Chapter 35 Jude #2
“I thought it was okay for one of her clients to rub my thigh or stroke my face, even if it made me uncomfortable. Afterward, I thought it was my fault that my foster father kept looking at my growing breasts, being touchy-feely with me, or attempted to rape me, because I wasn’t covering up enough and was tempting him.
I thought unsatisfactory and emotionally hurtful sex was the norm.
That women aren’t supposed to enjoy it because Mom never looked like she did.
But it turns out, I got everything wrong.
It was painful to realize that I was let down by all the adults in my life, that most of the men in my life preyed on me since I was young, and that sex should only feel good.
Sometimes, I’m happy I’m making these realizations so I can fix my mindset, but other times, I’m just sad that I missed out on so much. ”
Hot fire burns through my chest, but I continue to rub her skin, trying as hard as possible not to let anger get a hold of me.
“Sorry for the trauma dumping.” She smiles awkwardly. “I swear I don’t do this all the time. I guess… I really love talking to you about everything because you’ve always given me a safe space.”
“And I always will. Don’t be sorry for finally using your voice, Violet. I’m here for you.”
“I’m also here for you. Whether you want to talk about your mom, your dad, Vencor. All of it.”
“What do you know about Vencor?”
“The basics, I suppose.”
I lift a brow. “Dahlia, I presume?”
She nods.
“I don’t know what she told you, but Vencor doesn’t mean much to me. It means a lot to my father and Julian for sure because they’re power-hungry, but not me.”
“You don’t care about power?”
“I did while my mother was alive.”
“But not anymore.”
It’s not a question, but I nod. Though I don’t tell Violet that I’ll have to start caring again. Aside from Regis and Julian, Kane also cares, and he’s deeply entrenched in the organization after taking the reins of the Davenport family.
“You can’t protect Violet if you remain on the sidelines while Regis and Julian confiscate the limelight, Jude.”
That’s what he told me the other day. He’s always firmly believed that we need to be at the top to shield who and what we care for, and he’s right. I need to become deeply involved again.
Not only for power, but also to be a thorn in Julian’s fucking side.
I still haven’t forgiven him for the coma fiasco, and I’ll make sure to spend the rest of my life making him pay for it.
Violet sighs. “I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
“I thought you didn’t like my stalkerish tendencies.”
She lifts a shoulder. “I think we’re past that phase.”
“I made your life hell and threatened to kill you. How can you so easily get past it?”
“I don’t like holding grudges.” She chuckles a bit.
“Dahlia tells me I’m too nice and I need to be meaner, but I just can’t.
It’s not in my nature to actively hurt others, and I know that’s frowned upon in today’s world, but I like to hold on to who I am.
I’m learning to set boundaries and stuff, but I can’t become mean just because my life sucked.
I don’t believe those who aren’t involved should pay for my pain. ”
“But I am involved.”
“As long as you don’t hurt me anymore, I can forgive and forget. But don’t ice me out again.”
“I won’t. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was having a hard time and didn’t want to burden you with it or take it out on you.”
“That’s the point of having each other, Jude.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. If you stop communicating, I’ll do the same. I’m no longer someone others can stomp on while I lie there and take it.”
“Good girl.” I stroke beneath her eyes, and she shivers. “I’m proud of you.”
“You…are?”
“Hm. You’ve come a long way from being a scaredy-cat who used to run away from any form of confrontation, sweetheart.”
“Speaking of confrontation.” A line appears between her brows. “Do you know why I need to be present when Preston’s personal will is going to be read?”
A sharp sting of pain cuts through me, and Violet must see the change on my face, because she tightens her grip on my hand, leaving it square on her face.
I know why Lawrence asked Violet to be present—because of the bracelet that’s an Armstrong heirloom.
While I’m not sure what that entails, I’m certain it’ll explain something about her mother’s disgusting behavior. Violet tends to close off whenever her mother is in the picture, so I mull over my words to avoid scaring her off.
“He probably mentioned you.” I frown. “Though I find it hard to believe that he kept his personal will up-to-date. Maybe Lawrence made him update it regularly.”
