Page 77 of Vicious Addictions

“That feels good?” he murmurs, his voice rough, raw—perfect.

“So good. Don’t stop,” I plead, surrendering to the sensation and letting myself feel everything.

He continues to drive me mad with his forbidden touch, and when I think I’m close to the brink, he pulls away, causing me to whimper out in agony.

He was right.

This type of torture is excruciating.

“Lean back,” he commands before unlatching my legs from around his waist and placing my feet on the edge of the dresser, my thighs spread wide.

Like this, I’m completely exposed to him. And from the way Jude is staring at my pussy like a famished man, this was exactly his intention.

“Grab my hair and don’t let go,” he orders, going to his haunches and placing his head in between my thighs.

“What?”

But before he has time to explain what’s about to happen, I feel the flat part of his tongue swipe at my core, causing my head to loll back and hit the wall. The sting to the back of my head is a small price to pay in comparison, though. Especially when Jude’s mouth starts to devour my pussy as if it were his last meal, making my thighs quake and tremble with the intensity of it all. I forget to breathe when he curses under his breath, telling me how good my cunt tastes on his tongue. My chest heaves up and down, my breasts feeling heavy to the touch. With one hand grasping at the strands of his hair, I use the other to play with my left breast, trying to mimic the way his fingers had played with my sensitive nipple minutes before.

It’s all too much and not nearly enough.

Jude inserts two digits inside me, curving them slightly while lapping at my clit, making me explode from within. I let out a loud whimper, biting down on my knuckles to keep my cries muffled as the out-of-body experience takes hold of me and settles into my limbs and bones.

With my eyelids still at half-mast, I watch with ragged breath as Jude stands up, realizing only now that his cock has been in his hand this whole time.

Jude strokes at its girth like he’s punishing it while aiming it at my naked body, his gaze focused solely on my post-orgasmic face.

“Fuck,” he curses as white streams of cum jet out and land on my belly.

Curiosity gets the best of me, so I flick my finger over it, his jaw clenching when I suck his essence into my mouth.

I lean forward, needing him to kiss me, when Jude steps back.

His eyes dim as he takes me in, my skin flushed and red, save for the proof of his desire crawling down my stomach.

“This,” he starts, his voice strained as he rakes a hand through his hair, stepping back again. “This can’t happen again. This… you… me… it’s not possible. I’m sorry.”

I stare at him in confusion, still reeling from how he tilted my world on its axis.

“What are you talking about?” I ask with a shy smile, my lust-filled brain taking a hot minute before it can understand what he’s on about.

“I can’t, Mina. Fuck. I just fucking can’t,” he belts out, misery and suffering etched in his voice. “Please don’t ask me to. I… just can’t.”

And with that, he spins on his heel and walks out of my room and back to his.

My legs feel like jelly as I pull myself off the dresser to watch him leave, looking like his world has just come to a definitive end.

I stand there, stunned in silence, staring at the emptiness around me, grasping at anything—any clue—to make sense of what just happened.

How could he touch me like that and then act as if it didn’t affect him at all? Act like I’m the villain who corrupted him by laying a hand on me.

Looking for answers, I grab the robe laid out on the bed, fasten it around me, and rush into his room. Once inside, I find Jude sitting on the bed with his shirt still unbuttoned and his head bowed as if the world’s weight were pressing down on his shoulders.

“I’m tired of this game, Jude. You want me, just like I want you. Why do you insist on pushing me away?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replies, unable to meet my gaze.

“Well, too bad. You already have.” I step closer, lifting his chin so our eyes lock. His gaze instantly drinks me in, hunger flashing across his face.

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