Page 70 of Lies Like Love

Jude reaches down and wraps his hands under my thighs, pulling me closer, so my hips are slightly lifted, and I can’t help the images that run through my head at the motion.

“Take me out, Fel.” He drops his arms to the side, giving me the power to move my hand and deny him. “Show me how much you’ve always wanted this.”

Another test. Another way for him to put me at his mercy. Another game.

And like always, I play.

My fingers graze up and down his zipper, feeling the length of him underneath. We both know I’m not going to resist this. I wanted him back then as much as I do now. He might have denied me last night, but it was a tipping point on a larger scale.

Jude watches me and waits, like a man in control. But beneath the surface, I sense him on the verge of snapping. He’s holding back as hard as I’m begging him to let go. And like the dares he issued when we were younger, I still can’t resist as I pop the button on his pants and drag the zipper down.

He waits for me to slowly peel down the front of his pants, his jaw ticking when I swallow hard at the sight of him.

He’s larger than I expected. And I expected enough when he was pulsing between my legs fully clothed. That fact alone makes me nervous. But it’s not his size that has my heart thundering.

Jude wraps his hand around his thick cock and pumps it, baring the underside to me. And I catch sight of what I felt last night through his sweatpants. A row of metal, fitting for a man who pierces people for a living.

“What is that?”

Jude smirks, pumping his cock again, and not taking his eyes off me. “A Jacob’s ladder.”

Six barbells run through the underside of his dick, and the piercings fit the name.

“Didn’t it hurt?”

Jude smirks, stroking his dick in his hand again like it’s nothing for me to be watching him pleasure himself at the sight of me. My blood runs hot and my stomach’s fluttering so hard it might burst.

I was sheltered growing up, and becoming an adult didn’t change that. Even though I’m no virgin, my sexual experiences are limited to lights-off, boring sex.

Jude is anything but boring as he kneels in front of me, already leaking onto his hand as he strokes harder.

“Hurt like hell, Red.” He smirks, his eyes skimming me over with a look that strips me to the absolute bone. “But you’re going to thank me for it.”

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Fel

Ican’ttakemyeyes off Jude. I’m staring at each pump of his hand over his hard shaft. He has no reservations as he puts himself on display for me. While I was nervous lying naked in front of him last night, he bares himself without seeming the least bit vulnerable.

“You ready for me to take my prize, Red?”

My eyes snap to his.

I should say no and kick him out before this goes any further. Instead, I find myself nodding. A simple dip of my chin that seals both our fates.

He releases himself and leans in, reaching for something in his back pocket. And when he pulls it out, I realize it’s the same knife from last night, still stained in blood.

Jude leans in and pulls my top away from my chest. And before I can ask what he’s doing, he rips the blade down the center of the fabric, exposing my breasts.

“Jude—”

“I’m going to fuck you in this dress, Felicity.” He tosses the blade to the side, reaching for the slit of my skirt and ripping it open, before bunching what’s left of the fabric at my waist. “You can wear their dresses. You can play in their world. You can pretend you still belong there. But it means nothing. You’ll always belong with me.”

His fingers wrap around the front of my underwear, and his knuckles graze my clit, forcing a moan from my lips. He tears the lace from my body and throws it to the side with his knife.

“Open your legs.”

I widen my knees and Jude watches with sick satisfaction as I submit to him. He loves it.Ilove it. I’m so fucked up that I can’t deny it even if I wanted to.

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