“He seemed off,” she whispers, her words faltering for a bit. “Lawrence, I mean. It was as if he was conflicted.”
“Mm. He had a strange relationship with Pres. Not as weird as the one Pres had with his mom, though.”
“At least he looked like he was a bit in pain, which can’t be said about the rest of the Armstrong family.” She sounds angry for Preston.
One thing Violet will do is get extremely offended on behalf of the people she cares about.
“I’m kind of apprehensive about going to the Armstrong house again,” she continues. “The grandparents and the stepmom have an odd vibe. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“You’re just a natural at reading people. It’s better to stay away from those three, but you don’t have to worry…” I pull her closer. “I’ll be right by your side.”
Violet wraps her arms around me, her voice sounding muffled against my chest. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“I thought you only needed Dahlia.”
She pulls her head back, tracing both her hands along my chest tattoos, lingering on the barren tree. “Are you jealous of my sister?”
“Only sometimes. Will I have to see her all over you in the morning?”
“No, she’s spending the night with Kane. He needs her more than I do.”
“You don’t need anyone when you have me.”
She smiles slightly, her eyes still so fucking sad, but she’s trying her hardest to cheer me up. “Okay, Mr. Petty. Don’t put my sister on your shit list.”
“Hmm. Depends.” I kiss her throat, breathing her in and releasing a long fucking grunt at the taste of her.
Goddammit, she’s like a rush of blood to the head.
“O-on what?” Violet tilts her neck, giving me access as I pepper kisses down her throat to her collarbone and pull out a breast from her nightgown, sucking hard on the nipple until she moans.
Her hands grip my shoulders for balance, her back arching, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.
“On whether or not I’m important to you, sweetheart,” I speak against her nipple, feeling her shiver, and then drag the gown over her head until she’s lying naked in my arms.
A blush covers her skin, and her pussy glistens, making me grunt. I love how she goes to sleep without any underwear since I started visiting her at night on the regular.
“You are…” Her voice is husky, slightly broken because I’m sucking on her nipple again as I thrust two fingers inside her.
Violet’s hips roll, almost grinding against me, provoking my cock into a full-blown erection.
“How important?” I scissor my fingers inside her, alternating to the other nipple, sucking, biting, making her writhe on the mattress.
My cock is aching to be inside her, absolutely fucking ravenous for this woman. I don’t even know when she became my one and only, but she has.
I’ve never looked at another woman since she came into my life. And even before her, I barely paid them any attention.
Violet changed my entire fucking perception.
She’s the light in an otherwise gloomy world.
She’s the peace not even hockey is able to provide me.
“Very important.” She moans, grabbing onto my boxer briefs. “F-fuck me, Jude.”
“Jesus Christ. Say that again, sweetheart.”
“Fuck me.” She wraps her trembling hands around my neck, her eyes glistening. “I need you.”
My cock is rock fucking hard as I tug the boxer briefs off and throw them aside.
Then I’m on top of her, my cock nudging inside her as I tighten my grip on her throat. “I’m the one who needs you, Violet.”
Her short nails scrape against my back, her heels digging into my ass. “Go harder, Jude. Mess me up.”
“Mmm.” I thrust inside her in one ruthless go, and she hums in my arms. “When you talk like that, you make me feral.”
“More…”
“Fuck.” I pull out, then push in until her head rolls back and her noises of pleasure fill the room.
“Yes…right there…please…”
“You’re taking my cock like a very good girl, Violet.” Pull out. Thrust. “I’m the only one who’s allowed to ravage this little cunt, aren’t I?”
“Yes, yes…oh God.”
I slap the side of her ass cheek three consecutive times. “I can be your god, Violet. I’ll be your fucking everything.”
Thrust. Slap.
She shudders, her body molding to mine, her noises ricocheting in the silence of the night. I love the look on her face when she comes, how her lips form in an O, and she has this otherworldly look in her eye.
I love how she’s comfortable holding me close as her pussy clenches around my cock.
Every time she does that, I want to frame it so I can look at her beautiful form.
As she’s coming, I release her throat, pull open the side drawer, and retrieve some lube.
