Chapter 21: Chapter 21 Not interested in Romance.
His manhood, having a mind of its own, responded to the touch—pulsing with rhythm, hardening more through the surface level.
Adrian, on seeing the responsive attitude of Daniel, let out a smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Whether it was genuine happiness or just a façade, Daniel had no idea. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him lose his senses.
"You see, no faking it. You can’t stop the attraction in you, and your body proves it. You’re aroused by me." Adrian spoke with a tone of victory while removing his hand.
Whether it was to flaunt the power he had over Daniel or something else, Daniel couldn’t tell. But to him, it looked exactly that way.
He was fucking trying to rile him up—trying to show that Daniel’s body would always betray him, no matter how defiant he acted.
Daniel shook his head. He wasn’t about to let Adrian claim that glory. Oh no, he was going to ruin it.
"Oh spare me the so-called attraction. Who in his right mind wouldn’t get stirred by someone just touching his manhood?" Daniel threw the question, and it wiped the smug smile off Adrian’s face instantly.
"You captured me, bought me, gave me rules and regulations, and now you expect me to fall in love with you? Oh Adrian, this is the real world, not some novel or movie," Daniel deadpanned. And just a glance at Adrian showed that his words hit harder than a knife.
Adrian had had enough. Standing before him on the bathroom floor, he unleashed his pheromones.
"If you want to be treated like a whore, then that’s what I’ll make you." Adrian declared, and the cinnamon scent pressed its crushing force down on Daniel.
"Your body, your mouth, your soul, and your ass belong to me. No one is allowed to take your virginity. As for that little boy who touched you—I’ve already ordered his head." Adrian spoke coldly, making Daniel’s body churn with terror.
The Alpha pheromones dragged him down, forcing him to his knees. It hit him in places he couldn’t even understand. And yet—he resisted.
Please God, don’t let my heart cave in now. Because as Adrian spoke, it was giving him signs, and he knew pheromones could rile up an omega in heat to the point of surrender. But Daniel swore he wouldn’t cower. Never.
"In your dreams, Adrian. You can go ahead and kill me, but unless you force yourself on me, I, Daniel, will never allow you to touch me. And I’m dead serious about it." Daniel spoke with authority and finality.
To Adrian’s dismay, Daniel didn’t crumble—didn’t beg to be serviced or fucked like a normal omega would under crushing pheromones like his.
"What’s happening..." Adrian muttered, stupefied at the turn of events.
Daniel stood unaffected, though the heat still weighing on him made him somewhat vulnerable—but not broken.
"You really thought your decaying pheromones would affect me?" Daniel attacked, his glare searing Adrian.
He was playing with fire, but he didn’t care. This was gambling, and Adrian was too enamored to actually kill him. Daniel would use that to his advantage. And if Adrian thought he was one of those stupid girls who cooed over men that kidnapped and assaulted them—only to fall in love with their abuser—he was dead wrong.
Daniel wasn’t that girl. He wasn’t called stubborn for nothing.
Adrian’s face changed. If not for his control, he would have exploded right there.
Daniel had questioned his masculinity when he tried to arouse him, insulted his scent by calling it a decaying corpse.
The audacity. Just because Adrian had gone soft with him, Daniel thought he had the right. Too much freedom—time to clip those wings. No one insulted him, and his sex slave wasn’t an exception.
"This bath is over. Get out and put on your clothes." Adrian ordered, his voice tight. Daniel’s face burned with curiosity.
Was he angry? That was his problem. But wasn’t he supposed to punish him instead of letting him go?
"Sorry, Adrian, but I don’t repeat clothes. At least if I’m trapped here, let me look fashionable." Daniel proposed—not a command, but a firm request without a trace of begging.
Adrian was amused by his confidence. So he didn’t know the crime he just committed—questioning Adrian Valez’s masculinity, the highest offense punishable by death. But no, Adrian wouldn’t grant him death. Something worse awaited.
He said he didn’t believe in romance? Well, let’s see if that still held when he begged Adrian for rescue. But first—make him feel safe. That’s how you lowered your target’s guard.
"Haven’t you heard the saying? Beggars can’t choose. They collect whatever crumbs are handed to them."
"So you, Daniel, are a beggar here—and should be satisfied with simple clothing or even rags." Adrian concluded.
He began to wonder what was taking Jake so long. The man was supposed to be here with what Adrian ordered, but still wasn’t.
Jake, Jake, Jake. That man was testing his patience. And Daniel wasn’t helping either.
"You didn’t bring me here to beg for clothes, did you? Or doesn’t the powerful Adrian Valez have enough money to buy proper outfits even for his slave?" Daniel mocked.
Calling himself a slave left a bitter taste in his mouth, but it was strategy—to spite the arrogant prick.
"Watch that tone. This is your last warning. You’re getting too comfortable. This isn’t your home—you’re a slave here." Adrian remarked, stepping closer, pheromones still thick in the air. But Daniel stood his ground.
"My master’s home is also mine. Or where should I go? Back to the villa, into the arms of the stunning stranger? At least there, I was treated like a princess." Daniel said, gazing at the air as if lost in thought about the memory.
CRASH!
A window and mirror shattered, glass raining across the floor as Adrian’s shoe smashed into the wall—just inches from Daniel’s body.
Whether it was intentional or pure luck, Daniel couldn’t tell, but his chest leapt in panic.
The crack across the glass wasn’t small. That shoe wasn’t just sharp—it was deadly.
That psychopath... Daniel exhaled internally.
"You don’t speak of another man in my presence. That is forbidden. Make this mistake again, and I’ll slice off your fingers," Adrian threatened.
Daniel shuddered.
"You wouldn’t dare. You need me alive and unhurt," Daniel bravely retorted.
But Adrian only chuckled darkly, like the devil he was. Daniel really thought he had leverage? If Adrian could kill his own relatives, who was Daniel?
"If I can slice off the hands of my brother, who are you to me?" Adrian sneered. A cold shudder wrapped Daniel like a coat.
"And remember this—before you get too comfortable. It’s your face and ass I need intact. The rest of your body? I can strip it piece by piece until nothing remains." Adrian declared with a chilling smile.
Daniel’s throat went completely dry. Words failed him.
"And don’t worry about the clothes. I know exactly the type you’d want, so I ordered a set in advance." Adrian purred, grabbing his phone from a couch opposite the broken mirror.
Daniel sat frozen, still unable to process those words. Killing him was nothing to Adrian. And here he was, thinking he had leverage when he had none.
Still wrapped in the bathrobe, he sat on the bed’s edge, the silence heavy. Staying in the same room with Adrian made his skin crawl.
Comfort here? Impossible. Over his dead body would he ever simp for a murderer who clearly needed therapy.
As the suffocating silence dragged on, a knock broke the tension.
Adrian, still on his phone, didn’t move. Daniel went to open the door.
Jake stood there, carrying a golden tray with a glass of milk and cookies drizzled with honey. His eyes darted inside—landing on Adrian—and he gulped hard.
May heaven be with him...