Another spank that rattled the breath out of me and I whimpered.
"F-fifteen."
The bastard didn't stop, instead, he pretended to not hear. "Five?"
"Fifteen…"
But Judas only chuckled darkly. His voice like velvet and sin that touched my soul. "Ah, so you do have a voice. I was beginning to think I ruined you already." His hand ghosted over the burning imprint he'd left on my skin, his touch maddeningly soft, soothing and taunting all at once. "But you're tougher than that, aren't you? My little bird."
Before I could answer, another slap came down, sharp and merciless, and my body jolted. A strangled gasp tore from me, followed by a sob I couldn't hold back.
"Sixteen," he drawled, his lips curving into a cruel smile. "Or was it sixteen hundred? The way you squirm, it's hard to tell."
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, his words low and filthy. "You take pain so beautifully, you know that? Like you were made for it. Made for me."
My heart thundered as his fingers slid lower, skimming over the curve of my hip with infuriating ease. "Such a stubborn little thing," he murmured. "Always fighting. Always losing."
His hand shifted suddenly, cupping me through the thin remnants of my clothes. The pressure was firm, claiming. "Feel that?" he growled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "That's where you shatter."
I let out a muffled cry, the heat building between us as he pressed harder. But just as quickly, his touch vanished, leaving me trembling in his grasp.
"You don't deserve it yet," he said, his tone sharp, laced with arrogance. "You haven't earned it." His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back. "But you will. Oh, you will."
Judas kissed my temple then and the gesture was maddeningly intimate.
I was still squirming and panting when he pulled away, warmth stripped and he got up. I eyed him breathlessly as he disappeared in the bathroom, I thought he would leave me like this, but when he did come back, he had that terrifying thing in his hand. That damn butt plug.
A cruel smirk played on his lips as he held up the gleaming, dreaded toy between his fingers. His pale blue eyes burned with wicked amusement, the sight burning me whole as I tried to pull my wrists.
"P-please, not that…"
"Why not? Would you rather prefer I fuck your ass without loosening it up?" he mused climbing on the bed as the poor thing creaked under his weight as he patted my aching, sore buttocks. "Like I said, I'm not doing this for your pleasure," He twirled the plug in his hand, its metallic sheen catching the dim light before his gaze pinned me like prey. "I'm doing this because I don't want to leave any part of you not tainted by me."
My breath hitched and I tried to shift away instinctively, but the bindings held me firm. Helpless.
"Still trying to run?" he sneered softly this time. His hand gripped my ankle, dragging me back into position with ease. "Haven't you learned by now, little bird? Run all you fucking want-I'll drag you back by your soul, shatter you completely and when you're ruined, I'll chain you to the hell I've carved for you."
Words slithered down my spine. His venomous promise coiled around my lungs. Fear clawed at my throat. My knees felt weak, and my pulse beat erratically.
I could not escape the devil. I knew. Especially when he wore my name like a fucking brand.
Before I could will my body to response, he was there, closer than breath, closer than air. Suffocating me. Punishing me. Rough hands curled around my waist.
Pulling me flush against him as if I were some fragile thing he could crush with ease. Maybe he would. Maybe he already did.
His fingers tariled up my naked spine. Touching me more intimately this time. I despised the way my body betrayed me, the way his touch set fires to the places I didn't want to burn. Hot breath ghosted over my ear, hot and unapologetic, and I felt his lips brush the edge of my neck.
"You tremble so beautifully for someone who claims to hate me," His thumb traced the curve of my neck, pressing lightly over my pulse as if he enjoyed the feeling of my frantic heart beat beneath his hand.
And the next moment all I felt was his big cock penetrating me. I didn't realise he was planning to fuck me until the bulbous head of his cock slammed against my core and I let out a scream.
"I will fuck you tonight, I'm going to fuck you hard, for hours, and I will not stop till you bear my name in your soul"
Goosebumps rose up all over my body and a chill ran down my spine.
Growling as he hungrily gripped my waist and pushed all his manhood in one thrust.
The stretch burned but I could barely say anything before he clasped his hand around my mouth shutting me completely.
His muscular hands found my shoulders and used them to push himself even deeper. My cries grew louder and louder until finally, he bottomed out inside of me and his pelvis ground against my sensitive clit as he gently rocked within me.
It rattled me and destroyed me and every time he penetrated, it was deeper and ruthless as if all he wanted was to ruin me as if he hadn't enough.
He was my nightmare, my villain, and my devil.
I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck me to death or fuck me till I was reborn as something entirely his.
I had never been taken like this before, not that he was any less rough all those times but this time it felt different. He thrust faster and faster, gradually lowering himself down onto me as his massive frame nearly totally covered mine. His eyes were fixed on mine as I rocked back and forth.
He growled and cussed and I unconsciously moaned again as I felt his hot seed filling me and spilling out.