by August Red
His eyes shut as he pushes forward. He enters her, slowly. Her body mercifully accommodates him. And the sensation of him being sheathed within her is so maddening, that it forces all other thoughts from her mind.
As he finally thrusts himself in to the hilt, she is overcome by the exquisite agony. Belle's cry rings out just as a tortured moan slips past his lips.
Now fully sheathed inside her tight warmth, Belle is assaulted by overwhelming sensations. The power of the sweet ache is astonishing. Blinding ferocious lust seems to surge through him. Belle watches Judas' every movement, captivated by the rapt expression that washes over his face just before his body tenses and his eyes close. To see him be so moved by the feel of her, heightens her own need.
Out of her mind with wanting, she raises her hips against his, and breathes in a whisper far too husky to be recognizable as her own, "You don't have to stop."
"Am I hurting you?" he asks in a strained voice.
She presses her lips to his, her hips squirming in the most maddening manner, as she murmurs, "No. You don't have to hold back. I don't want you to hold back anything. Never with me."
She gasps as he withdraws himself almost all the way out and thrusts into her again. The feeling takes her very breath away. Judas' eyes fix on hers as he begins to move in and out of her. The incredible sensation is overwhelming. Belle begins to meet his thrusts, reciprocating in perfect unison. Their rhythm is unhurried at first, as they savor the feel of each other. Belle is astonished by Judas’ maintained discipline and prowess. Each movement he makes is artful and deliberate, and she can tell by the tension in his body, and his intense expression, that his control is not coming easily. It seems he’s fighting to delay his own release until she’s been thoroughly satisfied.
There’s still so much pent-up passion lurking just behind his eyes. She wonders how long he'll be able to contain it. She hopes it won’t be long. She pines for him to share it with her, for anything that will bring her closer to understanding him, and prove that this is real.
Her hands smooth lovingly over his lower back as her movements grow bolder. Belle feels empowered by her seeming effect on him, and she is overcome with the desire to bring him the same intensity of pleasure he seems so determined to bring her. As her hips rise to meet his, they writhe in a circular fashion, increasing the stimulation for both of them.
Tilting back his head, Judas groans. His eyes close again as she kisses his neck. Her hands roam impatiently over his back as she runs her tongue over the sensitive skin of his throat. She can feel his hard cock pulsate and tighten, and as though helpless against the feelings she is awakening in him, Judas moans, "Jesus Christ, Belle..."
Their rhythm increases; their movements becoming more frenzied. “I need you, Judas. I need you so much.”
His hands find her face, cradling it as he kisses her roughly, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Belle marvels as his hands suddenly seem to be everywhere at once, fondling her breasts, smoothing over her thighs, and grasping at her hips. The mind-blowing pleasure starts to grip her and she raises her knees higher.
Judas' hunger for her is insatiable. Her delicious moans and cries are becoming more insistent, telling Judas that her release is imminent. His fevered kisses claim her mouth as he crushes her body to his, rocking into her without mercy. His passion breaks upon her like raging waves upon the shore.
He forcefully grasps her thighs, guiding her to wrap them around his waist before his hands find her arms and raises them over her head. His hands rub up the length of them before his palms slide over hers, their fingers interlocking in one erotic moment, as their eyes meet with savage intensity. His voice is hoarse, and his eyes blaze with emotion as he rasps, "Say it again."
Her eyes never leave his as she moans in abandon, "I need you, Judas. Only you."
There is such strain in his voice as he breathes, "You’re mine." His jaw clenches as his hands grasp her wrists, pinning them to the bed. His eyes burn into hers as he thickly demands, "Say you’re mine."
She arches against him, his body continuing to slam into hers, the physical pleasure becoming more than she can stand, making her cry out her answer, "Oh God... I'm yours... Always…"
He kisses her fiercely, letting go of her wrists, and hauls her closer to him. Her hands grasp his shoulder, her fingertips biting into his flesh as she begins to climax. Finally, he gives himself over to the pleasure of her body. Her muscles start to contract around him, as their frantic movements grow rougher and more chaotic. He moans against her mouth, and the intolerable pleasure wracks her body as he blindly slams into her. For one moment, they’re lost in the possession of each other; their cries mingling with one another before the pleasure overwhelms them, becoming something too powerful for either of them to contain.
Belle clutches Judas tightly as she comes harder than she has ever done in her entire life. Her body tenses as she cries out in a shaky voice, "Oh, Judas!"
Judas relinquishes his control at the same time, the spasms in her body ruthlessly stimulating him, as he reaches his own climax. He moans as though savoring the long denied pleasure. She feels his body shudder as he spills his seed deep within her.
Belle feels as though her world has been turned upside down. The overwhelming storm of passion and emotion leaves her exhausted, as she clings to the center of her universe.
