My hands shot out, desperate to push him away, but it was useless-his strength was devastating and merciless. He caught my wrists mid-air and a low, deranged growl rumbled in his chest as he pinned them above my head with one hand with bruising and immovable grip.
I panted.
“Fucking stop fighting,” he rumbled and his free hand roamed down my naked body, squeezing just hard enough to make me flinch. “I’m not the kind of man you fight.”
I knew it. I knew he was not the one I could fight. I couldn’t. I just knew how to survive him, but that knowledge burned like acid in my throat.
Survival meant submission and it was a bitter pill I could barely swallow.
My chest heaved and I thrashed beneath him. My legs kicked out in a desperate attempt to regain some control, but he caught one with a knee and shoved it aside, leaving me exposed and trapped. The feral glint in his eyes had deepened into something wild, untamed-a storm barely restrained, threatening to break free and devour everything in its path.
“Get off me!” I spat, jerking my head to the side, but he grabbed my jaw and forced me to face him, his fingers digging in hard enough to make my teeth ache.
“No,” he hissed. “I won’t get off you, I won’t let you run, and I won’t stop. Not until you understand.” He barked out briefly before his gaze snapped to mine. “I will crush you, Fenochka. Break you in ways you can’t even imagine. Do you want to see how far I can go? Do you want me to lose control completely?”
My chest heaved with ragged breaths, and I pulled against his grip with all my strength, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t even flinch, his body a wall of muscle and madness pressing me further into the cold bed.
“You’re hurting me!”
“No, I’m just punishing you for your disobedience. Tell me, Fenochka, am not I generous?” His hold on my wrists loosened for a second before I was screaming as he flipped me around and tugged me closer in a way my ass my in the air and his crotch pressed against my nakedness.
He leaned. “You tried to run. Twice. Talked back. Thrice. And now you’re just being a brat.”
I looked over my shoulder when I felt him palming my ass cheek. My wild eyes darted from Judas’s cold, pale stare to the belt coiled in his hand.
This couldn’t be real.
But it was.
I’d been warned-Judas never bluff. He made sure I understood that, and the lingering sting of his earlier punishment served as a cruel reminder. Every shift of my body ignited a fresh wave of discomfort, the orgasm his fingers pulled out of me was still burning on my skin.
I swallow hard, forcing the lump in my throat down as I rasped, “Don’t… please.” The words tumbled out, weak and useless, and the second they left my lips, I hated myself for them. Judas didn’t stop for begging or tears; they were fuel for his fire, not a deterrent. He thrived on control, on breaking me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
He narrowed his eyes. “What would you do to stop me?”
I looked into his eyes with desperation beyond any words. “Anything,” I gasped as the word escaped before I could think better of it.
“I’ll fuck your ass.”
My eyes widened as I stared at him. He… he couldn’t be serious.
The air stilled. My breath hitched and the raw promise in his voice chilled me to the bone.
But the cruel glint in his pale eyes said otherwise. My heart hammered against my ribs like a frantic, animalistic rhythm that screamed at me to flee. But there was nowhere to go. No escape. Not from him.
My body betrayed me, trembling under his scrutiny, and I hated myself for it. Hated how his gaze lingered on my fear, savouring it, twisting it into something dark and inescapable. Don’t cry. Don’t give him that satisfaction. Don’t let him win.
But I already knew-Judas always won. It was his game, his rules, and I was nothing more than a pawn on his board.
He leaned closer and the heat of his breath ghosted over my neck. “Say it,” he commanded. “Say you’ll take whatever I give you.”
My lips parted, but no sound came out. My mind warred with itself, the survival instinct battling the last shred of dignity I clung to. I didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but the weight of his presence crushed me, leaving me no choice.
“I’ll take it,” I whispered, barely audible, but he heard it. Of course, he did. He always heard what he wanted from me.
A slow, sadistic smirk spread across his face, his fingers tightening their grip on my hip. “Good girl,”
My nails dug into the hardwood floor beneath me as his belt slid free from his hand, the soft hiss of leather like a death knell in the oppressive silence. Don’t cry. Don’t scream. Survive. Just survive.
And yet, deep down, I hated the twisted part of me that wondered if I’d ever escape him-or if I even wanted to.
He dragged the belt between his hands and smacked my behind. “Lift your hips higher, baby,” he ordered. “If you’re going to act like a brat, Fenochka, then you’ll be treated like one.”
My throat felt tight, the shame scorched through me as I obeyed, trembling as I shifted under his control. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight back, to claw and bite and run, but my limbs felt heavy, locked in place by the sheer force of his dominance. Survive. Just survive. Anything to get through this. Anything to not feel his marks on me.
My villian let the belt graze my skin, teasing, testing, and savouring the anticipation before the storm. “Spread your cheeks apart, Ptichka,” he commanded and his tone was almost casual, as though this were just another lesson in his sick curriculum. “And beg me to fuck you.”
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. The nickname he used-Ptichka-was supposed to mean something soft, something endearing. But coming from him, it sounded like a curse, a brand he’d seared into me.
