by Rina Kent
His hard, thick cock pressed into my apex, making my body shudder with pleasure. He wouldn’t go any further, though. I tried, he pulled away and grabbed hold of my hands and stared down at me, resting his forehead against mine.
“There’s nothing I want more than to fuck your pretty pussy sore and leave you unable to walk straight for weeks, but you’re not ready for what I’m going to give you.” He let me go and stepped away, fixing his mussed hair with a single palm.
“I’ve already had it,” I rasped.
“No, you had a small sample. The things I want to do to you… you’re not ready for the way it’s going to make you feel or how badly you’ll be craving my dick once it’s been inside you again.”
He bent down to remove my underwear entirely, stuffing them in his back pocket. He stoop and ran his eyes over my body, slowly, and then took another step back
“You really are beautiful, but that isn’t enough. Be what I need you to be, what I know you can, and I’ll give you the world someday.” He turned and walked away, leaving me feeling as if I’d just stepped off a cliff.
Chapter Seventeen
Rhiannon
I didn’t speak to Judas all weekend.
I didn’t make it to take that math test either. I shamefully rode in Audrey’s car with my thighs sticking together because of how wet he’d made me. Audrey thought this was the best thing ever.
“I can’t believe he hasn’t torn that ass up yet,” she sighed from the foot of my bed.
“I know right? I’m practically doing a mating call at this point.”
She laughed hard. “All that talk about not being prepared for it though. Woo, girl.” She fanned herself.
“Shut up.” I looked down to hide my heated smile. “I should’ve never told you.”
“That would go against best-friend code 101. We tell each other everything.”
I thumbed my teal bedspread.
That used to be true, but I knew something was going on with her and Gavin, and she still had no idea what really happened two years ago.
“Have you asked him about Erin?”
“Why would I ask him about Erin?”
She gave me a bland look. “He decided to run away after he knocked you on your ass and Judas violently murdered him with words?”
I grinned at her. “Judas did what?”
“He ‘spoke’ to him after we left the office with a warning. I watched from around the corner. He said a few things in that eerily calm way of his, which is a million times worse than someone yelling by the way.”
I nodded in agreement. His calm delivery somehow came off ten times stronger and more threatening. I’d heard of Erin’s abrupt decision to run away, of course, but my lips would remain sealed where Judas or the others were concerned.
Even if I knew nothing. But the way I saw it, that was even better.
“Anyway, what about Dax? Have you asked him anymore about him?”
I laughed under my breath, grateful for the subject change. “That name is not to be spoken.”
“Do you ever feel weird about being totally in love with Judas, but like, meh for Dax?”
I looked at her from beneath my lashes. “In love, Audrey?”
“Don’t deny it.”
There was a light knock on my door, and them mom’s head popped in. “Hey, I have to run to the store. You girl’s want some pizza while I’m out?”
Audrey sat up and stretched. “I have to get going soon. There’s a pile of homework the size of the Grand Canyon waiting for me. Thanks, though.”
“Rhia?”
“Uh, sure mom. Thanks.”
“Okay,” she flashed me a quick smile. “I’ll be back in a few.”
As soon as she was gone, Audrey looked at me with her brows raised. “Your mom has needed to go to the store like four times.”
“Since Friday,” I sighed. It was only Sunday. I wasn’t sure what was going on with her or Dad, but they were acting strange as hell. Stranger than last week, even with one another. Things had been like this since the night I accused Mom of having a body image issue. The ass kissing had yet to cease as well.
“We should do some investigating this week. You know double-o-seven.”
“Do we need the all black ensemble?”
“Think that’s Charlie’s Angels. If we talk Bri into it…” she stood up and grabbed her purse, digging out her key fob.
“Call me when you get there, so I know you made it.”
“Course,” she tossed over her shoulder. “See ya, Tuesday.”
With her gone, my own mountain of homework sat waiting for me across the room. I’d need some strong motivation to finish it all. My cell pinged, and that was the perfect excuse not to go get started yet.
Sunday, September 1st, 2019
J: Now that she’s gone. Bring your ass outside. 5:45 PM
I stared down at the screen with a frown. How did he know that she’d left? Or that she was even here? I clutched my cell in one hand and walked over to the bay window, leaning on it to see outside.
Sure enough, a blacked-out Charger was sitting in my driveway. How many cars did he have? I debated ignoring him, but that had never once worked in the past. Plus, I maybe, kinda, wanted to see him.
I slid on a pair of flats, grabbed a cardigan, and made sure I had my house keys before going outside to meet him.
The weather was still warm right now, but that would change soon. I was looking forward to watching the trees change.
I crossed in front of the car, going to the passenger side, hearing the locks pop as I rounded to the door.
“So, you’re still stalking?” I asked as soon as my ass hit the seat.
“I’ve always had eyes on you,” he replied with zero shame, running his eyes over my legs. “I like this.” He reached over and fingered my chevron dress.
