Page 155 of Judas

Tangling my fingers with his, I feel his tug as he pulls me away from Sadie who has grown tense. Whoever she is texting has her hackles up, she’s a big girl, a vicious girl, she can handle whatever it is and if she needs us all she has to do is call.

“Kace, where are we going?”

“To hell if we don’t change our ways.”

Always a fucking joker.

“Kace…”

“I’m taking you to give you what you want, baby. That’s all.”

“Don’t take me too far away from Sadie.”

“Yes, ma’am.’

After a bit more walking, he pulls me into a lounge room, which I can’t stop laughing at the absurdity of this. We’ve fucked in a few unconventional places but I don’t know why this seems so out of left field. I guess I will have to wait until later to see all of him, this will likely be hard and fast, in which I’ll never complain.

Turning toward me, he leans in and presses the softest kiss to my forehead only for that voice of his to darken.

“Unbutton my shirt some more.”

Acting without hesitation, I grab the lapels of his jacket and yank him to me, forcing him closer to my mouth. Instead ofkissing him, I graze my pouts along his then across his cheek, and down his tattooed neck. Listening to his breath hitch and feeling his hands squeeze until his knuckles crack and pop.

Letting him straighten up some, I trail down the front of his throat. My tongue dips out to rake from the hollow of his throat along his Adam’s apple, under his chin and over it, until the slick tip of my muscle brushes his full bottom lip.

“Nadia… stop teasing me and do as you were told.”

His voice is husky, breathy, delicious. Taking my time, since he’s an impatient fucker, I unbutton his shirt so I can see his broad chest underneath. Then moving on to his suit jacket where I guide it off his shoulders and drape it over the back of the sofa that sat in the middle of the room.

The space is vast, a sofa, a love seat, two recliners, a large TV with a heavy looking coffee table sitting between them all. To the right there’s a stout kitchen table with ten chairs surrounding it. Behind that is a line of upper and lower cabinets, grey in color, with a stove and sink at one end, a fridge at the other.

Knowing better, I don’t stop, hands drop to the fly of his slacks, unfastening the layer that stands in the way. Separating me between the cock I own.

“That’s my good girl. Don’t go any further.” He orders.

Kace reaches for my hips then, turning me around, pain erupting over the left side of my ass when he rains a slap upon it. Causing me to jump and gasp. I can feel everything through this satin dress—warmth, coolness, pain.

“I don’t want to ruin your clothes, so you’ll need to be still but I promise to give you everything you want as long as you follow directions.”

Unable to see what he was doing, I feel his hand grip the back of my neck and shove me over the sofa. The couches frame digging into my hip bones, my face pressing into the cushion ashis weight pushes against me. Another slap rains down on my other ass cheek, encouraging a needy moan from me.

“I love the noises you make, Snitch. How slutty you sound when I’m fucking this fantastic body of yours.”

Slap.

I moan again.

Slap.

My groans join in.

Slap.

Now a whimper. My feet pushing up on the tips of the toes, offering myself to him.

“There we go. I was beginning to think you didn’t want me as much as you said you did.”

Kace reaches for the skirt of my dress and pulls it up, my own smirk forming at what he was about to find there. When the satin drapes over my hips, exposing my naked ass and pussy to him, I hear him growl. Then pressure builds inside of me when he pulls at the plug nestled in my backside.

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