Violet is still trembling when I squirt the gel on my fingers and part her legs. “Be good and hold these for me.”
She blinks, then grips her legs, staring up at me in her post-orgasm haze.
I get on my knees, still moving inside her as I slide a finger into her back hole.
She blushes, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. “Are you still shy about me touching this tight little hole, Violet?”
“A bit—” She moans when I add another finger, her pussy clenching around my cock.
“You’ve taken three of my fingers before, sweetheart. You have to fit my fingers properly to take my cock. Relax for me.”
She bites her lip again but nods. “You’re stretching me out.”
“That’s the plan.” I drop a kiss on her nose, and she relaxes. “Well done. Good fucking girl.”
That makes her relax further, and I thrust another lubed finger. She tenses at first, but then mimics my breathing, her pussy clenching around me as I thrust in a deep, long rhythm. I can feel the thin layer separating my cock from my fingers and it makes me hum.
“Oh God…if you do that while fucking me, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…”
“Not yet.” I pull out from her pussy, and even though my cock is glistening with her juices, I lube myself up. “You’ll come with my cock in your ass.”
As I drench my fingers, she moans, watching me expectantly.
“You’ll take my cock in this tiny hole so that I own every inch of you, won’t you, sweetheart?”
She nods, and I grunt as I flip her so that she’s on her elbows and knees, then slide a pillow beneath her stomach. “Ass in the air, Violet. Show me my ass.”
Her limbs shake a bit as she lifts it higher, sinking further into the bed.
“God fucking dammit, you’re beautiful.” I position myself behind her. “The most beautiful fucking person on earth.”
Her head on the mattress, she shifts slightly to the side so that her eyes meet mine. “I am?”
“You are.” I slap her ass. “Don’t question it.”
“It’s not that…”
“Then what is it?” I start pushing into her ass, and her muscles tighten. “Don’t let your body fight me…focus on breathing and talk to me.”
“It’s that…” She wiggles her ass, relaxing further, taking more of me. “I love being called beautiful by you.”
Fucking Christ. I can’t come when I’m barely inside her ass.
I can’t come yet.
Not yet.
“I only call you what you are, sweetheart… Mmm. That’s it. Take this cock deeper. Can you feel your ass stretching for me?”
A slight noise is the only answer she gives.
“Does it hurt?” I slap her a few times, admiring how fast my handprints appear on her pale flesh.
“Yeah, but I like it.” She moans. “More…please.”
“Fuck, Violet. You’re turning me into a madman.”
She chuckles slightly. “One would argue you’ve always been one.”
“Was that sarcasm?”
She hides her face in the mattress so I don’t see her smiling.
Fuck.
She’s adorable.
And genuine.
And so goddamn sweet.
Grabbing her hip, I pepper kisses on her back, on the tiny scars that tell the story of her tough childhood and life. On every blemish and freckle and mole.
All the while I massage her clit.
“J-Jude…what are you doing?”
“Worshiping you.”
Unlike how I fucked her pussy hard and fast just now, this time, I go slower, deeper, until she feels every inch of me.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, you know that? I could be inside you all day, sweetheart.”
She moans, her ass pushing against me, demanding, wanting, making my cock weep in agony.
I release her hip and grab her hair, pulling her up until I’m breathing her air. Her eyes are shining with tears, but that’s because she gets so fucking emotional, even when she’s horny, my Violet.
“You’re mine.”
“Yours.” She gasps, and I grow bigger inside her.
Can’t help it. This girl speaks, and I’m a goddamn animal.
“Are you also mine, Jude?” she asks in a voice that’s trapped between a moan and groan.
“Always.”
She’s kissing me then as she shatters against me, her noises and groans spilling into my mouth like an aphrodisiac.
I kiss her deeper, faster, matching my tongue to my cock’s rhythm until I’m grunting and spilling inside her in long fucking spurts.
I come like I’ve never come before.
Like the world is ending, and Violet is my sanctuary.
And when she holds on to me like I’m her lifeline, I promise that I’ll protect her till the end of my days.
However long that might be.