Page 149 of Vicious Addictions

But I told myself it was all part of my sweet revenge.

Fuck him once and leave him wanting.

But this… fucking Jude a second time was never in the cards.

This is more than just a moment of weakness.

This… is submission—to his heart’s desire and mine.

“Mina,” he whispers in my ear like a prayer as he begins to pound my pussy from behind. “Fuck, Mina.”

With his head on the crook of my neck, I let myself reach for his hair, tugging at the strands.

That one touch must do something to him because I feel his cock double in size inside me, causing me to lean forward and press my sweaty brow on the cool surface of the door.

“I fucking love it when you touch me,” he confesses with a hiss. “Almost as much as I love you.”

My eyes squint shut as I try to expel his words from my mind.

Jude lived under my roof for years and never said those words to me. I’ve been in Chicago for little over a week, and he’s already told me he loved me twice.

That might be the worst lie he’s ever said.

The Outfit will always be the thing he loves most.

Not me.

Never me.

I try to hold onto that thought as his lies keep spilling out from his lips—words of praise, declarations of love—and searing into my soul every lie I refuse to believe.

However, I let him pretend, if only because I like how his claim over my body makes me feel.

“Kiss me,” he begs, and I give him what he wants, turning my head just enough for him to capture my lips in his. He groans as his tongue invades my mouth, urging me to comply. His kiss is ardent and passionate, and again, I pretend that it’s real.

His cock continues to demolish my pussy, while his thumb rubs against my clit, urging me to come before him.

And even with all this hatred locked away in my chest, my body responds to his touch with utter ease. I let out a toe-curling wail when I see falling stars in my line of vision.

“Just like that. I love watching you come,” he susurrates in my ear.

I lick my parched lips before I grab his hair to kiss him again.

I feel Jude’s fingers dig into my hips while pounding into my cunt like he wants to split me open with his dick.

No.

Like he wants to bury himself inside me.

And to my dismay, my body reacts again, craving… hoping he somehow will succeed.

“I wish you could see what I see. The way your greedy pussy swallows me whole. Fuck, Mina. Look how good you take me,” he roars, standing behind me, his dirty talk only spurring me on.

“I can’t hold on. I missed you too goddamn much,” he hollers in desperation, rubbing my clit once again with his fingers so we can come together. My core clenches around the girth of his cock, Jude hissing out in pleasure and pain. He then weaves his fingers through mine on the door, that small tenderness pushing me off the ledge and into blinding white light. Jude comes with my name on his lips, which hurts me more than anything he’s ever said to me thus far.

It sounds like a prayer.

It sounds like another broken promise.

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