Page 51 of Lies Like Love

Jude’s never been appropriate, but I’ve never heard him talk like this either, and I can barely handle hearing it.

Dragging my hand back down, I slide my wet fingers over myself before driving them in on an exhale. Jude’s grip tightens on my legs the moment I do. His eyes focused as I push them in further. Again and again.

I’m drenched with my excitement, and wet from his tongue. And even without his direct touch, he’s a part of every wave of pleasure that rocks through me.

Driving my fingers in farther, I roll the heel of my hand over my clit. Fantasizing it’s the feel of the man kneeling between my legs and not myself.

Jude’s inked chest flexes as he grips my thighs harder, and the sight makes my pussy tighten. I’ve imagined this exact scenario alone in bed—long before it was acceptable. But being here now with him half naked watching me finger myself, I’m barely breathing.

“That’s it.” Jude leans back and watches. “Show me what I want to see.”

If this is as far as he thinks we can take this, then I want him to have all of it.

Grinding my hand harder, pressure starts to build. It’s almost too much between the friction of my palm and his dark gaze. But when I tip my head back and close my eyes, Jude moves over me and grabs the hair at the back of my head. He tilts my face to his, the pressure of his fingers bringing tears to my eyes as my back arches.

“Oh no, Red. No looking away while your pussy cries for me.” He holds my face an inch from his as he lays his body over mine. His hard cock presses against the back of my hand and he grinds it between my legs. The motion forcing my fingers in deeper. “You don’t get to taunt me with threats of other men touching you and then close your eyes when you come. It doesn’t matter who has touched this body before today because it’sminenow. I own your pleasure like I own your pain. Every good and bad thing belongs to me.”

He grinds his hips again.

“Isn’t that right? Who do you belong to? Who have you always belonged to?”

“You.” I choke on my breath.

“Exactly.” Jude rolls his hips in waves over my hand, driving my motion and moving me deeper. He presses hard and something drags along the back of my hand.

“You’re pierced.” My eyes widen with the realization. “Down there.”

And it’s not just one, because I feel them running the length of his dick, pressing against me and making my head spin.

Jude pins me with his wicked eyes and devilish grin. “Told you that you weren’t ready for me to claim my prize just yet.”

He might be right, but I don’t have time to think about it. Because he grips my hair and grinds his pelvis until I can’t help but fall over the edge. My thighs tighten around his hips, and I want him to sink into me so badly it hurts to come without him.

I’m not sure if this is punishment or pleasure because as good as he feels, the resistance between us hurts.

Jude relaxes over me as my body stops pulsing, and he draws a hand to the side of my face. He cups my jaw and runs his thumb over my lower lip, focusing on smearing it side to side with whatever he’s thinking.

“Don’t threaten me again, Felicity.” He presses his thumb into my mouth and holds my tongue down, deep enough that I almost gag on it. “Or next time I’ll put you on your knees and make you choke on the metal running through my dick just to prove howmineyou are. AndI’llbe the one enjoying your punishment.”

A final threat as he pulls his hand away and climbs off me. He hops off the bed and storms to the door, slamming it behind him.

16

Fel

“Readingagain?”Judedropsdown onto the window seat at my feet and glances at the book in my hands. “Why are you always reading fairytales anyway?”

I shrug. “Maybe I’m just looking for the cracks so there aren’t any surprises.”

“What cracks?”

I press my lips together and let out a breath through my nose. “It’s always so easy in the stories, right? Good. Evil. What’s right and wrong. What about the in-between? I mean, the prince only wants to save the princess because he thinks she’s perfect.”

“And that’s bad?” His eyebrows knit.

“What if she’s not?”

“Maybe her flaws make her even more beautiful to him.”

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