A word I had come to fear but anticipate. Because if he wasn’t calling me Ptichka, he wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t toying. He was destroying.
My chest tightened.
I didn’t want to do it. Not wanted to give him what he wanted. But defiance came at a cost, and with Judas, that cost was always steep.
His fingers grazed my hip before gripping hard enough to leave bruises. “Do I need to remind you what happens when you disobey me, Ptichka?” he warned. “Or would you rather I skip the foreplay and force you?”
I hated how his words pulled at me, how they made me feel small and powerless. But I hated myself even more for the flicker of warmth that came with his body, the part of me that sought it out despite the darkness it carried.
I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump of pride and something vile that clogged my throat. “Please…” I whispered. It wasn’t enough, and I knew it. Judas didn’t settle for scraps of submission.
His grip on my hip tightened, his nails biting into my skin. “Louder,” he demanded losing its casual edge. “Beg me properly, or I’ll find a way to make you.”
Heat rose to my face, the humiliation of his command clawing at my insides. My body trembled as I obeyed, reaching back with shaking hands to do as he ordered, my voice quivering as I choked out, “Please… fuck me.”
His laugh was soft, almost delighted, as though my surrender was the sweetest gift. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with condescension. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I bit down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he stepped closer, the belt sliding free from his hand with a soft hiss. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.
A prelude to the storm I knew was coming.
Judas leaned in. “Now, let’s see if you’ve really learned your lesson, Ptichka,” his voice was calm but laced with sadistic intent. “Because if you haven’t… I’ve got all night to teach you.”
And I knew he meant it.
Judas gripped my jaw, forcing my head back with a brutal jerk and his thumb traced my lower lip, pressing just enough to make me open my mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, his pale eyes narrowing as he slid two fingers past my trembling lips.
The taste of his skin invaded my senses as I hesitated, my gaze locked on his. The command was simple, yet the humiliation of it sent heat crawling up my neck. His other hand slid between my thighs.
“Suck it like you’re sucking my cock, Ptichka,” he repeated and his voice was softer this time.
My tongue moved hesitantly, wrapping around his fingers, and his smirk turned wolfish. His thumb pressed against my chin, tilting my head so I couldn’t look away as I obeyed. “Good girl,” he murmured taking in my flushed face.
His free hand parted me with the same kind of ownership he claimed over everything else.
His fingers teased, circled, and pressed, drawing out shudders I couldn’t suppress, no matter how much I wanted to. He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to unravel me, and he exploited it mercilessly.
His lips descended on my neck, his teeth grazing over sensitive skin before biting down hard enough to make me flinch. A low, satisfied growl vibrated against my throat as he licked the sting away, his mouth was hot and relentless as it moved down to my collarbone, my shoulder, leaving a trail of bruised, marked skin in his wake.
The fingers in my mouth pushed deeper, and my cheeks hollowed instinctively, drawing a groan from him that made my stomach twist. “See how easily you give in?” he murmured against my skin.
I hated that he was right. Hated the way my body betrayed me under his hands, under his mouth. His teeth nipped at my flesh, each bite a brand, a claim, as his fingers worked me into a frenzy that I couldn’t fight.
“Let me hear you,” Judas demanded, pulling his fingers from my mouth with a wet sound and pressing them against my untouched part. His other hand returned to my throat, his grip firm but not choking, just enough to remind me who was in control. “I want to hear every sound, every breath you take for me.”
Judas didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate, as his fingers pressed against me before plunging in ruthlessly. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body tensing at the intrusion. The burn was immediate, raw and cruel, making my eyes sting with unshed tears.
“There it is,” he murmured. His thumb brushed over my trembling thigh. “I want you to feel every inch of me, Ptichka.”
I winced as he moved, slow at first, making sure I felt the full length of his fingers. My nails bit into the bed, scraping against it in a vain attempt to ground myself. But there was no escape from the searing reality of him.
Judas growled, his lips brushing against my ear. His free hand gripped my nipples and he pinched them harshly.
My throat worked, but no words came. The only sounds that escaped me were the soft, broken noises that betrayed my efforts to stay silent. His fingers twisted inside me, and my body betrayed me again, arching despite the pain.
“That’s it,” a cruel smile curling his lips. “Grind your ass on my fingers-” His free hand tapped against my clit. “Feel me in your every hole.”
I wanted to scream, to claw, to do anything that might shatter the hold he had over me, but his pace quickened, and the sharp burn began to shift, blurring into something I hated even more. Pleasure, dark and unwelcome, began to creep through the pain, and my body betrayed me yet again.
“Don’t hold back,” he commanded as his lips found my neck again, his teeth grazing over the marks he’d already left. “Let me hear you fall apart.”
Tears finally spilled over dragged me deeper into his control. My breath hitched, and I hated the sound, hated the way it made his smirk deepen.
“Good girl,” he purred, his tone both cruel and coaxing as his fingers plunged deeper, his pace merciless. “Now, show me just how well you can take me.”