Page 102 of Lies Like Love

“Why?” I bite my lip. “Worried someone else has seen me in it? Or are you worried someone else has fuc—”

Jude cuts me off by grabbing my chin with such volatile force it sends my heart racing. I’m playing with fire by teasing him with the threat other men, but I can’t help it. I want the beast. Jude makes me animalistic.

“Taunting me, Red?” His grip tightens. Leaning close, he hovers, dragging his nose down my jaw and breathing me in. “Act like a bad girl, and I’ll treat you like one. Now answer my fucking question. Is. This. New?”

But he doesn’t wait for my answer before biting my throat in punishment.

“Yes.” The word barely audible through my scream. “No one’s seen me in this. It’s new.”

“Good.” Jude releases his grip and takes a step back. “My girl knows better.”

My girl.

How can two words blend my insides to mush?

“But…” Our stares lock and his voice vibrates with the rush of adrenaline. “Can’t have you thinking you can get away with saying that kind of shit to me, Red.”

We can’t. It’s why I said it.

I need him to make me pay, so I can prove there’s no limit with me when it comes to him.

“My girl needs a reminder of who owns this body, doesn’t she?” He runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip, before shoving it in and forcing me to choke on it.

“Yes.” But it’s mumbled around him.

Jude smirks, releasing me. His hands drop to my legs, and he lifts me up, spinning me around on the bed until I’m lying with my head hanging off the bottom. He stands over me, smiling at how I’m exposed in front of him with my neck straining. Once more, he drags his thumb over my mouth, rougher this time, smearing my Chapstick across my cheek.

“Who does this sassy mouth belong to?”

“You.”

He shoves his thumb in again and the word comes out choked.

“Correct.” He smears his wet thumb over my mouth as he drops his towel, his dick already rock hard, metal glistening, and hanging like temptation over my head. “This whole body belongs to me. And I’m going to tame this bratty mouth of yours until you learn that lesson.”

Why does that make my heart race? Heat pools in my belly and I’m slick between the legs.

Jude grabs his dick and taps it on my wet lips. “Open.”

One word. Blunt. Harsh. Blurring my vision.

Parting my lips, he shoves himself in so hard and fast that he hits the back of my throat, and I have to fight my reflexes. The salty taste of his precum coats my tongue and tears blur my vision.

“Breathe, Fel.”

Jude grabs my neck with both his hands, rubbing his thumbs along the center column like he’s willing it to relax. Slowing, he pulls back, before thrusting in again. With the angle of my head tipped, hanging off the bed, my throat is open to him. He thrusts deeper, making a home for himself in my body—my soul.

“That’s it.” He rubs my throat with his thumbs. “I want to feel my dick in your throat as you swallow me down. I’m going to fuck this mouth until you learn not to tease me with it.”

With each thrust, my throat relaxes. Tears and spit stream down my face, but all I want is to take him—to please him. To be all the bad things for him I never allowed myself.

“Spread your knees.” His grip tightens on my throat as I obey his command. I’m wet enough I’m sure the mess glistens between my legs. “Beautiful. Now, touch yourself, Felicity. Show me how good it feels when I’m fucking your throat. Stick your fingers in your pretty little cunt and wish it was my cock filling you up instead.”

Spit gurgles with his hard thrusts, and I’m on the verge of coming or blacking out. Gliding my fingers between my legs, dots cloud my vision, and when I drive them in at the same time as he shoves himself deeper, I leave my body for a moment. Foggy pleasure holds me in suspension as my throat opens for him.

Jude continues to rub the column of my neck as I run circles over myself. And I get lost in the feel of his dick moving in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper each time. Metal clashing against my lips. Tears streaming from my eyes. My hand soaking. My mind floating.

“That’s it. Worship your pussy just like it deserves. Such a good girl,” he praises, and all it does is push me closer to the edge.

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