I could throw him all the dirty glares my eyes could give.

"You look cuter when you pout," he laughed, and a glib remark almost spilled from my lips, but I clamped my mouth shut remembering the very fresh pain on my butt. "Also," he continued, "since I'm a very loving husband, and you cook so well," he smirked, and I scoffed, "I'll allow you to make breakfast on some days."

My eyes brightened, and I looked at him with a smile, "You will?"

He nodded and pushed a blueberry past my lips. "On one condition, you can only make breakfast for me."

"Narcist," I muttered low enough so he would not hear.

"You don't seem so happy," he said and took a blueberry too.

"I am, I love cooking, so thank you." I smiled.

After the most unconventional breakfast with Adrian, he lifted me in his arms again and carried me to the bed. I wanted to yell how the bed was only a few steps away, but I couldn't bring myself to hold back from savoring the warmth of his body on mine, or his strong arms holding me close, or the spicy scent of his cologne that only made me drowsy.

"Would you look at that, he finally let me walk on my own," I taunted as he dropped me at the foot of the bed.

"Not for long," he half smiled, "you need to rest,"

"That's all I have been doing since I came here," I protested.

"And yet you have not had enough rest, you still look tired," he brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, "also you need to rest after we play."

I was sure I would never understand why he would hurt me only to offer so much comfort soon after. I thought of asking him why or what he enjoyed from inflicting pain, but that was a topic for another day, and that day might never even come. For now, he was right, I did need to sleep.

"Can I at least wear my clothes back?"

"No," he said simply, and I wanted to ask him why but I already knew how that his answer would not change, so there was no point. I turned around and crawled on the bed, ignoring the lustful way his gaze swept over my body.

"Lay on your stomach," he suggested.

I did as he suggested, and it took a good effort to not let my hand wander behind to see just how sore I was. He hovered over me for a few minutes, and although I could not see his face, I could feel his eyes over me.

After a few minutes, he pulled the covers over me, up to my back, and I closed my eyes quickly when he walked over and leaned down, so close that I could feel the warmth of his face hovering over mine. I wanted more than anything for him to kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he brushed my hair back and pressed a small kiss to my forehead before turning back and leaving the room.

A wave of disappointment and tiredness swept through me, and I forced myself to sleep, despite the stubborn part of me telling me to disobey him and jump out of bed to do whatever I wanted as usual. At least it felt nice to obey every once in a while.

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Adrian's POV

I slammed my office door shut and threw my phone across the couch. I trudged over to the bar and took out a bottle of scotch, I would need a drink to calm these feelings rocketing inside me. Maybe it was rage over that asshole Ricco or the frustration that had been building in me since the day I met her. But deep down, I knew the answer to that.

It had always been her. From the first day, I saw her in those mini shorts and skimpy tank top that left nothing to the imagination. It was her laugh, her simpleness, the way she jumped into her father's arms in excitement, her childish but still polite apology, her soothing voice not to mention her beautiful face, her innocent body that was made to be f****d, punished, and the taken care of. She was perfection in every f*****g way, which would explain why I had been hard since the day I met her.

How I had been able to control myself and my throbbing c**k, up until now, was a miracle I would never unveil. She was the very definition of a defiantly innocent woman, and I would push her to her highest limits but I would not take that innocence from her until she gave it to me. As much as I and my c**k hated the idea.

I had never been known to be a good man, hell many that came across me wished they had met the devil first, yet with her, I felt the urge to protect her. To protect her from me, from my world because I know too damn well it would destroy her. I should not have brought her here, but that was why it was called being selfish, right?

I wanted her, and I took her, without thinking about how it would change her life. Maybe I was even worse than the monster many thought I was, but I would protect her from every asshole, from myself, not so much. I know I cannot trust myself to not fulfill the primal urge to remind her who her master is, every time she talks back, every time she defies me, and she seemed to enjoy doing that a lot.

I slammed the glass on the table with a thud and filled it to half with the scotch in my hand. After draining the glass in one swig, I filled it again and went around my table to sit. For now, I had to get my mind into something else that was not my beautiful wife upstairs sleeping naked in my bed. My c**k twitched in disagreement, but I shut its complaints with another swig of the scotch.

I took out my phone and dialed a call to the lawyer taking care of my father's case.

"Tell me something good William," I growled into the phone.

"Good afternoon boss..." he said, and I slammed my fist on the table.

