When his eyes came back to mine the predatory hunger, I once knew so well was blazing in them. Oh, so slowly and without breaking our connection he began to undo his slacks.

  The belt came first, the jingle of the buckle had my stomach somersaulting again. The top button was undone, and the zipper pulled down. With the same unhurried pace, as if he knew I was close to begging, he lowered the pants over his hips along with his navy drawers. A dark trail of hair led me straight to a patch of curls where his long, thick dick jutted away from his solid stomach.

  I rolled my lips and squeezed my thighs together.

  “Spread your legs, principessa. Show me my pussy.”

  I couldn’t make myself voice a refusal. I wanted him in a way that bordered on manic, but that was how Judas and I had always been. We were chaotic and tumultuous, but damn did we know how to make that work.

  Until we didn’t.

  I wasn’t going there now, though. No, instead I did as he commanded and spread my legs apart, showing him the pussy, he would soon be buried inside of, and exactly how wet it was.

  Though his expression remained mostly unchanged, the bobbing of his throat and pre-cum on the tip of his dick brought me great satisfaction and comfort. We were in this surreal moment together.

  “You were so worth the wait, amore mio,” he implored with heated vehemence. “I want to suck, lick, and kiss every inch of your incredible body. I want those lips wrapped around my dick until your throat is raw and you’re choking on my come. I want your pussy on my face so I can fuck you with my tongue.” He began to move forward, his eyes never leaving mine.

  I watched him with slightly parted lips, so turned on I thought I would come at any second from his words alone. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and pulled me down the bed until I was flat on my back. I released a soft gasp, recovering just in time to watch him place his body above mine.

  “That’s all going to wait because right now I need to be inside you.” He bent my legs towards my chest and hooked them over his muscular forearms, keeping me spread wide.

  The head of his cock brushed against my lips, mixing pre-come with my arousal. “Are you ready for me, principessa?”

  Before I could respond a sharp cry was torn from my throat as he buried his cock inside me with one solid thrust. I was so wet his rough intrusion left me with a delicious burn and the satisfying sensation of being stretched by his big dick.

  A curse left him as he withdrew and repeated the motion. Without giving me a grace period, he hitched my legs higher and began to fuck me in earnest. I came within seconds, pure bliss enveloping every nerve.

  “Judas,” I cried out with a discordant moan.

  “There you go, let it happen. Remember who this belongs to,” he praised, slamming his mouth over mine. My pussy contracted around him as he fucked me through my orgasm.

  Pleasure unfurled within my core. I held onto his shoulders, running my hands up and down his back, reveling in the feel of him pounding into me.

  “Say it,” he demanded, his voice controlled and solid as steel.

  Whatever he’d asked me before this was drawing nothing but empty air. My brain couldn’t comprehend what he wanted while his dick drove in and out of my pussy.

  “Good,” I managed to moan.

  It was an understatement. He felt amazing, better than that. There was no comparing him to anything or anyone.

  “Apparently not good enough if you can still talk like that,” he replied with an undercurrent of a growl.

  My legs were roughly pulled up onto his shoulders. This new position allowed him to go even deeper. A hand wrapped around my throat to keep me pinned in place as he bottomed out.

  I cried out, screaming from the overwhelming fullness and pleasure morphing from the pain.

  He successfully stole my ability to speak by how savagely he fucked me. Tears pricked my eyes, as pleasure and torment warred within. I dug my nails into the wrist keeping me held down. I could feel another climax building at a dizzying speed. The pillowtop began to slide from the mattress as he thrust in and out of me.

  His small grunts of pleasure were music to my ears. My core muscles tightened until I couldn’t help but let go. The second release hit me harder than the first. I screamed something unintelligible, barely registering him lowering my legs to the bed or my nails dragging across his skin.

  I couldn’t believe he’d gotten me off twice by fucking me. I never came without my clit being lavished with attention.

  Unless it was him.

  He’d done it years ago and he was even better at it now. He pulled out and tapped my left thigh, issuing a command in a gravelly tone. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  I rolled onto my stomach and placed my hands flat on the bed. Judas nudged my legs apart and he lifted me back onto his lap. His cock slid through my slit, slick with my come and juices. Grabbing me by the throat once again, he lined himself up and eased back inside me. I moaned, feeling my inner muscles contract around his length.

  “Ride me, principessa.”

  I almost said I couldn’t. I was not used to this level of fucking. But then my mind took a darker turn and I wondered how many women had been able to keep up with him. I’d done it like a pro, once upon a time.

  One night wasn’t going to magically build me back up to that, but I was going to get myself off one more time by trying.

  I knew how to ride a dick.

  I placed a hand over each of his and used them to anchor myself as I lifted up and rolled my hips, slowly sliding back down, taking him fully inside me with a low moan. I felt him twitch between my walls. Focusing solely on his cock, I took my time to find a rhythm that worked.

  “Sì, just like that,” he praised, thrusting up every time I came down. I rode him faster, slowing when the hand on my hip snaked between my legs and began toying with my clit.

