One wrong word and I was done for.
I trembled but I was unable to find the words he wanted to hear. I knew that no matter what I said, Judas would never let this go. He was a man who claimed what was his, and I was undeniably his.
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 with touch like the fire that burned through everything.
I didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to know about Ivan. Ivan was just a friend and I didn't know what to say to not tick him off. So I took a sharp breath and shook my head. The more I stared into his eyes, the quicker he'd be tempted to hurt me.
"He's just a friend." The words barely escaped my lips before I felt the storm brewing within him, an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
He didn't say a word, but the way his jaw tightened, the way his nostrils flared, I knew I had crossed a line. He bent down and closed the distance between us, his large hand wrapped around my wrist as he yanked me up and before I knew he was dragging me towards the table. MI yelped as he roughly bent me over and the cool surface pressed against my stomach.
"You think I'm fucking stupid, little bird?"
Before I could respond, his hand came down hard on my arse. I gasped, the sting burned instantly and I clenched my thighs tightly. But my tormentor didn't stop there. His hand came down again and again, with harsh strikes and more punishing, until the pain blurred with something else-something raw and humiliating.
"You like this, don't you, ptichka?" His hand rubbed the heated flesh before landing another strike as I jolted forward clutching onto the edges of the table with my life. "Don't fucking dare to play with me, I'll ruin you."
Hadn't he ruined me enough? What more was left to destroy anyway?
I whimpered as the heat between my legs grew unbearable. But Judas wasn't finished. He leaned down, his lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "Tell me who that fucker is, or I'll keep going until you're begging for me."
When I hesitated, he gripped my hair, I yelped as he pulled my head back so I was forced to look at him over my shoulder. I instantly flinched at the way his eyes darkened wildly.
He didn't look himself. The smirk wasn't there, the amusement wasn't there, and neither was his usual composed self was there. He seemed mad… fierce if I put it correctly.
Why was he so mad? Why did he want to know about Ivan when nothing was going on between us?
"Answer me," his voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Or do you need more convincing?"
"I told you-" I started, but my voice broke off into a cry as his hand struck me again leaving me breathless.
"He's just a friend!" I sobbed harder.
"Liar," I panicked when his hand lowered and slipped between my legs. "You're soaking for me. You love this, don't you? My dirty little slut, getting off on being punished."
I couldn't answer, my body betrayed me as I bucked against his hand unconsciously as the sharp edges of the glass table dug into my skin. Judas pressed his fingers against my entrance, teased me, but not penetrating me and I cried out as he pinched my clit.
"You think I'm going to let some boy touch you?" hot breath brushed against my neck as he nipped at the skin. "No one else gets to have you, Ptichka. No one."
Without warning, he slapped me again this time I couldn't hold back a sob and before I could even catch my breath, he was there-his lips against the back of my neck. The smallest of hair follicles stood at his attention, my stomach tightened and I shivered.
This wasn't right. Nothing was right. I could take his brutality, his cruelty, everything cause that's what made me hate him more, but these soft kisses, no, I didn't want him to treat me with softness he wasn't capable of.
His lips lingered there for a moment and I felt his warmth against my skin, and I could feel the way his fingers tightened around my waist, grounding me against his pelvis and the glass.
"So fucking needy. So fucking desperate." I shut my eyes as more tears rolled down. Sex with him was neither pleasurable nor humane. He was a monster and rough. And I didn't know what I expected when I signed my soul to this devil. Only if I could reverse the time… I wouldn't have taken birth. At least not in this lifetime. I couldn't afford to live with the fact that we exited at the same time.
I winced as he rubbed my arse and tapped the flesh before he was flipping me around and effortlessly hauling me up the table. My eyes widened and a few gasps left my lips that were swallowed by his mouth. The force of his kiss would send me back on the table if it wasn't for his hand on my throat. My hands pressed against the table for the monster grabbed my thighs and parted them bent them and my feet pressed on the edges of the glass as I laid all bare to him.
"Or maybe you should keep disobeying so that I can punish this ass." He purred hoarsely against my lips.
I hated how much I was scared of him; how much I was vulnerable to the control he wielded over me.
The rough hands slipped between us, sinful fingers grazed over my bare skin before he slapped my core with a force that made me cry out. The sting shot through me, and I instinctively reached down to grab his hand desperate to stop him. But he was faster, his ironclad grip caught my wrists and twisted them behind my back in a cruel second before pulling me flush against him with a brutal strength that left no room for resistance.
I gasped, my body trembled involuntarily as he pinned me to the table. Hot fear burned in my chest.
Mad eyes glared. "Did I say you could touch me?" he hissed against my ear. "No, ptichka, you're going to take whatever I give you, and you're going to take it like the needy little slut you are."
Before I could respond, he plunged two fingers inside me, the sudden intrusion forced a strangled whimper from my lips. I arched against him as my legs trembled and he worked his fingers deeper.
