Leave Him in Pieces

by August Red

  The waterfall forms an impossibly gorgeous background to the impending lovemaking she's about to experience. From here, the waterfall seems to fuse itself into distinct threads of watery fabric; it's as if a loom of liquid silver is pouring down the rocks. The sound is cacophonous now. The spout is hitting the cavernous hollow of the pool like a thunderclap. It rushes down the mountain, roiling and bubbling, boiling and churning, just like Belle's desire for Judas.

  He brings his elbow around the back of her neck, drawing her in for a primal kiss. When he pulls back, the world seems to spin a little.

  “One year,” he says, his hair dripping with water. She’s hearing what he’s saying, every syllable thrumming inside her body, knowing what’s coming next. His brooding eyes tell all.

  “One year,” she repeats, feeling the touch of his fingers trailing down her spine and over her buttocks.

  He leans into the base of her neck and trails soft kisses upward, until he reaches her ear and whispers, “I have something to show you.” His words tickle her and she feels hot sensations begin to burn between her thighs.

  He unbuttons his damp white shirt that clings to his body like a second skin, his rippled muscles straining through.

  “What is it, Judas?” She bites her bottom lip, a twinkle in her eye.

  “Look closer,” he says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Can you see it?”

  She examines his body, licking her lips in anticipation of having this hard Adonis body pressed firmly up against her soon. And then she sees it.

  “No… Judas… I can’t believe you would…” Her smile is so wide, her cheeks begin to burn. She trails her fingers just under his ‘Olivia’ tattoo. In script, he’s had the words ‘Little Bit’ tattooed underneath his mother’s name.

  “There’s more,” he says, extending his arm out to her. There, on his wrist, another tattoo: ‘L.B’.

  “Little Bit?” she asks.

  “Love, Belle… and, yeah," he says, sounding pleased with himself, "Little Bit, as well.”

  She giggles, overwhelmed by his gesture. “Very clever, Judas. Not just a pretty face… You know, I don’t know if I like the reason you call me Little Bit.”

  “I lied.”

  “About what?” she asks, confused.

  “Why I call you Little Bit. Don’t get me wrong, you did annoy me at first and you still sometimes do, especially when you leave the cap off the toothpaste—”

  “Judas!” she says, slapping him playfully on the arm.

  “Belle…” His head angles close to her lips, his features turning serious. “You’re the little bit I never expected. The little bit I can’t live without.”

  His words fill her with goose-bumps as he plunges into her mouth. She moans and grips his shoulder, digging her nails in. His tongue delves hard against hers and sensations explode in her body. Groaning, he pulls away.

  “Why can’t I stop kissing you?” he asks, his dimples deepening.

  She feels her cheeks burn with a blush and looks down. “Maybe I should get a tattoo to... cover up my scar—”

  “No you won’t.”

  “You can’t tell me—”

  “To me, you're perfect. Especially..." he says, brushing his hand over her left breast. Her nipples pucker against the thin material of her dress, yearning for his touch as he circles, teasing, around her hardened tip. "...your scar.”

  Belle can't help but think about the night she danced with death. She'd had a small puncture in her heart and she lost a lot of blood, but they were able to get the bleeding under control and repair the damage in time. The small scar she bears on her chest at first horrified her. But Judas taught her to wear it with pride. It isn’t a reminder of Emmett abusing her. It’s a reminder that she is a survivor. A reminder of the night when she thought all hope was lost, but then Judas came crashing through all impossibility and saved her.

  No charges were made against Judas for killing Emmett Irving. The evidence was clear that Emmett had attempted to rape and murder Belle and that Judas killed in self-defense.

  Judas is staring, watching her like he always does, absorbed by her. “When you told me who you were—the girl from Providence Valley… Belle, when I killed that man who tried to hurt you… that was the last good deed I’d done. You were my chance—my only chance—to do something right for once.” His dripping wet chest rises and falls in a deep pant. “My redemption… You’re my forever, Little Bit.”

  He is so quick, Belle doesn’t even see him move.