  The grip on my throat tightened to the point tears began to form in my eyes. My leg muscles burned from exertion, and the sweat between my breasts trickled down the contours of my body. My moans grew silent as my breaths came shallow and fast. I pulled at his hand trying to tell him I couldn’t take anymore and found myself being shoved face-first into the pillows.

  “Judas, I can’t,” I choked out.

  “You will.” He knotted a hand in my hair and forced my cheek to the mattress.

  “No,” I breathed out, trying to move backward.

  “You don’t get to tell me no.” He thrust into me, forcing his dick as deep as it could go. I sucked in a sharp breath and curled my fists into the damp bedsheets. “We’re going to fuck until one of us passes out. If you go first, I’ll still be fucking you when you wake back up.”

  My response died off as he began moving inside me again. Thrusting in and out with measured strokes at a steady tempo, I expected him to tire himself out.

  My pussy grew wetter around him, another orgasm lingering out of reach. His own release had to be close. He started to fuck me even harder. His grip on my hair grew harsher, pulling at the long strands with every flex of his hips.

  I felt his dick jerk and he cursed with an animalistic growl, continuing to fuck me through his climax. When the thrusts weren’t near as forceful and the grip on my hair loosened, I knew he was done. He stopped and slowly pulled out, causing me to bite my lip.

  As if I were made of glass, he rolled me onto my back, keeping his body between my spread legs. I licked my lips and swallowed a few times trying to gather my bearings and regulate my heartbeat. Judas stared down at me. His body was slick with sweat and his hair sexily messed. He looked like every wet dream I’d ever had.

  “You’re beautiful, Rhiannon. So fucking perfect.” He leaned down and slanted his mouth over mine.

  I found the strength to lift my arms and take his face into my hands. I loved the feel of his skin—of him. His lips and the way he teased me into kissing them.

  It was soft and slow, a stark contrast to everything else we’d just done.

  When he broke it off, he placed another on my forehead. I expected him to get off me, but he began to kiss his way down my body, every few kisses dragging his tongue across my skin. His breath felt cool against my heated flesh.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Until one of us passes out,” he reminded me. “I’m far from finished with you, principessa. We have years to account for.”

  I didn’t think he’d meant that literally. Apparently, he had.

  Gripping onto my thighs, he spread me wider and continued to kiss his way lower. I could feel his come and mine between my legs.

  “Judas,” I began to protest, losing all reservations when he placed his incredible mouth over my pussy.

  His deep moan of appreciation after the first swipe of his tongue had my hands tangling in his hair.

  “Watch me,” he demanded, his breath fanning over my sensitive clit.

  I locked eyes with him and nodded, running my fingers through his silky locks. He gripped my thighs harder to keep them open, and slowly eased his tongue inside me.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  A repetitive melodic tone ruined any possibility of me sleeping in.

  It was coming from right in front of my face. No longer sensing Judas in bed with me, I pushed the comforter down and squinted to see through the glaring sunlight flooding the room.

  On the nightstand, a cellphone vibrated and continued to play an annoying as hell melody. I reached out and grabbed the phone, silencing what I quickly saw was a pre-set alarm.

  I let the cell fall to the bed beside me and planted my forehead against the mattress. “Fucking, Judas,” I groaned.

  My entire body was sore but in a good way. This was the kind of soreness that came from being thoroughly and pleasurably used. The man was like a machine. At some point, I had slipped away and when I came to it was on a pleasurable scream as he fucked me again.

  I lost track of how many times we came before he finally took pity on me. He let me lay on his body, so I was out of the wet spots but eventually, he maneuvered me like a doll and changed the bedding.

  A woosh of air alerted me to the bedroom door swinging open. I turned my head and opened one eye, watching as Judas strolled in and headed straight for my cocoon of comfort.

  “Rise and shine, principessa.”

  “Why?” I asked in a groggy voice, looking at him with both eyes now wide open.

  He was an actual Adonis walking in here looking the way he did. How could he be so well-rested? Wearing a white button-down rolled back at the sleeves and suit pants, he had a professional edge about him. He’d added a watch to today’s attire that probably cost more than what I would have made in two years.

  “There will be plenty of days where you lay around wearing nothing but my come and sleep for as long as you want. Unfortunately for both of us, that day isn’t this one.”

  Stopping right beside the bed, he reached down and picked up the cellphone. “This is your new cell. I pitched the old one.”

  Oh, God. Was this how we were starting the day off? He didn’t miss a beat. I watched him click through a few different apps with raised brows.

  “If that’s mine then you know that’s considered an invasion of privacy, right?”

  “Only if you have something to hide, which you don’t and never will because I know all of your secrets and any new ones will be shared between us as husband and wife.”

  “Seriously?” I asked with a dry laugh. “So, I can know the passcode to your phone and go through it whenever I want?”

  “You already know my passcodes. Most of them, anyway.” He placed my new cell back on the side table. “Now, get your ass out of bed, we have a busy day ahead of us and I’m tempted to spend half of it fucking you again.”

