Page 5 of Taking Adalisa (Montgomery Syndicate #2)

ADALISA

S itting on my bed, I stare at the bracelet on my wrist. Should I take it off or leave it on? There’s no way he’s going to come by my house to see whether I’m wearing it or not before I go to bed.

I groan in frustration as I grab it. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want any of this, but here I am, contemplating it.

“No,” I mumble, ripping the bracelet off and placing it on my nightstand.

Standing up, I walk out of my room and toward the kitchen. There is no reason for me to even consider wearing it to bed.

But it’s your fantasy , my brain whispers.

I grip the kitchen counter as I take a deep breath. It is my fantasy, but I shouldn’t want it with Matthias. I don’t know him.

But you don’t need to know him right now. That can come later. You feel safe around him , my brain continues.

“Stop,” I mumble. “Just stop. I know I feel comfortable around him, but he knows so much about me. Things I haven’t told anyone. He knows too much and I know nothing about him.”

After getting a glass from the cabinet, I fill it with tap water and guzzle it down.

Hopefully, this will calm me enough that I’ll be able to go to bed.

I have to work tomorrow, and I don’t need to think about Matthias anymore.

When I finish the water, I head back to my room, taking my clothes off, and sit on the edge of my bed, my eyes landing on the bracelet.

Without thinking, I pick up the bracelet and put it on. Maybe someone else will know what this bracelet means and come give me pleasure in the middle of the night. I scoff at that thought. The only person who knows what this bracelet means is Matthias.

“Nothing is going to happen,” I tell myself as I crawl under the blankets and fall asleep.

“Shhh,” someone whispers. “Everything is okay. Daddy is going to take good care of you.”

I sigh as my right leg is moved, draping over someone or something.

“Such a good girl for me. Wearing that bracelet like I told you to,” he mumbles. “My good girl.”

Fingers trail to my breasts, gently massaging them. I moan, my head tilting back and hitting something warm.

“I’ve got you,” the man whispers again. “Just relax for me.”

Whimpering, I try to move my hand to hold his and bring it back to my breasts, but he quiets me. I want pleasure, and he was making me feel so good.

His hands trail down my stomach and straight toward my mound.

“Did you shave for Daddy?” he asks.

I nod, my eyes still closed as I let my dream play out.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he purrs as his fingers dip into my passage. “Always such a good girl.”

My thighs try to close as pleasure courses through me, but with how he positioned my right leg, I can’t. His fingers continue to slowly thrust in and out of me, building up my orgasm again.

“Please,” I beg, trying to move my hips so he goes deeper. “Please.”

His fingers leave me, and I whine. “You don’t get to move.”

I keep my hips still, needing him to give me all the pleasure he wants.

“Such a good girl. Stay still while Daddy slides into you.” His words come out as he takes my ear between his teeth. “You’re so wet for me, just perfect.”

He moves a little behind me, and he slowly starts to slide into me. My mouth falls open, a moan escaping as I stretch around him.

“Pl-please,” I clench around him as he settles inside of me. “Move.”

He hums. “I think I might stay like this for a little while,” he murmurs. “Let you feel me inside of you, but not give you any pleasure. Show you who is in charge, who will always be in charge.”

“No, please. I promise,” I whisper.

He slowly pulls out before pushing back into me at a painstakingly slow pace. My eyes flutter open as the tingles race through me. The darkness of my room is the first thing I see. I blink several times as he continues to thrust into me.

“Ma-Matthias?” I whisper.

“Shh, it’s me, Little bit,” he moans into my ear. “You wore the bracelet for me. Such a good girl.”

I move my leg, giving him better access to me as he continues to push in and out of me. Clenching around him, my head falls back as the tension builds in my core.

“Please,” I mewl.

Without warning, he flips me onto my front, raises my hips, and starts thrusting into me with force.

“Matthias,” I cry out, pushing my hips back.

He picks up his pace as his hand wraps around my waist, his fingers finding my clit as he continues to pound into me. My head drops to the bed as I fist the sheets, his fingers pressing my clit, moving in a circular motion.

“Come whenever you want,” Matthias groans.

My hand moves to my breast, cupping it as he continues to assault my clit with his fingers. Moaning, I clench around him as I push my hips back, wanting him to go in deeper.

“Come for me,” he commands as he pinches my clit, pushing me over the edge as he thrusts into me.

Screaming, I come apart around him. He follows suit with a yell of pleasure. I let the euphoria flow through me as he slowly thrust into me while the aftershocks hit me.

Matthias carefully pulls out of me, and I fall onto my side, taking a deep breath in as my body tries to come down from what he just did to me.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me, wrapping an arm around my body. “I’ll be right back.”

I mumble unintelligibly, my eyes closing as I feel him get off the bed. Where is he going? Why is he leaving so soon after he gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had?

“Matthias?” I attempt to turn my body to see where he went, but sleep weighs my body down, keeping me in place. “Matthias?”

The sound of the faucet running fills my ears, and my eyebrows pull together. What could he be doing with water?

“I’m right here,” he whispers. “I just went to get a washcloth for you.”

I hum and let him take care of me. I can be embarrassed about it tomorrow when I’m fully awake. This is the first time I’ve had someone clean me up after sex, and it’s kind of nice not having to do it myself.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Just let Daddy take care of you.”

And that’s exactly what I let Matthias do: take care of me. He’s gentle as he rubs the warm washcloth over my core and thighs, making sure to get every crevice.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praises. “Do you need to pee?”

“No,” I whine, not wanting to get up from the comfort of my own bed.

