There was simply no word to explain it.
His midnight-dark hair swept across his sweaty forehead, his sharp pale blue eyes hooded and half-open reflecting a primal almost savage pleasure.
I watched in terrorising reluctance.
His hand wrapped tightly around the woman's throat from behind her mouth open in a desperate attempt to draw in breath. But he gave her no scope of escape, no mercy.
I could see the tension in her body, the urgent breaths she tried to gulp down, and the way her naked chest heaved with each futile attempt. Yet, what unnerved me most was the way she seemed to enjoy the brutality. Her eyes were covered with white lace underwear and I forgot how to breathe.
Her body arched into him meeting his brutal thrusts with an eagerness that bordered on madness.
The sounds of their skin slapping together the occasional guttural moans and the ragged breathing pulled me out of my haze. And I stumbled back on my unsteady legs.
From my vantage point, I could see the raw power in his ruthlessness the way his muscles tensed and rippled under his skin. His grip on her throat tightened and loosened with intended precision, ensuring she was on the brink, never fully allowing her the breath she so desperately craved.
My eyes widened. W-what was happening?
"Harder, Judas!"
I never realized a woman could look so helpless in a man's arms.
Judas pounded relentlessly from behind, and she gasped and grunted with twisted pleasure as he roughly played with her nipples. His tattoos glistened under the dim light, making the cuts of his muscles seem sinisterly dangerous. The suffocating scent of sex and lust reeked.
My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, unable to look away.
Her body writhed under his control, utterly at his mercy, and it filled me with dread. Each of his thrusts echoed through the room with the relentless rhythm that made my breath catch.
I was terrified by how consumed they both seemed to be.
His hunger seemed insatiable, his need for control evident in every move he made. And I felt like I was suffocating. How could anyone find pleasure in such brutality?
My heart skipped several beats as Judas squeezed her slender neck and the moment he raised his head, his eyes met mine.
Oh, dear Lord…
Hastily, I tried to close the door. My eyes widened. What the hell was I doing? What the hell were they doing!?
I couldn't think, possibly couldn't retaliate against the situation anymore. I needed to get away from here and in this panic, I ignored the sudden shuffle behind me. My hands shook as I tried to close the door as fast as possible but luck wasn't on my side like always.
I was this close, this close when I felt a presence behind me. Just as I was about to turn around, my whole body was shoved against the door. A palm slammed on the door beside my head, sending chills so glacial down my spine that my legs began to tremble. The impact left my entire body sore with pain.
"Judas?" I stilled at the sound of a honey-laced sweet voice, sensual and purring.
I held my breath watching apprehensively. His hand on the door slowly lowered making my heart race faster and then settle over the knob.
"The door opened." I could feel a low rumble from his chest seep into my back and settle at the tips of my fingers.
"Well, it's not like you have any human in this godforsaken place," she purred, amused.
The hand on the knob stayed there for a moment. "Can't have Kyle sneak in on us. That man loves a good show."
"It isn't like I haven't fucked him yet," she replied. "Can I take off the blindfold now? My mascara will be ruined."
I was trapped between his naked body and the door.
My heart raced as his warmth pressed against me, every inch of him radiating a dangerous heat. His other palm still rested on the door beside my head, and I could feel his breath on my neck, sending chills down my spine.
Fear gripped me as I realized how utterly trapped I was.
His presence was devastating, his body a barrier I couldn't escape. My mind raced, desperately seeking a way out, but there was none. The sensation of his skin against mine was suffocating though I had layers of clothes separating us reminding me how helpless I was.
And the woman's voice only added to my terror.
Trembling, I turned around to find his pale blue eyes staring down at me, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
He seemed dangerous, exuding a dark vigour that made my breath hitch.
I was scared and confused, caught between his predatory gaze and my own vulnerability.
Feeling faint, I collapsed on the floor in surprise when I heard him clicking the door lock. I closed my mouth and watched him with wide eyes.