"You're so fucking tight," he muttered. "So desperate for me to fill you up, to claim you. This is what you were made for, little bird. To be used, to be owned."
My breaths came in ragged gasps as he continued to stretch me. I hated how he could do this to me, how he could turn my body against me with nothing but a few rough touches and harsh words.
As the pressure started building inside me, he stopped. My eyes snapped open as I stared at him. Did he just…
Instead, his smile greeted me. Wide and annoyed.
"No release for bad girls,"
I whimpered, the frustration and desperation coiled. Judas knew exactly what he was doing-drawing me out, pushing me to the brink of insanity, and then pulling back just when he needed me the most.
My jaw clenched tight. This was how he was going to play now? My frustration only amused him further and I realised he had forgotten about Ivan. My misery was more comical to him.
The cold breeze brushed my naked body. Somewhere the window was open. And I wanted to know because if this kept going on, I'd rather jump off it.
He stepped away, loosening his hold on my wrists, I instinctively dropped to my elbows watching as he pushed down his boxers, and his hard erect rod jumped. I had glimpsed at it two times and the third time, it was monstrous. Big enough to drill a hole in me and fat enough to rip me. I didn't know how I took him in last night. Maybe I was slightly drunk and today, in my senses, I didn't want him near me.
"Juda-"
"Don't speak," He stepped close, placing both his hands on either side of me as his biceps flexed, the large muscles making me feel intimidated and the tattoos making him look dangerous.
His eyes darkened as he looked between my legs enjoying the mess he'd made. I shivered instantly shutting my legs but he just slapped my inner thigh and lined his rod against my core. "You're so beautiful when you're under me."
And with one push, he was inside me. My scream mingled with his low groan and without letting me adjust, he was pounding into me as if he was trying to prove a point. To imprint himself on every part of me.
My hands scrambled for balance and nails dug into the table as I tried to ground myself against the onslaught, but there was no escaping him, no reprieve from the overwhelming force of his possession. Each brutal thrust drove the air from my lungs, my body bending to his will as he took what he wanted with no mercy, no hesitation.
His hips slammed against mine with a force that left me gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. His cock filled me completely stretching me beyond reason forcing me to feel every inch of him, every thick, pulsing vein and curve.
"Take it all," his lips brushed against my collarbone as my head rolled back. "You're going to feel me for days, little bird. You'll remember who owns this tight," Thrust. "little," Thrust. "cunt."
My body instinctively tightened around him. And hands moved roughly to grip my wrists twisting them as he drove deeper with his chest pressed against mine.
"You love this," he rasped. "You love how I fuck you, how I make you mine over and over again. No one else could ever do this to you-no one else could ever claimyou as I do."
Filthy words terrified me.
"Such a good little slut," teeth grazed my nipples before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. "Taking me so well. You were made for this, made to be fucked by me, to be used by me."
I cried out, the pain mingled with something dark I was forced to feel. His free hand slipped between us, finding my clit and rubbing it with rough tantalising slow circles.
"I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
His fingers pressed harder against my clit and thrusts became more erratic. The sensation clouded my head and my vision blurred.
"I'm going to fill you up, make sure you remember who owns this body," he whispered.
With a final, brutal thrust, he drove deep inside me, the force of it rattling my insides. My body tightened around him and I could feel the orgasm building. Judas groaned low in his throat and spilt himself inside me.
And then he started pulling away. I frowned, lips wobbled as an incomplete feeling crept up my core. And I recalled his words.
No release for bad girls.
My body screamed for relief he so cruelly denied, and the realization that he had taken his pleasure while leaving me on the edge of madness sent a wave of frustration and helplessness crashing over me.
Judas's grin was infuriatingly wide as he stroked a hand down my thigh.
His gaze drinking in every quiver, every tremor of my body as I struggled to maintain control.
"I never realised I'd enjoy cumming inside you." A small, pitiful sound escaped my throat. I wanted to fight him, to scream at him, but the words wouldn't come. "Begging without even realizing it."
He tsked. "Bad girls don't get to come," he repeated. "And you've been very, very bad."
Judas's hand moved to my chin, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into mine, dark and unreadable, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of us-the predator and his prey.
I turned my head to the side as he kissed my neck rubbed my core and flicked some of his seeds that overflowed out of me with his finger.
He traced his fingers over my chest, spreading the warmth of his seed until it glistened on my nipple. His gaze locked on mine, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"You like this, don't you, ptichka?" he whispered. "You like being covered in my come, knowing it's the only thing you'll get tonight."
"I don't…"
He pinched my nipple, hard, and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips. His smirk widened, and he dipped his fingers lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above where I ached.
He brought his glistening finger to my lips, pressing it against my mouth until I had no choice but to open for him. "Taste it," he growled. "Taste what I've marked you with."