  He pushes her up against the rock behind them, his lips crushing down on hers in a sensual bruising force that tangles them together, netting her mouth to his with each brutal gulp. His pelvis grinds into hers as his mouth opens and closes against her, both their gasps splitting in the air like charges of energy.

  His hands maul at her frantically, clasping at locks of hair, burying deep into her scalp to push her face closer and deepen the moist hungry kiss. She wants him to push more into her, feel his hard pectorals against her soft bare breasts. She tugs pieces of his hair and a raw groan rocks from her mouth to his as her middle grinds desperately into him.

  Their bodies smash mercilessly against one another; both their mouths turning sideways, ferociously seeking, as they sink into each other, advancing on one another with stalking gluttony.

  Judas’ appetency for her is limitless. Aggressive. He lowers his head eye level, dragging her mouth up and down, sucking on her bottom lip and nipping at the plump edge as she squirms for control, yanking his hair at the roots.

  He breaks away for a short second to see her ravenous sedated eyes pierce up at him, teasing him, and she feels his cock go steel-hard between them. His mouth takes and catches her lips, licks the slick walls inside her mouth then finds her tongue. He strokes her hard. There is no delicacy in each lap as the rough flat of him surges against her, moving like a possessed animal in heat.

  His hand latches on to the back of her knee, steering higher, deathly slow, as she moans into his mouth. His fingers slip under her dress and thong, cupping her bare ass and squeezing the soft flesh with eager appreciation as her groan flutters out louder, harsher. Her leg curls instinctively around his thigh, making the dress ride-up on her stomach. The fabric of his jeans heave into her soaked center, her body pawing at him like a starving animal, begging for relief.

  The grind of their bodies together is wild, unkempt, both turning each other on with each deep penetrating mill; the rock digs into the back of her thighs with each hard push and fall, but she doesn’t care.

  His teeth scrape down her chin, her neck, her whimper shattering into the air, growing shorter with each animalizing nick of his teeth. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue licking the bruises his fevered kisses have made.

  Judas tongues the slit of her cleavage and her center quivers in hot moist release. She encourages him further, pushing her shoulders back, as one aching tip pours out on its own, strained red and pointed.

  He doesn’t hesitate, stroking the hell out of the small berried nub, petting the point down into submission before sucking her in deep, gripping her ass tighter into him with each deep pinch of his closed-off mouth. He rubs his erection up and down, her clit throbbing out underneath, each nerve-ending aching in a torturous tingle.

  “Judas...” The word ripples from her mouth and he peers up, foggy, his stare eclipsing black as she bites her bottom lip with every suctioning fuse of his mouth. “Oh God, please!” She cries from the bottom of her stomach, clamping a hand on his neck and scratching at the skin as her head falls back.

  She has to have him inside of her. Now. Before she is undone.

  Bringing her other knee around so that her body straddles his, he lifts her up in one swift movement and settles her down on the rock above him.

  A soft flick of his mouth before he commands her, "Lie back for me," sends her reeling back and she lies against the cool, wet, surface underneath her.

  He can’t stop touching her, his kisses
are gentler, worshiping, long damp strokes that have her legs spreading and welcoming him closer. His fingers crawl up her inner thigh, a barely felt swoosh of callous skin. His index finger hooks on to the center of her saturated thong, grazing her clit and tearing at the flimsy fabric, which immediately shreds in his large hands.

  “Take me, Judas,” her unbridled cry splits into the air.

  A tormenting whine resonates in her chest, her body shudders in small aroused douses that make her limbs shake uncontrollably. He reaches out and yanks the dress down her chest in one hard whip, exposing her other breast.

  Blindly he goes to remove his jeans but when his fingers fumble in his rush, she lifts herself up and gently pushes his hands away, unabashedly staring up at him as she unbuttons them herself. Judas goes rigid over her, as though fueled to pin her down and fuck her senseless.

  She loosens his belt, each loop giving way to his feral desire. She is frantic now, trying to unloop the holes with wobbly fingers. Unable to stand there and watch, he helps, whipping the belt out and throwing it into the pool below.

  He gazes down at her as she waits, flushed, aroused and ready. Her deep sensual breaths full, her fleshly plump breasts lifting with each need for air, dying for him, aching for him.

