Judas pulled back just enough to look at me.
His stormy eyes searched my face, the disappointment and fury swirling in them freezing me in place. He wasn't yelling-no, Judas didn't need to. His silence was more terrifying than any outburst could have been.
"You don't listen, do you?" His voice was low, deadly quiet. A whisper of menace that coiled around me like a snake. His hand slid up from my hip, moving from my arms and then sinful fingers curled tightly around my jaw and forced me to look at him. "You take my warnings very lightly, don't you?"
The raw edge in his voice made my breath hitch. Not in fear, but something darker, something I didn't want to term.
My heart pounded as his thumb brushed against my lower lip, deceptively tender. His gaze pinned me in place, a predator savouring his prey.
I tried to speak, to explain, but his grip tightened, silencing me. My hands flew to his wrist instinctively, but I might as well have been pushing against steel. He was immovable, cruel.
Judas's grip on my jaw tightened, his thumb pressing down on my lip hard enough to make it throb. His eyes burned with something feral, something that made every instinct in my body scream at me to run. But I couldn't. He wouldn't let me.
"You never learn," he hissed.
Without warning, he spun me around and my back slammed into his chest. One arm snaked around my waist, locking me in place as his free hand clawed at the waistband of my leggings.
"Judas-wait!" My voice broke as panic surged through me before I squirmed against his iron grip.
His answer was a low growl, dangerous and merciless. "Don't say my name, unless you wanna provoke me further."
With a sharp tug, the fabric tore, the sound reverberated in the room as my heart drummed violently. A gasp tore from my throat, but he ignored it, his movements were too brutal and efficient to even care. My heart pounded wildly as the line between fear and something forbidden blurred dangerously.
I tried to push his hands away as I rested my palms against his arms, but he was made of stones. His strength was terrifying yet his control outright.
Before I could protest again, I was lifted in the air, my vision blurring along with screams tearing through me and the next moment, he threw me harshly onto the bed. My face pressed against the sheets as he yanked my sweater up, the fabric stretched painfully over my shoulders. My cry of protest was muffled as he forced the sweater into my mouth, silencing me completely.
The humiliation burned, my hands flailing behind me as he pinned my wrists effortlessly with one hand. His weight bore down on me like a constant reminder of his dominance and his brutality.
He was a beast. No matter what.
"You're so defiant," he snarled, his lips brushing my ear as he leaned over me. "So fucking disobedient, little bird."
My muffled cries only seemed to fuel his ruthless tenacity as his fingers trailed down my spine, leaving a trail of ice in their wake.
"Just you know," he whispered like signing my death warrant as his hand cupped my aching breast. "You're not getting any mercy tonight."
His hand moved with the same ruthless precision once again shredding the remnants of my leggings like they were paper. The cool air bit against my exposed skin, adding to the torrent of emotions swirling inside me-shame, fear, and an inexplicable, dark thrill I couldn't suppress.
His grip on my wrists tightened as he used the torn fabric to bind them to the bedframe. The rough edges of the material bit into my skin, the knot so tight that even the slightest attempt to move was futile.
"Stop squirming," he ordered coldly delivering a harsh slap on my arse.
My heart stopped beating for a second as I realised he would truly not stop this time, no matter what I do or say. My punishment would be delivered on silver platter.
My muffled protests fell on deaf ears as he straightened and I felt his warmth stripping away from me, I dared a glance over my shoulder as he towered over me with a commanding presence that filled the room. I could feel his eyes on me, burning like a brand. Marking me.
He stepped back, folding his arms as he admired his work. His gaze travelled down the length of my body and his expressions were filled with cruel satisfaction and insatiable hunger.
"You look perfect like this," he mused in his deep voice that caressed the parts of me that were still blooming. "Tied down, helpless… exactly where you belong."
I twisted against the bindings, panic clawing at my chest, but the knots only seemed to tighten.
"Stop it, please…"
I tried once again but he ignored me.
He leaned in slightly, just enough for his shadow to fall over me. "Lift your ass, let me see your wet cunt, ptichka."
I froze, unable to answer, unable to escape the storm in his pale blue eyes.
My breath hitched, and though hesitation gripped me, his indomitable presence left no room for defiance. If I refuse, he'd hurt me more.
I was truly defeated.
Slowly, I arched my back, my body obeying his command despite the storm of emotions swirling within me.
He chuckled.
"Good girl," His palm pressed firmly against me before retreating. Then, a sharp sting jolted through me as his hand came down in a resounding slap. The sound echoed in the room, and I gasped with a mixture of pain and heat flooding my senses. "My good girl."
"It… hurts." I moaned in pain as my back unknowingly arched.
"You hate the belt, don't you?" he mused in a dangerous purr. "Fine. Tonight, you'll learn to love my hands instead."
He pressed his palm against the burning imprint he'd left, massaging the tender skin with slow, deliberate motions. "Count," he ordered, his voice sharp, cutting through the haze clouding my thoughts.
"One," I managed to whisper, though the word barely made it past my lips.
The next strike came harder, making my body jolt against the bindings. My breath caught as the searing sensation melted into something unfamiliar yet thrilling.
"Louder," he growled when I didn't speak quickly enough. "Or we start over."
I struggled to find my voice, the words tumbling out of me. "Two."
"Good girl," he murmured. "Maybe there's some hope for you yet."