“I think you should,” his hand is on my hip. “Come on. Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

I lay there, limp as he tries to pick me up. If he’s going to make me go, I’m going to make it difficult for him. He’s going to have to do all the work. I don’t want to, even though I know I should. I just want to lie in bed and fall back asleep after having sex with him for the first time.

My eyes go wide.

Shit .

I flail my arms like a madwoman as I get out of his arms, pushing myself to the edge of the bed where it connects with the wall, staring at Matthias.

“You are really here,” I whisper, not taking. my eyes off him.

Shit .

I just had sex with him. I didn’t think he was actually going to see my bracelet and come in, but deep down, I knew it was a possibility.

“Yes, I am.” He smiles. “We just had sex.”

“You broke in,” I say in disbelief. “I locked my doors and windows.”

He sits at the edge of the bed, gazing at me like I’m his prey. I am. He has his eyes set on me, and there is nowhere for me to go. I can’t try to run to the door because I would have to get past him.

He’s too fast for that.

“You did lock it, but you really need new locks and a security system to keep you safe,” he tells me.

“It was far too easy to get into your house. No deadbolt on any of your doors. Do you know how dangerous that is? Anyone with a motive could get into your house and do anything to you. You sleep like the dead.”

“Like you did?” I look at him like he’s crazy.

He makes a tsking sound with his mouth. “No, not me. Why, do you think I’ve got bad intentions?”

I keep my mouth shut. I know he’s got bad intentions. With the aura he gives off and then breaking into my house. Let’s not forget him knowing things about me that I haven’t told anyone and dressing up like other people to come into my workplace.

Those are not normal things for a person to do.

“Cat got your tongue?” he chuckles. “I’m not a good man. I’m the stuff of people’s nightmares, but for you, you don’t need to be afraid of me, little bit. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

I want to believe him, but I’m having a hard time.

“Wh-what do you do?” I whisper, not knowing if I want to know the answer or not. “H-how did you break into my house?”

“It was quite simple. Your window doesn’t lock, even if you think it does. The latch doesn’t seal. It was easy to pop it right open, but no one would know that unless they were through your window,” he says nonchalantly. “But no one is going to do that. That’s my pleasure and my pleasure alone.”

My mouth hangs open as I stare at him. “H-how long h-have you been watching me?”

He looks into the distance, but for some reason, I know he already knows the answer. He seems like the type of person who would keep those things in his head.

“Several months now,” he replies after some time. “I first saw you walking down the street to work when I was watching someone for a job. You captivated my attention, almost made me lose the person I was following. I knew right then and there you were the perfect person for me.”

I take a deep breath in, my body feeling shaky with all the information. How have I not realized he’s been watching me? How could I not feel his stare on me as I went about my life?

“I’m not yours,” I finally reply. “I will never be yours.”

He smiles, cocking his head to the side as he looks at me. “We’ll see about that.”

I shake my head, pushing myself into the wall even more, wanting to get as far away from him as I can. But I’m backed into a corner with no way out.

Just how he wants me.

“Let’s go get you to the bathroom.” He holds his hand out, but I don’t take it.

I look between his hand and his face. Is he going to let me go if I put my hand in his? Will he kidnap me?

“Adalisa,” he growls. “Hand. Now.”

Before I can blink, my hand is in his grasps, and he helps me off the bed.

“I… Bad hand,” I look down at our joined hands.

I should not be this close to him at all.

“Good hand, and a good girl for following my order, even if it was delayed.” He leads me to the bathroom.

I glare at him as he stands in the bathroom with me. I look at him, waiting for him to leave so I can use the toilet.

“Go do what you need to.” He gestures toward the toilet.

“No way in hell am I going to go to the bathroom while you are in here. That is a line,” I cross my arms over my chest.

He takes a step forward, gripping my chin with his fingers. “There are no barriers between us. There is nothing between us,” he growls. “But this once, I will let you go to the toilet alone. Do not get used to it.”

I glare at him as he walks out, leaving the door wide open.

“Do not even think about it,” he says before I can move. “The door stays open. I’m not in there, but the door will not shut.”

I take a deep breath in and slowly let it out. I can’t do this. There is no way I can do this with him standing in my bedroom with the bathroom door wide open.

“If you need help, just ask. I will be more than happy to help you,” he calls out.

“Fuck you!” I yell.

“That can be arranged. You just let me know when and where, and I will be there.”

I growl in frustration, stomping my foot as I turn to look at the toilet.

“I can do this,” I whisper. “I have to do this or else he’s going to come in here.”

“Are you talking to yourself?” he asks.

Clenching my hands, I take another steadying breath and ignore him. He does not deserve my attention, not now and not ever. If I ignore him long enough, not wear the bracelet again, then he will eventually realize I’m not the girl for him.

“Chop chop,” he calls out. “Any longer and I’m going to come in there and help you.”

I quickly sit on the toilet and start peeing as I think about anything else but him being in my room and hearing me do my business.

I groan, placing my face in my hands. We were standing in the bathroom naked as we talked.

We were sitting on my bed talking as I was flashing him. How could I be so dumb?

“Oh, Little bit,” he whispers. “Everything is going to be all right.”

I scream as his hand touches my shoulder, not expecting or hearing him come into the bathroom.

“No!” I yell. “You are not supposed to be in here. You are not supposed to be able to hear me pee. You aren’t supposed to look at me.”

Matthias pulls my hands away from my face and cups it with his own. “This body is mine. You are mine. You will not do anything about it, you can’t.”

I shake my head, pulling my face from his hands and quickly cleaning myself up before standing up. “No. You can’t do this.”

He pushes me up against the wall, caging me in with his arms. “I can, and I will. You are mine, and there is nothing you can do about it.”