  Even as sore as my body was, that didn’t sound like a terribly awful idea. That’s precisely why it was one. I’d need a wheelchair if he put me through another fuck-fest like the one we just had.

  “What do you mean by us having a busy day?”

  “For the love of--,” he paused and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before fixing me with his steely-eyed stare. “You ask a lot of fucking questions.”

  I smiled brightly. “I know. Don’t you love it?”

  He sighed and grabbed hold of the comforter, yanking it away from my body. “Up,” he commanded, bringing a hand down on my ass.

  I yelped and lurched onto my knees. Twisting at the waist, I leveled him with a glare. “That hurt!”

  “You’re up, aren’t you?” He took my face into his large hands and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Now hustle. Get a shower, put on something pretty, and then meet me in the kitchen.”

  “Something pretty?”

  “Mhm,” he hummed, placing another kiss on the tip of my nose.

  “A dress and more heels. You have an entire wardrobe to choose them from.”

  “Why do I have to wear heels?”

  He slipped one arm around my waist and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back until I was looking up at him. “Because later I want to bend you over and fuck you in them.”

  “Um, no. I can’t handle anymore of you.”

  His victorious smirk instantly irritated me.

  “While that does wonders for my ego, it does not make either of us come.” With one last, hard kiss he stepped away. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

  I rolled my lips together to savor his minty taste. I didn’t know what he was up to now, but I was certainly going to find out. Maybe that should be my outlook from here forward.

  I didn’t dig much after everything fell apart. I wasn’t sure if I could handle what I would find at the end of the road I would have to take for the answers I sought.

  Now was the best time to figure that all out. There was someone right in front of me that knew most, if not all of what I wanted to. If I let things go on like I always had until Judas showed up again, I’d be running on the same hamster wheel going nowhere.

  Somewhat motivated to maybe get some clarity about my life for once and figure out what Judas’ angle was by making me his wife, I slid out of bed and headed for the closets off the hallway leading into the bathroom. Each step reminded me that I’d just gotten fucked every which way to Sunday.

  When I got to where the two doors faced one another, I wanted to rejoice in reaching my destination without pause.

  Upon my discovery last night, I learned that were his and her closets, both the same size, two levels meticulously organized. Judas’ had a capsule wardrobe, which wasn’t surprising while mine was full of more clothes than I could ever wear in an entire year.

  There was everything from cocktail and club dresses to sweats and booty shorts. The shoes and accessories were more the same. He had thought of it all and nailed what would be considered my own personal style with the exception of some wildly glam evening gowns.

  I didn’t want to sound like a bougie bitch but standing in such a big-ass closet certainly made me appreciate that the twisted asshole I hated to love had enough cash to make me feel as if I could be one. The center island had a tall jewelry box full of a few diamond pieces.

  Keeping in mind his attire request, I went with a simpler option and grabbed a skater-style chevron dress and black strapped heels I wouldn’t struggle to walk in.

  Once I gathered all the other items, I’d need I set about getting myself clean and primped. The heated shower felt like heaven on my aching muscles. I pushed my hair back from my face and examined the marks Judas had left on me. There was an impression of his fingers in a light-colored bruise on each hip where he’d gripped to keep me still. I knew I’d find another mark on my throat that would need to be covered up.

  The night before played through my mind like a film reel in high definition. I clenched my thighs in a vain attempt to ward off the desire to experience what he’d done between them again.

  Our short game of Russian roulette would go down as one of my favorite forms of foreplay.

  That was a secret I would never share with him despite his thoughts on the subject.

  As husband and wife.

  I couldn’t imagine that.

  I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the slick mosaic tiles. We’d crossed the line that had always blurred where we were concerned. There were a lot of reasons it shouldn’t have happened, but it had and I enjoyed nearly every second of it.

  Dealing with the fallout was another matter entirely. Last night wasn’t simple, animalistic fucking without reason. Our bodies tangled together was the start of solidifying the frayed bond between our souls. I held him close and breathed him in. I relished the brutal way he reminded me of what I’d been trying to deny since I was seventeen.

  I knew this would change things between us but that didn’t mean I was ready to acknowledge whatever that may be.

  I could lie again and again refusing to accept it meant anything. People fell into bed together all the time, but we weren’t people.

  No matter how I reasoned with myself, his every touch was a fatal blow to the barricade I’d erected around my heart to protect it from the one man I dared to love.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  I had the pill halfway to my mouth when Judas came to hurry me along.

  “You’re still not ready?”

  “I am ready, right after I take this,” I grumbled. It hadn’t even been that long, and beauty took time. I told him as much after I swallowed my birth control and chased it with a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.

  I was somewhat surprised he stood there and watched me without comment. I knew he wanted kids. He’d made that fact known.

  I on the other hand wasn’t sure how I felt about being a mother or having little Judas demons to tame.

  I don’t think the world was ready for that kind of catastrophe.

  “Rhiannon you could wear rags and still look just as beautiful as you always do,” he replied to my complaint of him rushing me.

  “That wasn’t the point, but thanks for the compliment.”