Chapter 19: Chapter 19 He fucked you didn’t he??
Adrian kept staring at Daniel’s face, his mind lost on those small, delicate lips.
The shape, the fullness—everything about Daniel’s mouth was undeniable, and to Adrian’s surprise, he wanted to taste it. He wanted to feel the ecstasy of kissing him, but Daniel clearly wasn’t in the mood.
He was shivering, wondering why he was on the cold marble floor again, and it didn’t help that Adrian was pressing him down this time.
"Adrian, you’re crushing me," Daniel protested, his voice tight.
Adrian’s expression instantly shifted into a frown.
"Your scent... why is it coming out now?" Adrian asked, leaning dangerously close. He pressed his nose against Daniel’s neck, inhaling deeply, drawing in that soft fragrance drifting through the air.
Daniel panicked the moment he heard that. Fear surged through him—his lifelong secret had been discovered. If Draven had ignored his identity as an Omega, Adrian was a different kind of man—one waiting for the right opportunity to pounce.
"I don’t know... must be the perfume I used. I don’t wear cheap ones for a reason," Daniel tried to deflect, his voice shaky.
But Adrian only smirked, refusing to move. He pressed his body deeper against Daniel, forcing him back onto the floor.
"First of all, you had no scent before, which was suspicious. I assumed maybe you had some defect. But now—after leaving another man’s house—you suddenly smell different? That’s too suspicious." Adrian’s tone was flat, deadly.
Before Daniel could respond, Adrian yanked him up and flung him onto the massive bed.
"No!" Daniel’s panic shot through him. What was he planning?
"Stop it, Adrian! I told you it’s just perfume... I got it from that man’s place!" Daniel defended himself desperately.
Adrian’s eyes had shifted—dark, primal—and that look alone made Daniel tremble. Old memories surged back, memories of how he was almost raped years ago before a mysterious gentleman saved him. Now this moment felt far too similar, something he never wanted to relive.
"I told you, I’m scentless! I don’t even know my rank—Alpha, Beta, whatever. I have no clue! What else do you want from me?" Daniel spat bitterly, his hatred flaring. Just moments ago Adrian seemed almost gentle—why did he flip so suddenly?
Adrian moved forward, his stride deliberate, his body exuding raw appeal. To any other eyes he looked sexy, irresistible—but not to Daniel. Fuck hormones, he thought. He didn’t care about Adrian’s body. His safety came first.
"The scent coming off you is rose and lilies," Adrian’s voice cracked as he tried to hold himself back. "That’s the same distinct scent I smelled when I first entered the villa. Which means... the man there touched you."
His eyes blazed.
"You let a stranger touch you—even after I purchased you for myself and my satisfaction." His words burned with fury, his gaze turning into an inferno.
Daniel swallowed hard. Why had he forgotten Draven entirely? Their cuddling, the sex, the way Draven’s scent had wrapped around him—of course Adrian would notice it now.
He was doomed. Trapped. And worse, Adrian’s talk of ownership enraged him. He wasn’t some property.
"I’m a living being, Adrian! You can’t treat me like I don’t have emotions! And what you said about me being with a man—it’s not true. But even if it was, it’s a free world. I can fuck whoever I want, and nothing will happen!" Daniel spat, each word sharp, meant to cut. He needed Adrian to understand his boundaries. Daniel Lancaster was not a product.
Adrian froze mid-step. Then, slowly, his features hardened. His eyes turned ice-cold, all warmth vanishing.
"So... because I’ve been lenient, you forgot what you really are. Just a sex slave." His voice was a death sentence. "Now I’ll remind you where you belong."
Daniel’s stomach sank.
"You’ll be stripped and washed in the middle of headquarters. When your scent is washed off, you’ll be tested—your virginity checked. I was assured you were untouched." Adrian’s laugh was dark, cruel.
"God help you if you’re not. If that man took your first kiss or your virginity, you’ll be flogged—sixty strokes of the cane." His decree was final. Then, without looking back, he strode out, leaving Daniel trembling in the dark room.
Daniel’s entire body shook. Publicly stripped? Bathed? Flogged? His stomach churned.
Grrrrr.
His tummy rumbled painfully. He was starving, weak... but food wasn’t even his biggest problem. He needed the suppressant to mask his scent.
Draven’s overwhelming smell still covered him, but it wouldn’t last forever. If his true scent leaked, he’d be outed as the male Omega who could carry children. In a mafia zone like this, he’d be turned into their amusement. That chilling thought drove him into panic.
"I need to escape," he whispered to himself. "No matter how impossible... staying here is just waiting for the inevitable."
But before he could even think of a plan, the door burst open. A tall, familiar figure stepped in, aura darker than before, intimidating enough to freeze him on the spot.
Adrian.
"He fucked you, didn’t he?" Adrian’s words cut through the silence like a blade.
Daniel’s eyes widened. What the hell? Hadn’t the conversation ended? He needed food, not more baseless accusations.
"I don’t know what you’re saying! First, you threatened to humiliate me, now this? What other messed-up thing are you going to say?" Daniel snapped, his patience gone.
"Stop acting like a baby and make up your damn mind!" His frustration burst out. But before he could move further, Adrian shoved him back onto the bed. Pain shot through Daniel’s lower body, making him yelp.
He had controlled it earlier, but this time the ache came sudden and sharp. His ass still throbbed—Draven had destroyed him thoroughly.
Daniel froze. That reaction alone would give him away. No tests needed. How the hell was he supposed to explain that pain?
In one swift motion, Adrian grabbed him, dragging him close until their faces almost touched.
"Well then... bathing you now wouldn’t be such a bad idea." Adrian’s dark eyes locked onto Daniel’s emerald ones.
Daniel struggled against his grip, but Adrian lifted him effortlessly, slinging him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.
"Put me down! Let me go, Adrian!" Daniel screamed, thrashing. He couldn’t let his scent wash away.
"You do know you’re the only one who calls me Adrian, right?" His tone was chilling, almost casual. "Even my parents don’t say my name carelessly. And anyone in my crew who dares? I mummify them alive."
Daniel’s blood ran cold. Lucky... or cursed? He wasn’t sure anymore.
"When I’m done with your body and your ass, you’ll learn—you’re mine. Mine alone."
Adrian carried him into the grand bathroom, filled a massive glass tub with water, and set Daniel inside. Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves, his hand reaching for a sponge.
Just breathe, Daniel, he told himself. He’s delusional. You’re not his property. You belong to no one. And even if you chose someone—it wouldn’t be him. Why choose at all, when there are varieties?
But his thoughts shattered the moment Adrian’s calloused hand slid toward his middle...