“Don’t change the subject.”
He shifted into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. “You don’t sound like you care all that much.”
“I wouldn’t say I don’t care as much as I’m not surprised by it. Somethings wrong with me, obviously.”
“Why do you say that?” He turned off to go a different direction than he usually did.
“This.” I waved a hand between us. “I have no idea what this is, Jude. It’s not a typical relationship. I ignore all the warnings about you, completely unbothered by the truth behind them. I condone all the shit things you do. And…I like you more than hate you most of the time.”
He was quiet for a few beats, taking another turn on a road I didn’t know.
“None of that’s wrong, principessa.”
“You said you were going to bully me and wreck my world, I responded by spreading my legs for you.”
His lips twitched as he fought a smile. “Even after I wreck your world, I promise I’ll be there to help you pick up the shattered pieces of it.”
“You’re the one who’s going to shatter it, why would you put it back together?”
“Because I get to rebuild it however I want to.”
I crossed my arms, rubbing away the goosebumps that just gave me. “And the stalking?”
“That’s not always me. I’ll reiterate, I’ve had eyes on you since we met. You should feel special. You are special. You’ve held my interest for almost three years now.”
Okay. Now that was actually disturbing. I didn’t get it either. “Why? There’s plenty of other girls.”
“Not like you.”
“Gabby?” I asked with a hint of too much bitterness.
He laughed. “Gabby was a short fling and way to distract myself from…other things. You, cannot be brushed aside or compared to any other girls because I’ve never met anyone else like you.”
I hummed, totally melting inside. “And another thing, I really need to stop hopping in cars with you. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
My idea of a surprise and his idea of a surprise were probably on two very differe
nt spectrums.
I never thought I’d see this place again.
The brownstone looked quite sad with no one living in it, but well-tended.
“Why did you bring me here, Jude?”
“This is where we began.” He opened his car door and got out. “Come on.”
I looked around at all the trees surrounding us.
This was equivalent of being in the woods. I opened my door and followed him more than a little reluctantly.
“Do you remember it?”
“Yes,” I replied quietly, mapping out the path I’d taken that night.
“I hadn’t expected him to show up at a Halloween party.”
“Who was he?” I asked.
“Someone trying to pretend they had information about a person I was looking for.”
I nodded, walking to stand by the hood of the car. “I remember you holding a rock.”
“That was the last time I ever forgot my gun.”
I side-eyed him. “You carry a gun?”
“I’ve always carried. So do Bri, Gavin, and Owen.”
“Why? I mean other than being rich, are you part of some top-secret society?”
“What if I was?”
I leaned against the car. “This isn’t all because of your school king complex is it?”
He tossed his head back and laughed, more genuinely and freely than I’d ever seen.
My heart clenched in my chest at the sight. He was so gorgeous.
“Fuck that school. Anyone who thinks ruling a few hallways means they have power is really just a pussy with an inflated ego.”
I—damn. He was right.
“So, not a king then?”
“To these people, sure. This town, too. To the real world? My world? Nah. That’d be someone like Gavin. I’ve got higher aspirations.”
“Like?” I fished.
“Why stop at being a king when you’re destined to be a fucking god?”
I liked that comparison a lot. “That’s…so you are like Italian royalty?”
He turned away from the direction he’d been facing and walked back towards me. “I’m Sicilian, I speak Italian. And you could say that. You know what that would make you?”
I rolled my eyes. “A peasant I’m sure.”
“A goddess. A queen. Whatever the fuck you want to be, because nothing is wrong with you, principessa. You’re perfection. You let this world label you and predetermine what you should be when all you need to do is be you, the girl who helped me bury a body in the middle of the night.”
He stepped into me, planting his hands on my hips, walking us backward.
“That girl was insane.”
“No,” he said, his voice heavy with grit.
The car met my back, and he caged me in with his body, slipping his hands beneath my dress to grab hold of my ass.
“I'm just like you, you're like me. But only one of us is pretending to have a semblance of purity and sanity.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, reflecting on the first night I saw him. If I had never followed him from the party none of this would be happening. From the moment we got entangled I’d set a precursor for my future.
Him.
The wicked blueblood who’d bashed a man’s head in with a rock. I hadn’t even asked questions, I just helped him dig a hole and bury the guy. His bones were out here with us right now, the flesh having rotted off for the earthworms and maggots to feast on.
I never regretted it.
Never thought to go to the police.
I let him have every part of me when we were done. It had been the perfect ending to a night shrouded in death and violence.
Raising up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his. He immediately reciprocated. It didn’t take long before I was ready for more, I’d been wanting more since I saw him leaning over that damn balcony.
His hand delved into my underwear, a deep breath of air leaving his lungs. “You’re always so wet for me, bambina.”
I spread my legs to encourage him, and he eased two fingers inside me, rocking in and out of my pussy at a slow, steady tempo. A soft moan passed from my lips into his mouth.
