Page 137 of Lies Like Love

“Mmm.” I rub against him once more. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

I bolt out of his grasp before he has a chance to process what I said, weaving through the fake graveyard as fast as I can and making my way to the entrance of the maze.

Behind me, I hear Jude’s footsteps, but they’re even, measured. He doesn’t even bother running as I disappear through the walls of hay. Walls there’s no climbing. It’s either find my way through or be caught and suffer my punishment.

My heart is hammering as I slow down and try to catch my bearings. But every corner I turn just leads me deeper inside. My breath races, and even if he hasn’t found me yet, I feel him getting closer.

Hunting me.

Stalking me.

“You can’t hide from me, Red.” Jude’s voice is closer than I expect, and it makes me jump. “Want to know why?”

I don’t answer as I weave through the haystacks. Twigs snap beneath my feet, giving me away with every step.

Turning another corner, I’m met with another dead end, and when I spin around, his arms wrap around me. I’m caught, my heart is racing, my blood swims with anticipation.

Pulling me close, he dips his lips to where my pulse meets my throat.

“Want to know why you can’t hide from me?” he asks again.

“Why?”

“Because I always find what’s mine.” He licks up my neck, along the shell of my ear, and I can’t fight the moan that escapes my lips. “And I have no problem reminding you that’s exactly what you are.”

He grips the top of my shoulders and shoves me to my knees in front of him. Dirt and hay dig into my skin at the force of it.

But as I look up at Jude towering over me, I want his roughness. I want him to mark me as his in every way. My body, my heart, my soul.

His fingers slip under my red hood, and he peels it from my face, freeing my long waves as he brushes them back.

“Take me out, Felicity.” He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck this mouth until there’s no denying who you belong to. And when you choke, I want you to remember that no one can save you fromme.”

I can’t help clenching my thighs together. This possessive, hard side of Jude should scare me when I’m in this position, but it only makes me desperate for his punishment.

Reaching up, I undo the button on his pants, and he continues to toy with my lip while I do, pushing his thumb over my tongue and then wiping my mouth with it, wetting my lips.

I undo his zipper and pull down just enough that his cock juts out. He’s already rock hard and thick.

Wrapping my hand around him, I toy with the barbells running the underside, loving how they feel on my fingers. On my tongue. Inside me.

Jude tilts my chin up and steps closer, so the head of his dick is right in my face. He drags his hand along my jaw, before shoving two fingers in my mouth and pushing them so deep I gag around them.

“Don’t fight me already.” He pulls his fingers out for only a moment, before shoving them in again. “This is the easy stuff, Red.”

He plays with my tongue as he pushes his fingers deeper, forcing me to adjust. I breathe through my nose and fight to resist my gag reflex. Slowly, he drags them out. Shoving them in further with each stroke before holding my tongue with his fingers deep against the back of my throat.

“That’s my girl, taking me how I want her to.”

Pure darkness coats his expression and it’s so hot, I want to please him more than I’ve wanted anything.

“Much better,” he praises as I take his fingers deeper this time and don’t gag.

Finally withdrawing, he coats my lips and his dick with my saliva. He grabs my hand where I’m holding him and tightens both our grips, pressing the head of his cock to my lips.

I open for a taste. Circling the head and getting high on the salty precum coating my lips as he slowly paints them. He groans, and I flatten my tongue, licking up the underside of his dick, along the line of barbells.

“That’s enough playing.” Jude grips my hair, wrapping it around his fist until it stings and brings tears to my eyes. He grabs my chin and forces my mouth wide. “Now for your punishment.”

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