Judas Bane.
Spent by the forcefulness of their lovemaking, she collapses against him. He wraps his arms around her as he holds her close. Enfolded by his protective embrace, she sighs deeply, lost in the rhythm of his beating heart. Her own heart pounds fiercely, her pulse unnaturally loud in her own ears.
It seems an eternity that they remain like that. Slowly the world returns little by little and awareness of her surroundings creeps back in.
She breathes deeply, memorizing his unique scent. In his embrace, she feels deeply contented, and despite the fact that all reason maintains that she should fear Judas, she has never felt more safe and protected than she does now in his arms. The realization comes then with crystal clarity.
This is real.
This is right.
She’d thought once that Judas was playing a game with her, a game she was determined to win. But now, giving herself over to him, she knows the truth.
They have both lost.
Chapter Thirty
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY. In and out. Erase the problem and wipe away the trail of evidence into non-existence.
But this one mission is fucking everything up. Judas is…
The shrill of the phone cracks like a whip in the empty room and Vladimir doesn’t even wait for the first ring to finish. “Yeah?"
“Boss, it's Nestor. Just got back from Wentworth Creek, we're on our way back."
“So what've you found?” Vladimir asks, peering out the window, his form the only presence and light in the room.
“Well, we tapped into the main database of the warehouse, made a duplicate of Spencer’s secretary’s computer memory… She, uh, found Judas’ private files—pictures."
Vladimir bites down, feeling a convulsion of rage steam up in his body, but he remains calm in his delivery. “Hmm. Anything else?"
“Nothing except…"
“What?” he snaps, pushing his fisted hand into his pant’s pocket.
“Well, while we accessed the memory, a bill came up for a leased blue minivan under the name Douglas Whitemore. Purchased and received the same week as the files were. The description of the minivan isn’t familiar to anyone when we asked around, but get this—it's the same car the cops put out an APB on after the Dela Cruzes went missing. Cops found the van two days later in Coastbourne somewhere. We got a hold of the police files and it's identical in license plate and everything to the car seen in front of the Dela Cruz's house the morning they disappeared."
“Really?” Vladimir drawls, cupping his chin. “What’d you think that means?"
“Dunno, Boss… Maybe they're up to something."
“Or…” Vladimir adds, his voice a deep shake, “…maybe someone tipped them off."
There’s a long pause before Nestor continues, “What'd you want us to do?"
“Get rid of it all. Go to the secretary’s house—you know the rest,” Vladimir orders mechanically, his monotone voice not deviating for a second. "Wait. Did you say the van was in Coastbourne?"
"Yeah."
"That's near Aston, right?"
"A few hours from there, yeah. Why?"
"Judas’ old mansion’s in Aston...” He sighs, shaking his head, deep in thought.
“Boss?”
“Stay out of sight for a coupla days. Things are gonna go down. Need clearance. If shit goes down, I'll call."
He clicks the phone off before waiting for Nestor's response and presses speed-dial Three.
“Roman."
"Find anything?"
"Boss. You ain't gonna fucking believe what I found out."
Acknowledgements
My three sisters, who encouraged me to indulge in my bad-boy fantasies. I spent many long days and nights creating and dreaming about Judas Bane, my first sexy alpha-male, gun-wielding hero, and the strong woman who stood by his side.
Charlie, Bonnie and Lucy, my childhood friends who enjoy my eclectic ways and provide great suggestions. Though, Lucy, your last suggestion was a little too raunchy even for me! Thanks Charlie, for inspiring the waterfall idea.
My editor, James Wilkins, who inspires me daily to reach for my dreams and to aim for the stars.
Ling Zhao, for her untiring efforts in creating the perfect book cover!
The Little Women Writing Group for their feedback and enthusiastic support. Dean, I couldn’t have done this without you!
Jake Winters, my partner in love for over five years and counting. He doesn’t ride a Harley, but he does have piercing blue eyes that make me weak in the knees. Thank you for supporting me and understanding that I needed to hide away and write for the last twelve months. I promise, Pumpkin, I’ll make up for it.
And to my wonderful readers. Thank you so much for reading my first romance book. I would love the chance to read your thoughts and opinions, so please leave a review. Loved it, or hated it—I’d love to hear from you!
About the Author
It all began when August Red dove into the world of fan-fiction over a decade ago, while she worked as a children’s librarian. Her passion for mastering characters and plot grew and she studied Creative Writing at college. After publishing several novels in Suspense Thriller, under an alias, August is excited to dip her toes into the pool of Romance. She is already in the works of planning her next Romance book.
When not writing, she can be found snowboarding with her friends, or watching romance movies with her three sisters—or, riding it real with the love of her life on the back of his beat-up truck.