Judas just stood over me, towering over me, and I tried not to look at his nakedness.
Do not lower your eyes, Sera.
I reminded myself again and again.
His hand shot up, and that's when I noticed a cigar hooked on his ear and a lighter in his other hand. He lit the cigar casually, as if he hadn't noticed my presence, the flame briefly illuminating his features.
At first, I was too bewildered to comprehend what I was seeing. My eyes were drawn to his hand, trying to make sense of the dark, glistening trail that snaked from his fingers to his wrist and then up to his elbow.
And then it hit me. My breath caught in my throat as I realized.
It was blood.
My stomach churned, and my head spun.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the crimson stain.
He looked like a bloodthirsty demon covered in blood.
He roughly swept back his hair, revealing his cloudy, unfocused eyes.
To my horror, he seemed highly entertained.
A cold sweat dripped down my back. Fortunately, he was unaware of my presence. Maybe it's because of the scent of blood. The terrible scent had paralyzed my sense of smell, preventing me from smelling the fear on my body.
Feeling fortunate that he was blind and the woman had her eyes covered, I crept back and hid myself in the corner of the bookshelf.
Smoke rose from his mouth as stayed standing in front of the door for a good second. He looked over his shoulder s if he knew where that woman was and chuckled. Then, he suddenly turned his head around and looked at the exact location I was crouching in with my knees hugged closely to my chest.
Oh my God!
Our eyes met again. His eyes gradually focused, and soon sparkled with a cold, eerie glint. Then, as if mocking my presence, he turned away.
From the moment our eyes locked, I froze, unable to breathe.
He was blind. He shouldn't be able to see me… He was really blind, right?
I hugged my knees, trembling in fear. The warmth from the jacket and the floor did little to stop the violent shivers that racked my body.
I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes, straining to hear his every move.
"I wonder…" There was a long, suffocating silence. "If you're ready for another round, Valentina."
Valentina? The name sounded familiar but my head was too fuzzy to comprehend anything. I could feel my eyes burning as I raised my head.
Our eyes met again. His eyes gradually focused, and soon sparkled with a cold, eerie glint. Then, as if mocking my presence, he turned away.
"I'm sore, but I can't deny a good dick, you know."
I opened my eyes and stared at his back, trying to maintain a façade of calm.
His back was like the canvas of intricate, sinister tattoos. Snakes coiled around his shoulders, their scales appearing almost alive. Scorpions lurked near his spine, poised to strike. Skulls stared out from his skin with hollow, mocking eyes.
Despite the terror they evoked, the tattoos were beautifully detailed, making his broad back and rippled muscles seem both mesmerizing and deadly. His tapered waist flowed seamlessly into a round, tight arse leading down to muscular thighs and long, powerful legs with calves that looked like they could crush stone.
He stood tall and his presence only amplified the terror that gripped my heart.
I didn't know how he acted outside, but inside the mansion, he was as fearless as a man with sight.
Maybe it's because he was in a familiar place.
I pressed a hand to my heart and continued crouching, and didn't raise my head even at the sound of him shifting.
I shut my eyes, he came closer reaching over my head perhaps in search of something. Startled by the shadow on the floor, I lifted my head and saw his fierce erection close to my face.
I covered my nose and mouth with both hands, terrified he would sense my breath. I tried to move back as far as I could, but the sizeable… penis… eventually brushed against my forehead.
And it… throbbed.
I just looked in shock.
How could… how could something so big and… gigantic… fit…
I was speechless.
My heart began to beat violently at the touch of the soft yet firm flesh.
Trapped against the wall, I knew my life was now in the hands of fate. I looked up at him with eyes full of tears. However, he just smirked and walked away without saying a word.
I breathed deeply, relaxing only after he moved back to the table.
I was so tense that my thighs were numb, and I urgently needed to use the toilet. Desperate to leave the office, I quickly twisted the doorknob, not caring if they heard. And did the only thing I should've done earlier.
I ran.