38. Lex
LEX
E ven angry, eyes sparkling with rage and trepidation, Juliet is still beautiful.
I hate that. She doesn’t get to betray me and still get me this hard.
My cock, the damn thing, practically throbs at the sight of her red nipples, swollen and flushed and pointed from all of my torture. I haven’t yet done half of what I planned for her. My mind understands why we won’t ever trust her again, but my body hasn’t got the memo yet.
I want to damage her, to mark her so that even if I do decide to let her live, she’ll never be able to forget me. I want her to fucking hurt the way that I do.
The sight of her slender throat, marred by my fingers—the shadows of bruises already appearing on either side—only makes my arousal burn that much hotter.
She’s a picture beneath me in nothing more than the tiniest scrape of white lace.
It’s almost angelic, the way she’s displayed before me—but I have to remember, the devil was also once an angel. The most beautiful of angels…
My heart beats an unsteady rhythm in my chest, urging me to bend the slightest bit. To listen to her. I can’t. The last time I listened to her, she ripped the piece-of-shit organ from my chest and stomped all over it. There will be no more listening from me.
Decision made, I climb off her and just as I expect, she comes up swinging the second my knees are no longer pinning her arms. Capturing her wrists and transferring them to one hand, I ignore her curses and biting words—letting them flow in one ear and out of the other as I maneuver her exactly how I want.
Her legs straighten as I bend her over the edge of the big, king-sized mattress far enough that she has to rise onto her toes just to be able to touch the floor for some form of balance.
I’m nowhere near done. Before this is over, she’s going to regret every whisper of care, every touch, every fucking lie she’s ever told—with her mouth and her body.
The pathetic organ inside of my chest is a mutilated mess and she’s the culprit.
Gripping her wrists, I hold them pinned to the small of her back. I have to move quick to avoid her fists as she almost nails me in the cheek. More curses flow from her lips and words that I don’t care to hear.
She wants to explain? Why would I let her explain anything? I can’t trust her. She’s a liar. A deceiver. This is her punishment and my revenge. And maybe… I want to hurt myself too because I was stupid to believe she could make me worthy.
Once her panties are all the way off, I use them to bind her hands and keep them in place, winding the thin fabric again and again until it cuts into her precious skin.
No. I shake my head. Not precious. Not anymore.
“Lex, stop it and listen to me!” To my surprise, she doesn’t scream for help, even when she raises her voice, it’s clear she’s not trying to alert anyone in the house to my presence. Maybe she thinks she can play both sides. Conniving to the very end.
I bend down and swipe up my jeans from the floor, yanking my belt from the loops. Folding the material over in my hands once, twice, I smack it against my palm and feel the sharp sting it produces. The sound makes her go still.
“Lex?” She cranes her head back, looking over her shoulder as I step up behind her.
Setting a palm against her lower back to keep her in place, I kick both of her legs farther apart. Her big toe is barely touching the carpet, but it’s enough.
“What are you doing?” she demands.
“Stop asking questions, Juliet,” I command. “I have no intention of answering you.” Only hurting. Only returning the pain she gave me tenfold.
If anyone deserves to feel my agony, it’s the woman who caused it.
Before I bring the belt down, though, I reach between her thighs and realize that the pain I’ve already given her has had the opposite effect.
I close my eyes as my fingers slip over her delicate flesh, her pussy juices leaking all over my digits.
She gasps and squirms as my thumb grazes her clit, and I have to yank myself away from the desire to play with it—to make her come.
No. She doesn’t get to come. She doesn’t deserve the pleasure.
I bring my arm back and let the belt whistle through the air before I can talk myself out of it.
The first strike makes her stiffen in shock.
Her delicate pink mouth parts and forms an ‘O’ shape.
I watch as a strip of red forms along her upper thigh.
The sight makes my cock twitch. Even under punishment, she’s glorious.
It only makes me hate the fact that my chest still aches when I look at her.
Turning to the side, but keeping my hand on her back, I get a better angle.
The second strike echoes through the room with her matching gasp. “ Lex .” She shudders, her thighs quivering as she starts to shake her head back and forth.
I swallow. Does she… like this?