"If I wanted a greeting, I would have gone to do some charity at the mall, f*****g tell me what's going on with my father's case," I yelled in anger.

"Well, boss," he hesitated, and I already knew what that meant before he continued. "they have more witnesses, they keep turning up with more evidence every day, and it is getting harder to keep it down. If we do not work fast, they will prevail at the hearing,"

"And who do I pay an outrageous amount to stop that from happening?" I barked.

"I'm sorry boss, I really am doing everything I can, we have sent countless compensations and gifts to silence more witnesses, but someone keeps making our efforts futile,"

"What the f**k does that even mean?"

"I think someone is pulling the strings," he said carefully, and waited for a second for my reaction, "they have enough power to control the police so it's harder for us to have contact with your father, or pass vital information around freely."

"Get me more information on that, and by the information, I mean every detail up to their blood type. I think it is time to pay a visit."

"I will boss, but I think our best option is still the judge. No matter what they do, as long as we have the judge where we want him, your father will definitely be released in a few months."

"Do you think I do not f*****g know that?" I barked, "do what you f*****g have to and make sure the ground is clear for him when it's time, I'll do what I have to."

"Yes, boss,"

"And Wiliam, I want that information before the end of today."

"Today, but that's too..." I ended the call before he could continue his protests, and tossed my phone on the table.

I already knew who it was that would dare cross my father like that. There was only one asshole with no regard for the power my father holds in the game, but I needed William to help me confirm my doubts so I could teach the bastard a lesson with no doubts or guilt.

Since my father's arrest, Ricco had been a pain in my ass, and it did not help that he was not just anyone that I could finish off in a few bullets. If I killed him just like that, it would cause a war I was not yet ready for, but if he thought I was helpless in the matter, he had something else coming for him.

As for the cops, I would just have to remind them of the many favors that had been done to them and how dangerous it would be to offend my father. Maybe I needed to pay Detective Kenan a small visit.

I knew nothing in this world would make her happier than a visit from me, and nothing would make me more disgusted than to be around her, but I had to do what had to be done. I picked up my phone ready to shoot her a quick text using my famous pickup lines, but Anderson pushed past my door and strolled in.

"Some people would have knocked," I gave him a sharp look and put my phone away.

"Not me brother," he shrugged and took my glass of scotch, draining it, "besides you know I do not come into this depressing hole, without a reason," he said, looking around the almost dark room. The windows were open, but just like my room, everything was painted in the darkest shades of the darkest colors, just the way I loved it. For others, it was depressing but for me, relaxing. I could only imagine what Nicole thought about it.

"My choice of colors and designs is none of your business," I growled.

"I know that," he dropped the glass and started pouring himself another shot, "but some color would be nice, you have a new color in your life, I hope she can throw some colors in here too."

I tilted my head and looked at my brother. He was only two years younger than me and had been my best friend and right-hand man, since forever. We were the perfect resemblance of each other but of course, I was more handsome and a little taller, but he had a younger look and a daring personality. A truly spoilt brat and he was the only one that ever got away with being sarcastic with me.

I did not even bother to pretend that I did not play a huge role in spoiling him, but I guess that's the perk of having your big brother as your best friend.

"'I do not know what you're talking about, but why are you here?" I asked, shifting into work mode.

"Yeah, whatever, I'm already sad, and I haven't even been here five minutes."

"Anders," I warned, with a scowl.

"Okay, okay," he raised his hand in defeat, "We have the man that led our last operation,"

"The one we lost?" I asked

He nodded and was about to speak, but I raised my hand to stop him, "I do not want to hear a thing about it. Losing 10M was bad enough, do not remind me."

"Alright," he shrugged, "I just thought you would like to hear that the man in charge was not our man,"

"What?" I rose from my seat with urgency.

"I thought you did not want to hear it," he turned to leave.

"Stop playing with me Anders," I warned.

He turned back to me, "He was sent by Ricco, from what I gathered so far."

"That bastard," I said through gritted teeth.

"We have him in the basement, he needs a stronger arm to force him to spill." Anderson gave me a knowing look.

I picked up my phone and tossed it to him. He caught it in a swift move and c****d his brows, "I'll handle him, send Detective Kenan the most romantic text you can think of asking her to meet at the golden waters tonight."

"Going on a date?" he taunted with a coy smile.

"Shut up Anders."