He pulled away and brought his lips to my ear. “Admit you want me, and I’ll give you what you’re so badly craving. Every solid inch of it.”
I nodded against him, withholding a, Hell yes!
“Say the words, Rhiannon,” he demanded, shoving his digits in knuckle deep.
I whimpered, rising onto my toes to fight against the tension. “I want you. You know I do. I always have.”
His fingers immediately withdrew. He pulled open the rear door of the car and shoved me inside so that only my legs hung off the seat.
There was nothing soft or sweet about what happened next.
He wrenched my underwear down my legs and replaced them with his mouth, eating me like his life depended on it. His tongue plunged so deep inside me I could clench it with my walls.
“I knew you were meant for me the night you spread these legs and offered up this sweet pussy while we were covered in blood.”
He ran his nose up my slit, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it back and forth, and then flattening against it completely.
“Judas,” I whimpered, dragging my hands through his hair.
He reached up and used two fingers to shove back my hood, fully exposing my swollen clit. The tip of his tongue pressed against it and he began to circulate his motions, creating a mind-blowing friction.
His fingers went lower, to a place only he had been before. A thumb pressed against the puckered hole, easing into it. I cried out, feeling wetness gathering on the seat as it trickled from my pussy and between the crevice of my ass.
Everything stopped abruptly, and then he was hovering over me. The sound of his zipper going down seemed to echo in the air around us. I glanced down at his cock, seeing it practically throb from how hard it was, a bead of precum already on his tip. He was long and wide. Absolutely. Perfect.
When he guided himself to my entrance, I released a shaky breath to prepare myself.
He took my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the seat, hooking them over his shoulders “Look at me,” he commanded gruffly.
My eyes flew to his, becoming trapped in their steel prison. He flexed his hips and sunk himself inside me, not stopping to allow me any time to adjust. “This pussy was made for my cock,” he groaned.
I felt myself stretching, a pleasurable burn growing stronger when he withdrew, slamming back inside me on my next breath.
He was quick to readjust, giving me the ability to lock my hands around the back of his neck. His hips rolled and I gasped, causing a smile to spread across his face.
He began to pump in and out of me, my pussy flooding for him as he picked up his tempo fucking me harder the louder, I screamed for him.
My mind could only focus on the pleasure he gave me.
When his hand wrapped around my throat, pinning me to the seat so he could reach even deeper inside me, I felt myself begin to clench. His hold tightened until the car was rocking and spots were dancing across my vision.
No other sound filled the woods but what we did in the backseat of his car. I came on a strangled cry, forcing him to follow as I contracted around him.
He didn’t move away from me right away. His body lowered without crushing me, and he pressed his lips to my forehead.
Chapter Eighteen
Rhiannon
Mom never called.
I’m not sure why that was my first thought upon waking in Judas’ bed, but it was. A quick glance at my cellphone screen showed it was ten past midnight.
She would’ve been back with the pizza hours ago. Technically, at eighteen, almost nineteen since I had a late birthday, she didn’t need to track my every move.
But still.
And where the hell was Judas?
After what we did in his bed most of the night, it seemed rather rude to leave me to wake up without him. I s
at up and listened but heard no other sounds in the house.
Shoving his cloud-like comforter off me, I slipped from the bed and headed for the door, ignoring the ache between my legs.
I snagged one of his T-shirts from a dresser along the way to cover up my nakedness.
The hallway looked like a gaping hole of darkness. Creepy as hell. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to living in a giant ass house, but if I stayed with Judas…
Okay. I was getting way ahead of myself. Good dick and orgasms that had my soul leaving my body obviously evaporated some of my brain cells. I stepped out into the hall on my tiptoes, feeling the needs to be silent.
Did he live here alone? I should’ve asked that hours ago. I certainly hoped his parents were away or something. I’d hate to meet his mom and dad dressed like this, and there was no way they tuned out our performance.
Thinking I heard something, I paused, listening for it again. Was that a groan? Trepidation had my spine tingling. Moving down the stairs, I noticed a glow of light kind-of cascading into the dining room.
It had to be coming from the kitchen.
I went towards it, ignoring every horror movie no-no there was. There wasn’t anyone around, but I picked up on voices, multiple and Judas’ was one of them.
Pulling the largest knife available from a butcher block on the counter, I clutched the handle tightly, and moved towards an open door with careful placed steps.
Closing my eyes and swallowing, I was just summoning the lady balls to peek around the doorframe when a familiar voice spoke up.
“You can stop playing a shitty game of hide and seek and come in here. You don’t exactly blend in with the shadows,” Gavin said.
“You…you can see me?”
“No, kitten. We can hear you,” Owen replied.
“You did good up until you grabbed the knife,” Brianna chimed in.
What the hell?
I moved away from the counter and found myself staring into a garage. I think.