My hand stills and just because I want to know if she’s still wet, if my actions are bringing her pain or pleasure, I reach between her legs once more. My fingers slip through her folds easily and to my utter shock, she’s even more soaked than she was before.
A groan chokes in my throat. She liked what we did before and I never let her see these darker urges of mine. Was she faking it then?
“You’re such an asshole.” She bites out the words and I blink, lifting my gaze to where her head is turned and tilted back so she can look at me.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is scream for help,” I tell her. “If you really didn’t want this—if you don’t think you deserve this, that’s all it would take. Your fucking uncle—” I spit the word at her. “—and his minions would save you in a heartbeat.”
The fact that she hasn’t confuses me. There must be a reason.
My thumb presses against her clit once more.
She hisses and her hips squirm, trying to get away, but it’s too late.
I see the truth now. She’s into this. I pull away, my fingers coated in her juices.
I flick them over her ass, seeing the droplets drip over her skin.
My tongue flicks across the backside of my teeth as the desire to lean over and lick them away curls inside of me.
Fighting the need, I breathe through the impulse and glare down at the woman making me question my own sanity. Juliet writhes on the bed, shooting back the same look over her shoulder.
“You know I’m not going to do that,” she snaps. “I want—” She stops and shakes her head, correcting herself when she starts talking again. “No, I need you to fucking listen to me. I?—”
“I don’t care what you want,” I cut her off. “You didn’t care what I wanted.” Her pretty lips part and before she can say anything more, I bring my belt down again, right at the crease where her upper thigh meets her ass cheek.
A startled, choked noise erupts from her throat. Turning, Juliet buries her face into the comforter to muffle her scream. It doesn’t stop me.
Her denials cease as again and again, I pepper her ass and thighs with my belt. I bring the flat side down so many times that the individual strikes meld into one giant red imprint that flushes her skin all over.
A choking, gasping noise reaches my ears after some time and I glance at her face to see that she’s crying.
Her head pivoted to the side as she looks back at me, tear tracks burned into her cheeks as she sobs and gasps for breath.
Her mouth is twisted into a mockery of a grimace and her lower lip is swollen and full—the mark of her teeth embedded there.
The sight makes my cock twitch and my chest ache.
Still, I continue, delivering several more smacks with the belt to watch her arch up and away from the pain as she curses me and tries to repress her sobs into the mattress.
This punishment is merely physical. None of it compares to the agony imprinted on my soul.
Panting, sweating, and needing release, I step back and take in my work. Her ass and thighs are covered in the outline of my belt. Red and hot to the touch, her skin is like fire as I trail gentle fingertips over the flesh of her ass.
“ Lex. ” She chokes out the word as she tries to lift up enough on the mattress to get away.
Ignoring the breathy sound of her voice, I grab hold of one ass cheek and squeeze roughly. She grunts and one leg comes up, kicking as if on reflex.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask.
Inhaling harshly, Juliet releases a laugh that’s anything but amused. “You fucking know it does,” she bites out her response.
“Good.” I squeeze her ass again just to watch her stiffen in aching hurt.
Once I’ve made it clear that I don’t give a fuck what she says—no amount of demanding or begging me to stop will halt this—I unwind my belt and loop one end through the buckle.
I leave it wide enough to fit her head through, which I do in the next moment.
Juliet thrashes when she realizes my intention. Her body bowing up and trying to buck me off as I grip the back of her head to hold her still. Her legs kick and she jerks against me violently.
“Lex!” My name on her lips is like knives to my head and heart. Gritting my teeth, I continue my ministrations. “Lex, listen to me!” Desperation enters her tone, but I ignore it. I fit the loop over her head and settle it around her neck, pulling the belt to fit snug against her skin.
I gave her everything. I bowed before her. I was her willing dog. I let her collar me. I let her take control. She didn’t deserve that gift. She never did.
Bending low, I put my lips right next to her ear—the same ear that I bit earlier. Dried blood now crusts over the lobe. “Scream,” I order her. “Scream and tell them to come save you. I’ll stop if you do it. I won’t ever touch you again—all you have to do is scream.”
I wait. I give it several seconds. A minute. Two.
Finally, she shakes her head. “No, Lex, no .”
I close my eyes. “Either you scream and you have me dragged out of here—or I’m going to fuck you,” I warn her. One more chance.