It was a nightmare, one that I wished I could wake up from. But there was no escape, no end in sight. I clung to the hope that his eyes would soften, that he would grin and tell me he was just kidding, that this was all some twisted game meant to scare me. But I knew better. Judas didn't play games like that. Not this time. Not ever.
Nothing about him was predictable. He was cruel, his touch like the fire that burned through my soul.
I didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to know about Ivan. Ivan was just a friend.
I knew he'd be more brutal if I didn't tell him what he wanted to hear. He'd inflict pain on me and he wouldn't feel an ounce of remorse. Why was I even expecting a psychopath to show emotions, the only two things he seemed to know were aggression and violence.
I clenched my bloodied fist. "He's just a… friend."
And I knew one thing-Judas didn't ask questions for the sake of asking. He already had an answerin his head. He wanted me to confirm his suspicions, to feed into the darkness that consumed him.
His eyes darkened and I could see him wanting to wring my neck and punish me and maybe he would. "You expect me to believe that, ptichka?"
"Yes."
He stepped back just enough to look at me. "I don't want to hurt you," His voice was deceptively gentle. "But you're not giving me a choice."
The irony of his words wasn't lost on me. Judas always had a choice. He just chose to be cruel, to punish me for sins I hadn't committed. But I knew better than to argue, knew that defiance would only make things worse.
"I swear," I tried again this time more desperate.
But he wasn't listening. He never really listened, not when he was like this.
I shivered as his hands slid down my naked body possessively and roughly, as if he could erase any trace of another man's touch as if he could mark me as his in a way that would leave no doubt. And maybe he could. Maybe that was what scared me the most-that in the end, he would win, that he would break me, and I would be nothing more than what he wanted me to be.
His.
But I wasn't ready to give in, not yet. "Please, Judas," I whispered, hoping he'd listen.
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he studied me, searching for something-fear, submission, maybe even disobedience. But whatever he was looking for, he didn't find it. Instead, his expression hardened, and he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"That's the second time you're lying to me," His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, teasingly soft. "Are you lying 'cause you want to save him?"
"I'm not-" I started, but the words were cut off as he pushed his thumb into my mouth, silencing me.
"Don't speak," his thumb pressed down on my tongue, forcing me to suck on it. "Not unless I tell you to. Understand?"
I nodded as my heart pounded in my chest. There was no escape, no way out of the web he'd spun around me. And I knew that resisting him now would only lead to more pain, more punishment.
He pulled his thumb from my mouth, and I could still taste him on my lips. His hands trailed down my body, and my skin burned under his touch with fear.
I yelped involuntarily before he hauled me up and forced me around till I felt cold wood against my nipples that's when I realised he had bent me on the table. Panic flowed as I realised what he was to do.
I whimpered as his hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my behind before delivering a sharp, punishing slap that echoed in the room. The pain shot through me but it was the growl he let out that made me tremble.
"See, ptichka," Leaning close, his breath brushed hot against my ear. "Every time you lie, I'll spank this ass red."
He slapped me again, harder this time, and I cried out, the sound muffled as I bit down on my lip. The stinging pain melded with the fire building low in my belly. He knew exactly what he was doing.
His fingers trailed between my legs, finding the slick heat that betrayed me. He chuckled darkly as he teased my entrance.
"So fucking wet for me," he murmured. "You're such a good little slut, little bird. No matter how much you try to fight it, you love this. You love being mine."
I bit back a groan as I arched unconsciously at the invading sensation.
He spread my legs with his knees and positioned me exactly how he wanted. The anticipation was suffocating. I could feel him behind me, the heat of his body, the way his hardness pressed against my thigh.
"You'd stay away from that boy for his own sake, won't you?" he taunted, running his fingers along the curve of my arse. "Don't make me cut his limbs and make a garland."
He slapped me again, and this time, I couldn't hold back the groan that escaped my lips. Judas chuckled darkly, his hand coming down once more.
"Never lie, because next time, I won't be so gentle."
He leaned over me and bit down hard on my shoulder, but before I could even process the pain, his hand moved around to my chest, roughly grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers.
The sharp pain shot through me like lightning, and I cried out, he twisted and tugged on my sensitive nipples all while rubbing between my legs and I felt something hard at my entrance and screamed as he pushed himself into me from behind. I was still sore from last night and my body hadn't gotten habitual to his length yet. I swear I bled.
He didn't say anything just sped his pace and pounded as if he was trying to prove a point.
I couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel as he continued to toy with me, his rough, calloused fingers digging into my flesh, his cock driving into me with brutal and punishing force. My body was on fire and I was helpless to stop it, helpless to do anything but submit to his serpentine desires.
"You're such a dirty little slut," his hands and mouth clawed my body in the most twisted, brutal way possible. "You take it so well, don't you? You love it when I fuck you like this, when I use you like the whore you are."
His words, his tone-it was all too much. The way he manhandled me was embarrassing.
Whore? He called me a whore when he was the one manipulating me into sleeping with him. It was rich coming from him.
"You're going to take all of it," My head was yanked back as he grabbed a fistful of my hair to whisper in my ear. "Every fucking inch of me."
That's what he had been doing since last night.
He pulled out suddenly, and before I could even register the loss, he flipped me over onto my back, roughly forcing me onto the table and I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, his mouth descending on my breasts, biting down hard on my nipples, sucking and licking at the tender flesh until I was writhing beneath him.
Tears mingled with sweat as I panted at the new sensation.
But he didn't stop there. He moved lower, his mouth trailing down my body, leaving a trail of bites and bruises in his wake. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he spread me wide, his fingers digging into my flesh as he lowered his head between my legs, his tongue lashing out to taste me.
I moaned and instantly stiffened.
His tongue plunged deep inside me, fucking me with the same brutal intensity that had defined his every action. I could feel the tension building again, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly, threatening to break me apart.
He was forcing orgasms after orgasms and I didn't know how to feel about that.
And then, just as I was on the brink, he pulled away, leaving me gasping and desperate, my body aching for release. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, but he just smirked and I saw his lips glistening realising he just…
"No release for bad girls."
I watched completely undone as he fisted his cock and pumped it a few times before he came all over my stomach. I swallowed hard as he smeared his semen on his finger and flicked my hardened nipple. I winced.
He brought his glistening finger to my lips and pressed it against my mouth until I had no choice but to open it for him. "Taste it," he growled. "Taste what I've marked you with."