  He rips off his shirt, and gripping behind both her knees, he pins her down against the surface of the rock. The uproar in his face, the reddening in his complexion, deepens, as she lies arched, her body curling in pleasure, already driving for the feel. He leans over her, uses the tip of his cock to taste the wetness of her inner thigh, then her damp folds.

  “Please… Judas… I'm begging you..."

  The strain of his shaft burgeons like tight fire against the nerves there. She remembers the exact texture of his large, full cock penetrating her sex, a warm suffocation. Riding on the compulsive burn of her memory, he leans one hand near her head and mutters—as though angry with something—against her lips, “Seven days too fucking long,” and enters her.

  And enters her again and again. Short undulating strides that are deliberately slow, each slick pump of his body drawn out as he parts her knees wider and she wraps her ankles high on his waist. A shadow over her, hungry for each and every reaction she awards him, he, as always, hunts for the ecstasy to glow across her face, reveling with each whimper she paws out.

  The front of his thighs hit the stone underneath her, with each hard thrust of his body. She clenches around him, squeezing the life out of him as she lifts herself on her elbows, removing the small distance between them and rubs her lips over his in a tease. He drives in hard and her mouth opens up against his. “Oh... baby…" he groans.

  She scrapes her teeth against his bottom lip that hangs just above her and he drives in even harder, her mouth dropping agape, her head falling back with each escalating ram.

  "Oh!"

  “Let me see you come,” Judas demands, in a low guttural roar. He wants to see her face, his darkened eyes telling her he needs to hear her as he mounts her. He forces her head up, his lips clasping onto hers with the soft coaxing lapses of his tongue. With the dangling hand at his side, he finds her pulsing clit, scrapes a quick fingertip over its head.

  She gasps against his mouth, shaking her head violently. He caresses her nubbin again, softer, lighter, making it just enough for her to feel. The tempo of each piston from his body accelerates, grows, and her groans follow his lead, unintentionally urging him on. He seems to lap up every piercing scream, his body riding her deep as though in desperate need to hear her moan again. He doesn’t stop until she feels him all the way up to his hilt.

  His finger massages the sensitive ruby flesh again, trapping it between his two fingers and circling it tenderly. She starts to shiver under him and something goes off inside her as he reaches for her legs and lifts them over his shoulders. Her body slips down even farther where her butt was in midair, incurved toward her body as he bucks into her, pounding into her at a delinquent speed that has her body jerking, her heaving mounds wobbling under him.

  “Oh… Jesus Christ, baby,” he moans.

  She is ripping at her own hair now, tearing it back from her face, her mouth trembling. Then his fingers sink into her drenched lips, drumming against her clit furiously. She gasps loudly, her breasts bouncing, her arms stretching out as she comes. Her head lifts from the rock, her eyes bugging out as she continues to reach for nothing but air. “Oh, God!"

  She falls back down, the apex of her climax sending her head thrashing sideways, the strokes of his cock in her subsiding then picking up in taunting motions. When the orgasm lulls, her hand falls down over her throat, then rubs over her breast in an unconscious caress.

  Watching her, Judas comes, the chords of his muscles bulging, his skin going taut as he bites down on his own moan. Hot chills feather through her as she watches him in all his glory.

  To her pleasure, all of him is orgasmic. His golden skin that sheens of sweat and water, his inflamed mouth, his alpha-male groans that fall satiated… The way his shudders infect her, makes her head dizzy, makes her pelvis lurch forward, into him, for more.

  Still partially bent over her, he diminishes the space between, trails small, almost imperceptible kisses down the length of her exposed neck. Her unbound tits are hanging out, bountiful, and seems to provoke his insatiable taste for her flavor.

  He suckles one turgid tip with just the surface of his lips, reluctantly removing his rock-hard cock from inside her. She makes a faint sound of protest and his breaths turn into deep grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut.

  “Again,” he whispers throatily, against her nipple. “Give me more,” he orders, ruined. He takes the ripe whole of her tip over and over, cupping the fleshly roundness of her breast with his hand and brings it higher into his mouth, making her back arc into the intense feel.

