Chapter 16
MADALINA
“ I want to talk to my father.” I scowl at him as I get up from the bed and walk toward him.
“You need to calm down.” he places the tray of food that Greta has prepared for me on the desk by the window and I immediately sweep my hand across the surface, knocking it to the floor.
“ Fuck you! ” I spit at him like a feral animal.
“You need to eat, it’s not just you that you have to think about, now.” he wipes my saliva off his cheek with two fingers, calmly taking a seat in the corner of the room. “I understand that you feel upset and deceived, but you must realize, that I’m your husband and I know what's best for you.”
“You think having me chained to a fucking bed is what’s best for me?” I look down at the shackles that his guards have attached to my wrists. “Dario, you're crazy. Keeping me chained in here like an animal is almost as inhumane as tricking me into getting pregnant.”
“I’m ensuring that you don’t do anything stupid. I can’t have you leave here, not now that you are responsible for something so precious.” He stands up, and comes toward me, placing his hand on my stomach and smiling to himself. I have to ignore the warmth that his touch spreads over my skin and remember how fucking mad at him I am.
“This is a blessing, Madalina, and until you start treating it like one, I have no option but to detain you.” He’s calm and collected, and I want to tear his face off.
“Do you have any idea how fucked-up what you’ve done is?” I ask, shaking my head and feeling all that disappointment come flooding back again.
“Fucked-up, but necessary.” He smiles sadly. “Stress is one of the most common causes of infertility, I needed you to relax and trust me,” he admits, with his hand still resting on my stomach.
“So, what have I been taking all this time?” I ask him curiously
“It’s a fertility drug that they give to women struggling to conceive, it boosts your ovulation and is perfectly safe. I would never have put you in danger.”
“A fertility drug?!” I feel my heart start to beat way faster than it should. “Jesus, you really did go the extra fucking mile.” I laugh sarcastically through my tears.
“Please don’t swear, you know I don’t like it. I’ll be considerate of your condition but don’t think that I won't punish you,” he tells me calmly and I back away from him and sit on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want to keep you in chains, Madalina, I want us to be how we were.” He sits beside me and softens his tone to a whisper.
“How? How can we ever go back to that? I didn’t even like you then. I was just trying to make this work.” I lie because I can’t admit to him or myself that I was starting to feel something for him.
“Do you want to hear me say that I’m sorry? Because it would only be words. I’m not sorry that you’re pregnant, at all. It’s something I have wanted for a long time.” His words confuse me, but then everything about this mess is confusing. “I just want you to let me take care of you both.” He slides his hand onto my thigh in the way I was beginning to enjoy, but I shove it away.
“I don’t even want to look at you.” I turn my back on him, and when he stands up, I feel his lips press into the top of my head and it makes me want to sob.
“Don’t mistake my tolerance for weakness, Madalina,” he warns, before stepping out the door and leaving me shackled to the bed.
Dario’s guards have ensured I have just enough chain to take myself to the bathroom, and when his housekeeper brings me up a fresh plate of food an hour later, she doesn’t make eye contact with me or say a word. She just places it on the desk and cleans up the mess I made of the last one, from the floor before she leaves me to stare at the walls and wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this mess.
I leave the food where it is, I’m far too angry and upset to consider eating, not to mention that horrid taste that's been in my mouth for the past few days putting me off. It’s not until the house maid comes up with yet another tray a few hours later, I realize that it’s dark outside. I’ve been chained up in this room way longer than I thought.
She replaces the tray and leaves, once again refusing to look at me. I wonder if it’s because she knows that what Dario is doing here is wrong. Even if she did, it wouldn’t matter, everyone is scared of him, and right now I have to admit that I’m scared of him too.
I watch some TV to pass the time and when I hear footsteps coming toward my door, I hate myself for wanting it to be him.
Dario steps inside wearing a tank and some shorts. From the way he’s sweating, I’d say he’s either been for a run or spent time in the gym and when he looks at the desk and sees I haven’t eaten he shakes his head in disappointment.
“That’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner that you’ve skipped,” he points out, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You can’t starve yourself, you have to think about the child you–”
“I don’t want to think about anything.” I shake my head and close my eyes when his hand gently slides up my leg and rests on my thigh. “Don’t. Don’t touch me like that.” I shake my head.
“Madalina, you are my wife, I can touch you however I want,” he reminds me with a smile that looks more sad than menacing.
“I’m mad at you,” I tell him, trying so hard to make him understand that what he did wasn’t right.
“I know, but I still want to take care of you. I want you to eat. I want you to feel good again, and we both know what makes you feel good.” His hand moves up over my jeans and he pops the button on them so his hand can slip under the waistline.
