Something was terribly wrong with me.
My insides twisted, and my breaths felt like fire as it clawed through my throat. My skin felt too tight, burning, yet I shivered uncontrollably. Fever? I didn't know. Everything was a blur like I was trapped in a dizzying haze where time warped and nothing made sense.
I couldn't remember how I ended up in the car. The details slipped through my fingers like water. Kyle was driving, his knuckles white on the wheel, but my focus wasn't on him. Judas sat beside me, his arm wrapped around my trembling body, pulling me closer until I was on his lap.
He killed five men.
And here I was, curled against him like a child seeking comfort.
My head spun. Cold. So cold. My body trembled, but I couldn't pull away. The warmth of him was the only thing anchoring me, the only thing keeping the fear from consuming me whole.
Ironic how this man was my living nightmare.
"You're burning up, ptichka," his breath was like fire against my ear. A slow burn that curled through the air, darkly and dangerously. Dripped with sin, velvet wrapped around a blade, each word sliding beneath my skin, leaving me breathless.
I pressed myself closer to him as I shook my head. His hand slipped under my dress, bunching it up till it was around my waist and fingers splayed across my stomach, warm against my fevered skin.
"No one can touch you," he whispered again, his voice smooth as silk, cutting like glass. "No one but me."
The car hit a bump, jolting me against him, and I winced as the world spun. I should have been terrified. I was terrified. But more than that, something deeper took root-something dark and twisted. A part of me, lost in the heat and the confusion, was drawn to him in that moment because he was warmth I seeked. To the violence, to the way his touch soothed the raging storm inside me.
I should think that way. And I know I was mindlessly assuming things. I was definitely having a fever.
He kekk ok t his hand on my stomach throughout the ride. And I slipped into unconsciousness now and then. Panting and shaking.
I didn't know when we reached the suite, I barely registered Kyle lifting me out of the car, but Judas was there, effortlessly taking me from him. His arms were strong, possessive, holding me against his chest as he carried me inside. The dizziness worsened, the world tilting as I clung to him.
Cold seeped through my bones. I shivered uncontrollably, but even as I did, I unconsciously pressed myself deeper into him. His warmth, the feel of him, the scent of blood still clinging to his skin-it was all I could focus on.
"Shh, little bird," he whispered, kicking the door closed behind us. "You're safe now."
Safe. The word tasted foreign.
"Liar…" I muttered or I thought I did. "You're a… bastard."
Something soft. Something warm. Something not mine.
I felt softness against my back as my head rolled to side. Strangely gentle hands cradled me as if I might break. Rough thumb traced the line of my jaw, and I couldn't help the small sound that escaped my lips as his lips found my skin.
I barely blinked. Catching sight of his blood covered face. But the paleness of his eyes stood out.
Soft kisses. Barely there at first, but then deeper. Lips brushed along my throat, his breath warm against my fevered flesh. I was cold, so cold, but every touch, every kiss sent a wave of heat through me, igniting something I couldn't name.
"You belong to me, little bird," he whispered between kisses. And I unconsciously shook my head.
No. No, I did not belonged to him.
I was lost-trapped in a place between fear and him.
Lips were everywhere, soft and rough all at once making my skin burn hotter. I felt feverish, out of control, like my mind was slipping through layers of heat and fog.
Everything felt surreal like a dream I couldn't wake from. The bed was cold beneath me, but his body pressed against mine was a furnace, scorching away the chills wracking my bones.
I tried to focus, tried to breathe, but each breath was shallow, shaky. His mouth trailed down my throat, tasting me. I gasped, the sound too loud in the quiet room. My heart raced, thudding in my ears, drowning out everything else.
"Shhh…" Judas whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot. "Relax, little bird."
His hand slid under my shirt, his fingers warm, tracing lazy patterns over my burning skin. I shuddered, my body betraying me, leaning into his touch even though I knew I shouldn't.
"Look at you…" His voice was dark, almost mocking, but thick with something deeper. Desire. Possession. "Вы не знаете, насколько вас я хочу."
(You have no idea how much I want you.)
Cold hit my chest. And I realise he just ripped the dress off the bodice. I should scream but my voice was too shallow.
Warm hands traced the curve of my collar bones with his knuckles. And I shuddered. "Я хочу почувствовать ваш теплотный рот вокруг моего пениса, я хочу ощутить, как ваш телотрясётся от моих ударов."
(I want to feel your warm mouth around my cock, I want to feel your body tremble with every thrust.)
The bow ribbon I had around my neck tightened. I gasped. As I felt his breath against my nipples. And I knew what he was upto. "Я хочу услышать, как вы кричите моему имени, когда я привожу вас к самым высоким эйфориям."
( I want to hear you scream my name when I bring you to the highest euphoria.)
I didn't know what he was saying. But nothing sounded sane.
I should've said something, pushed him away, but the words wouldn't come. I was sinking, drowning in the heat, in the way his touch made everything else fade.
My eyes fluttered open, I found Judas's cold gaze boring into me. Fear coiled in my gut, a sickening knot that twisted tighter with every passing second. He had me restrained, tied my hand to the headboard with his tie. I was helpless, and at his mercy.
My heart pounded in my chest as his face inched closer.
Before I could process what was happening, he fisted the dress, "Take off your clothes, little bird. Except the bow."
He watched me intently with his possessive and hungry eyes as I obeyed knowing what would happen if I disobey, peeling off my clothes until only the red satin bow remained and a at snugly between my breasts.
He licked his lips. "Good girl. You'll keep that on for me, won't you, Fenochka?"
I swallowed and nodded.
My cheeks flushed a deep red as he lifted my legs, positioning them over his broad shoulders. Strangely awfully careful with my sprained foot.
My breath hitched as he towered over me, and then his hard cock pressed against my entrance.
My mind raced, filled with desperate thoughts of escape. I strained against the restraints, knowing all too well that they wouldn't budge. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I felt the tip of his cock breaching me, the invasion had my back arched and my mouth part open.
A wave of panic and fear washed over me, threatening to engulf me. Judas had always been a force to be reckoned with, and now, with my dignity powerless beside me, I felt truly alone. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could only pray for him to develop an amnesia. So that he could forget me.
But as his cock slid into me, I knew that wish was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy. The reality was, I was at his mercy, and he showed no signs of relenting.
And as his mouth trailed down my neck, as his fingers slid deeper, teasing and tormenting. And I knew. There was no escape from Judas Romanovski.