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“It's not as distant as you think.”
“What?”
He stared at me with that damning obscure expression and I couldn’t be sure if I was meant to hear that or not.
No, I think that it was intentional. He was adroit at getting inside my head and making it a mess.
“Your future isn’t something to worry about because just like you, principessa, it belongs to me.”
I half scoffed half snorted. “Judas, I don’t belong to you. At the very most you’re a temporary shareholder.”
“Do you believe the lies you speak? We both know my name is etched onto your twisted little soul.”
“Whatever you say.”
He suddenly stood and began to come towards me. “I think I need to pin you down and fuck some rationality into that pretty head of yours.”
His predatory stance, the way he was looking at me, and the clipped tone had me on my feet just as fast. I didn’t know where to go unless I ran away like the prey, he loved making me into.
This would be a perfect time for Owen or Bri to come waltzing into the house. They’d at least intervene or serve as a helpful distraction. Gavin’s psychotic ass would sit and watch the entire show. Unwilling to back down, I steeled my spine and held myself at the end of his silver daggered stare.
“I think you need to find some logic before going off a caveman tangent. I’m not going to up and leave everything I know for something I have no certainty of.”
“I am everything you know and if I’m not, don’t worry, I will be.”
My brows furrowed. “Is that some kind of threat?”
“No, bella. It’s me reiterating the promise I made to you.”
I knew precisely what he was referring to. I ground my teeth and glared at him. “You think I’m going to go standby and let that happen? My fam--.”
“How much more clearly do I need to say fuck your family before you get it? Should I go and put a bullet in Evie’s skull? Bring Marcus to the garage for a round of show and tell? Me telling you again and again with each piece of him that I dismember? Would that clarify things better?”
I wasn’t sure if I managed to stop the shock that I felt from registering on my face. I was genuinely taken aback. He meant every word of that. He had no qualms taking them away from me.
“And if I were to say fuck your family too?”
I didn’t see him move.
He was in front of me wrapping a hand around my throat, applying enough pressure to make me squirm. I gripped one of his wrists pulled while reaching down with my other hand to grab hold of his balls.
I cupped them roughly and started to squeeze.
“Let me go or I’m making sure you’ll never have kids,” I seethed.
A small grunt was the only sign he made to show that this remotely bothered him. He brought his face closer to mine and grinned almost manically. “I thought you’d know by now; I like it when it hurts.”
What the fuck?
I felt his dick harden, proving he wasn’t simply talking shit. I knew he liked rough sex, but this was a bit different than that. He took advantage of my brief surprise and released my throat, only to spin me around and grip the back of my neck, forcing me to bend over the couch.
“What are you doing?” I growled.
“Exactly what I said I was going to.” He kept his hand firmly in place, using his foot to kick my legs apart.
“Stop,” I protested, pushing against the leather to try and free myself.
The jiggle of his belt and the sound of his zipper going down seemed to echo throughout the house. I flinched when the head of his dick brushed against the back of my thigh.
“Judas--.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he demanded in a cool, deceptive tone.
My body trembled with a mix of unwarranted arousal and apprehension as he forced me to bow, even more, placing my knees almost entirely on the chaise.
He didn’t bother with foreplay, didn’t remove a single article of clothing. He pulled my underwear to the side and then spit into his hand, rubbing the head of his cock with saliva before forcing it inside me. I cried out, grabbing at the couch as a searing, pleasurable burn followed his rough intrusion.
There was no time to adjust. He pulled out and slammed back in, wrenching another cry from my lungs. His dick stretched and filled me. Relentless, that’s the way he fucked me. One hand wrapping my neck so tightly it would bruise with me bent over his sofa.
“Judas,” I breathed on a moan, my pussy growing wetter with every punishing thrust.
He released my neck and tangled his hand in my hair, fisting it at the scalp and roughly pulling it towards him. The ceiling high above me became my new focal point, the arch in my back deepening from the posture he’d forced me into. I whimpered loudly, moaning uncontrollably as his dick went unimaginably deeper.