“Dario, I told you…I’m angry.” I hate that my clit is pulsing for his touch, this man is a fucking monster and yet my body is still craving him.
“Then tell me to stop.” He skims his finger over the lace I’m wearing and when my hips automatically raise to feel more of his touch, I try harder to fight my natural instinct.
“You're so beautiful, Madalina, even more so when you're trying so hard to be stubborn.”
He moves his hand away and I gasp in pure frustration as he rounds the bed and picks up the tray from the desk.
“Eat and I’ll let you come.” He places it down on the bed beside me. “I had Greta make your favorite.” He gestures his eyes to the salmon salad that's on the plate and I shake my head despite my mouth starting to water.
“Come on, be a good girl for me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better.” He picks up the fork and stabs at some lettuce and the salmon before raising it to my mouth. “Eat what’s on this plate and I’ll give that hungry, little pussy what it needs. Love me or hate me, Madalina, you're not stubborn enough to deny yourself that.”
I want so much to toss the plate of food at him and tell him to screw himself, but the emptiness inside me, combined with the pulsing of my clit, has me opening my mouth and accepting what he offers. While I chew I snatch the fork from his hand, there’s no way I’m going to let this fucker feed me, and I continue to eat the rest of the plate by myself while he watches in satisfaction.
I had no idea how hungry I was until I started to eat. And as much as I hate to admit it, Dario was right, the nasty taste in my mouth seems to go the more I eat.
“Good girl.” He strokes his hand through my hair as he takes the empty plate back to the desk, then rejoins me. “Stand up,” he orders, and although I’m scowling at him, I do as he says.
“Let’s get you out of these jeans.” He shoves them off my hips and drags them to my ankles then, remaining on his knees, he kisses my thighs while his hands slide over my ass cheeks. I close my eyes as he crushes them and spreads them apart. As his kisses move closer to that spot where I need him most, I lose all my senses and fist his hair in my hands.
I enjoy the way his hands feel on my body, despite how much I hate him for what he’s done. His kisses get more desperate as he drags my panties over my legs and lets them drop to the floor, then wrapping his strong arms around my thighs, he holds me steady as he flicks his tongue against my clit.
I forget to be mad. I forget about everything that’s wrong with this new life I’ve been forced into as he edges me closer and closer to that pure pleasure I’ve become obsessed with, and when I can’t contain it anymore I look down and see that he’s watching me. He’s watching me come apart for him despite all he’s done and I know how much he’ll be getting off on it.
I hold his face tight to my pussy as I come all over his tongue, whimpering helplessly and knowing that I’ve let myself down. I’ve barely finished before he scoops me up in his arms and lays me out on the mattress, pulling down his shorts and hooking my legs around his hips.
“Wait.” I push my hand into his chest. “Should we…I…I mean is it safe?” I don’t know why that seems so important, I never wanted the baby that’s growing inside me, and the fact I feel the need to protect it suddenly feels overwhelming.
“I’ll be careful. And it’s perfectly safe, I already checked,” he assures me, with a hint of a smile on his face that isn’t clever or smug. “I would never do anything to hurt you or our baby. You should know that.” Grabbing my chin, he makes sure I know he means it. “I want to be inside you. I meant what I said last night. I really did miss you. I’ve craved this body so much while I’ve been away.” There's something in the way he’s looking at me that makes me believe him. “And you may hate me right now, but you know I can make you feel good.”
I’m so angry at him, and yet I know he’s right.
I nod my head, and as he slowly pushes his cock inside me, I feel that relief flush all my anger away. With his hand still cupped around my jaw, I feel the tension in his fingers as he fucks me with slow, gentle thrusts of his hips that seem so different from any of the times before. If I didn’t know the man better I’d think it was his way of saying sorry. Not that I’d accept it, what Dario has done is unforgivable.
“You are going to let me take care of you, now. No more stupid rebellions. No more threats to leave. I don’t want to keep you in chains,” he whispers, and I nod, figuring that the best way for me to escape all this is to make him think he’s won. The same way he did to me.
“Good girl.” He slides his hand between us and gently strokes my clit, ensuring that I come for him a second time before his body stiffens and he growls out his own release.
He lifts his head from where it’s fallen into my neck and I swear I see a little adoration in his eyes when he smiles at me.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” He reaches inside his gym shorts and takes out a key so he can release the shackles from my wrists.
“You need to sleep.” He kisses my forehead, surprising me when he pulls back the covers on the bed and climbs in beside me. His arm wraps around me, pulls me tight to his body, and rests his chin on my shoulder. “Everything will be okay now,” he whispers, sliding his palm over my stomach protectively, and while he drifts off to sleep I lie awake and assess the risks of playing Dario DeMarco at his own game.