Chapter 44
The Prey
It was a nightmare, one that I wished to wake up from. Despite having no escape, 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. He never played games like that.
He was cruel by nature, unpredictable.
Why was he suddenly asking about Ivan? He was just a friend.
I knew silence would only make him crueler. Pain meant nothing to him—and certainly not the guilt that should’ve followed. Then again, why was I expecting humanity from a psychopath? Aggression and violence were all he seemed to understand.
“He’s just a friend.”
Judas never asked to understand. He asked to prove himself right.
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as though he were imagining all the ways he could make me regret my answer.
“You expect me to believe that, Ptichka?”
“Yes.”
He leaned back, studying me.
“This ends one of two ways.” His voice never rose. “You decide which.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Judas always had a choice. Cruelty was simply the one he preferred.
I knew better than to argue. Defiance would only give him another excuse.
“I swear,” I tried again, this time more desperate.
I shivered as his hands slid down my naked body 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.
“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’ve lied to me.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “Are you protecting him?”
“I’m not—” The words died in my throat as he pressed two fingers lightly against my lips, silencing me.
“Quiet.” His voice was calm enough to be frightening. “Don’t speak if you’re going to lie again.”
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 until 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 arse.
Slap.
“See, Ptichka,” Leaning close, his breath brushed hot against my ear. “Every time you lie, I’ll make 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. 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,” he ran 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. Judas chuckled darkly, his hand coming down once more.
Slap.
“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.
As he twisted and tugged at my sensitive nipples, his thumb circled my clit. Then, the world splintered. My body jolted when I felt the pressure of his cock pressed against my entrance, and before I could even catch my breath, he drove himself deep inside me from behind.
A strangled cry escaped my lips.
My body was still tender from the night before, and the sensation was so intense it felt like he was carving his name into my very soul. I could feel the slick heat of us, making me feel both utterly broken and disgustingly whole.
He pounded relentlessly. Not caring if I could take him full or not. He was proving a point, reminding me that no matter how much I tried to resist, my body was already his.
I was lost in a haze of sensation, unable to think or breathe, only able to feel the brutal way he claimed me. His calloused hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, that left no doubt who was in control.
“Look at you,” he growled, leaned down to bite the curve of my shoulder. “Clench your pussy, Ptichka.”
I did, and he let out a low groan before pulling my hair back just enough to expose the arch of my neck. His mouth trailed hot, hungry kisses down my spine.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” his thrusts became deeper, as he grumbled in Russian. “I could spend a lifetime inside you.”
“Ah!” I came once again, but he didn’t stop. My pussy was sore, and so was ass. I hated how much my body craved him in ways that should be criminal.
I was so sensitive I couldn’t move. His hand moved to my waist as he flipped me onto my back. I yelped as he grabbed my legs, pushed them over my shoulder and lined his cock.
I shook my head. “No, I—Ah!”
He drove inside with a force that left me rattling. Hands wrapped around my neck as his hips rolled in slow circles, and I groaned.
Fuck.
My vision blurred, and I hated how these slow, tantalising thrusts were deeper than his pounding.
My legs quivered as tears ran down my face. I can’t take it. The pressure is too much.
But he didn’t care. When it became too stimulating, I whimpered. “I’m sore. You’re going to rip me.”
He leaned, and my eyes snapped open when I felt his lips on my forehead.
“You’re doing so well for me, beautiful.”
Thrust. “But you’re so small, so fucking tight.”
Thrust. “I can’t stop.”
Thrust. “You’re keeping it all inside for me, aren’t you?”
That’s what he had been doing since last night. Speaking Russian while taking me. At some point, I thought it’s because he didn’t want me to know. But now that I was looking at him, groaning, I realised it was him losing control.
He pulled out suddenly, and before I could even register the loss, he flipped me over onto my stomach, 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 liars.”
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.”