Page 154 of Judas

That’s alright, Mrs. Patton, I fuck right back.

Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, letting the very tip of my nose graze the shell.

“Get your ass up, Officer Pierce, before I force the issue. We both know I’m not above embarrassing you in public, and making you scream my name like the whore you are for me.”

A blush skyrockets up her neck and my cock hardens. It’s going to be a long night, and with any luck, an even longer life.

For I will forever be her prisoner, in body and in heart.

Epilogue Two

Nadia

The chill that runs down my spine at his threat has parts of me shivering and other parts throbbing. Kace knows how to command my body even if my mind still pushes back after all these years. It’s always been this way and I hope it stays like this too.

This is us—wild, consuming, and possessed.

I longed for him when I was in prison, I thought he was dead, and that any chance at a life with another man was long gone. He had imprinted himself so deep in my existence that there was no chance in hell anyone would catch my eye. The day I got a real good look at him, his one silver and one blue eye staring into mine in the middle of an outdoor patio, felt like our time lines were colliding once more.

Seventeen fucking years, he was dead to me. I mourned him, in the only way I knew how. I mourned our daughter, hoping she was being taken care of when I couldn’t be the one to raise her. I fought to keep my head above water when all I could fathom was letting myself go, where my soul could join his. Outside of my girls in Bluitt, Sadie’s life was what kept me from doing the unthinkable.

I use to dream of the ways I could kill myself in prison, which I had a handful of methods prepared but never followed through. And now that I’m sitting here in this pretty dress with my daughter at my side and my stunning as hell husband towering over me, I’m eternally grateful for whatever stopped me from giving in because this was the alternative I prayed for.

Honestly, stunning doesn’t begin to explain the way I see Kace. While his experience in Darkwater was mind altering, understandably so, he’s so damn different yet all the same. He’s still playful but there are days where I see the darkness in his eye. I have tried to talk to him into therapy as well but he refuses to do it. He always tells me, ‘you and Sadie are the things that keep me grounded, baby, I don’t need anything else.’

A part of me understands but another side is fearful that he may not be as mentally sound as he claims to be. He said he looked for me in the stars once he was released, just as I looked for him in books. I used reading as an escape to join us back together but now? Now we stand here, both broken and mended in our own ways. There is no way I will ever get enough of him in this life. I demand that our next set of lives, I’m with him again.

‘Everything’ doesn’t scratch the surface on what Kace is to me.

Feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck, as he issued his threat, a fire sparked in my veins. Willing the blush on my neck to fade, I slowly turned my gaze to his, our lips a hair's breadth apart—tasting the cinnamon of the candy he still consumes and the sweetness of his whiskey on his exhale.

My eyes flick up to his, feeling the desire bloom in them. My body tightens in expectation for a night of debauchery here with my husband.

Sliding my hand into his, Kace yanks me up from where I was sitting with Sadie, and crashes our bodies together. I could feel every hard plane of him through our layers of formal attire. The best thing is, I knew exactly what was underneath. He wasn’t as lean as he was in prison, age and now father-hood causing him to bulk up some. He’s more stocky and I eat it the fuck up every time he bares himself to me.

The way my hands groped his midsection in this moment, wanting to dive beneath his suit and the black button-up, feel his damaged skin behind the expensive fabric. Flesh I’ve licked and rubbed my naked sweaty body against as if I was trying to mark my territory.

I’m not a jealous bitch, but this man is mine. He was mine when I walked into Darkwater and he will be mine for all of eternity. There is no reason for me to be territorial over him but I can’t help it. Subconsciously, I need his body to smell like mine, need his neurons to remember the way I feel grazing over him, need his mind to go into withdrawal when he is too far away from me. Completely addicted to me.

His rough hands slide up my back, one settling on the nape of my neck, grip tightening slowly as his other gives me a slight jerk. Eliciting a soft huff from me, my responses hardwired directly to his cravings.

“You promise?” I can’t help but tease.

Kace leans in, capturing my nude-painted lips in a kiss that could very well bruise them. Tongue probing them gently just before I open and the slick muscle sweeps into the warmth of my mouth. Unable to stop myself, I melt into him, thankful for the way he was holding me so I didn’t turn into a puddle on the floor.

Too soon he parts from me, breaths flooding out in rushed pants, desperate for an inhale. Looking up at him, staring into his one blue and one silver eye, the entire world fades away leaving the two of us together.

“I want you,” I whisper.

“That so, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

“I love it when you use your manners.”

Kace releases the back of my neck and withdraws from me, the way my body aches for him to return is pathetic.

I don’t care. Fuck it.

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