  Incoherent, she mumbles, “Judas… I..."

  “Belle.” He sucks harder, punishing her for disobeying, pinches against the bud with the inside of his mouth, the slurping sound deafening. His stare blackens as her body rises under him, gyrating in a call that tells him she wants him inside her again also.

  “From behind. Turn,” he vibrates out, like he’s ready to rupture.

  “I-I—"

  “Belle,” he rasps, brushing his calloused thumb over the red tip, his forehead leaning into her wet, slippery cleavage. He whispers a kiss there. “Don’t make me ask again."

  Licking her parched lips, her hips move up with every breeze of his rough padded thumb across her nipple. His fingers, on their own accord, reach for her, for the inside of her thigh, pressing softy against the line of her still wet lips.

  “Christ, you’re so goddamn wet,” he groans, against her. “Move. Now.”

  She obeys immediately, getting on her hands and knees. “Judas," she moans breathy, not even lifting her head or opening her eyes to acknowledge him as she bends over for him.

  His arms cup her breasts from behind and force her up against his solid body. He presses her whole, against his throbbing steel cock, inhaling her hair, kissing and licking her back.

  He whispers into her hair, “You're beautiful.” His tone is absorbedly low, grazed darkly with an intimate throb that makes her blush, makes her feel like the only reason he is so sure is because… he has seen her soul.

  This time his thrusts are harder and faster like he's a man possessed. Belle thinks back to the fight earlier that night and it sends her overdrive. His alpha-male dominance, his testosterone-fueled command of the ring—it all comes together, and she comes hard and fast, Judas filling her with his hot nectar soon after.

  Once Judas is fully satiated, he moves them down to the pool below, taking off all their remaining clothes for a late night swim. They can’t stop kissing, then splashing water at one other, then back to kissing, for the next half-hour.

  “I’ve got everything ready for the barbecue tomorrow,” she says, her arms splaying across the surface of the water in wide movements. “Mom said she’s bringing her own
food, though.” Shaking her head, Belle chuckles.

  “She always does,” he says, before diving underwater. Seconds later, he bursts out from beneath the surface, shaking the water from his hair and wiping his face. Belle sees every seductive movement in slow-motion, her pulse going haywire.

  “I don’t expect less from her anymore. But good news—Cleo said she can make it down in a few weeks time,” Belle says, excited. “I’ve really missed her.”

  “I know you have, Little Bit. What about your dad?”

  “What about him?”

  “Belle. I know what he did was wrong and I know me and him hate each other—”

  “Not true. Last time they came to visit, you both managed to say hello to one another. Albeit, you just nodded your head—”

  “Belle. Don’t change the subject, now. You’re gonna have to forgive him one day. He’s your dad.”

  The truth about why Mr. Kulich had been after her family had eventually come out. Her father had finally found the courage to tell Belle everything. Maybe she’s being as judgmental as her mother accuses, but Belle can’t look at her father the same way. He has admitted he was wrong, but he also declared in the same breath that he had no other choice, he was looking out for his family and he had the best of intentions. But that's not what she heard when he’d confessed to stealing thousands from a dangerous crime lord. In her eyes, he’d risked his family's life for money, and no amount of excuses will ever justify his actions in her book. She’s trying to forgive her father, but she can’t look at him the same. Not yet.

  “Judas, my family are just waiting for me to leave you.” Shaking her head, Belle wonders when her family are going to reach out and try to understand her a little. “When are they going to understand that this is it for me. That I’ll never stop loving you. And they seem to forget that it was Dad who put us all in danger in the first place and it was you who saved us—risking your own life, for goodness sakes… The only one who likes you is my baby brother.”

  “He’s growing on me too,” Judas says, swimming toward her.

  “You’re so good with him. I swear he likes you more than me now.” Belle laughs as Judas places his hands on her hips underwater, and draws her nearer to him. “I think Mom’s still a little afraid of you though. I keep telling her you’re just a giant teddy bear really… But she doesn’t believe me. Says I’m just going through a bad-boy phase.”