Page 107 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

Nadia

T he chill that runs down my spine at his threat has parts of me shivering and other parts throbbing. Kace knows how to command my body even if my mind still pushes back after all these years. It’s always been this way and I hope it stays like this too.

This is us—wild, consuming, and possessed.

I longed for him when I was in prison, I thought he was dead, and that any chance at a life with another man was long gone.

He had imprinted himself so deep in my existence that there was no chance in hell anyone would catch my eye.

The day I got a real good look at him, his one silver and one blue eye staring into mine in the middle of an outdoor patio, felt like our time lines were colliding once more.

Seventeen fucking years, he was dead to me.

I mourned him, in the only way I knew how.

I mourned our daughter, hoping she was being taken care of when I couldn’t be the one to raise her.

I fought to keep my head above water when all I could fathom was letting myself go, where my soul could join his.

Outside of my girls in Bluitt, Sadie’s life was what kept me from doing the unthinkable.

I use to dream of the ways I could kill myself in prison, which I had a handful of methods prepared but never followed through.

And now that I’m sitting here in this pretty dress with my daughter at my side and my stunning as hell husband towering over me, I’m eternally grateful for whatever stopped me from giving in because this was the alternative I prayed for.

Honestly, stunning doesn’t begin to explain the way I see Kace.

While his experience in Darkwater was mind altering, understandably so, he’s so damn different yet all the same.

He’s still playful but there are days where I see the darkness in his eye.

I have tried to talk to him into therapy as well but he refuses to do it.

He always tells me, ‘you and Sadie are the things that keep me grounded, baby, I don’t need anything else. ’

A part of me understands but another side is fearful that he may not be as mentally sound as he claims to be.

He said he looked for me in the stars once he was released, just as I looked for him in books.

I used reading as an escape to join us back together but now?

Now we stand here, both broken and mended in our own ways.

There is no way I will ever get enough of him in this life.

I demand that our next set of lives, I’m with him again.

‘Everything’ doesn’t scratch the surface on what Kace is to me.

Feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck, as he issued his threat, a fire sparked in my veins. Willing the blush on my neck to fade, I slowly turned my gaze to his, our lips a hair's breadth apart—tasting the cinnamon of the candy he still consumes and the sweetness of his whiskey on his exhale.

My eyes flick up to his, feeling the desire bloom in them. My body tightens in expectation for a night of debauchery here with my husband.

Sliding my hand into his, Kace yanks me up from where I was sitting with Sadie, and crashes our bodies together.

I could feel every hard plane of him through our layers of formal attire.

The best thing is, I knew exactly what was underneath.

He wasn’t as lean as he was in prison, age and now father-hood causing him to bulk up some.

He’s more stocky and I eat it the fuck up every time he bares himself to me.

The way my hands groped his midsection in this moment, wanting to dive beneath his suit and the black button-up, feel his damaged skin behind the expensive fabric. Flesh I’ve licked and rubbed my naked sweaty body against as if I was trying to mark my territory.

I’m not a jealous bitch, but this man is mine.

He was mine when I walked into Darkwater and he will be mine for all of eternity.

There is no reason for me to be territorial over him but I can’t help it.

Subconsciously, I need his body to smell like mine, need his neurons to remember the way I feel grazing over him, need his mind to go into withdrawal when he is too far away from me. Completely addicted to me.

His rough hands slide up my back, one settling on the nape of my neck, grip tightening slowly as his other gives me a slight jerk. Eliciting a soft huff from me, my responses hardwired directly to his cravings.

“You promise?” I can’t help but tease.

Kace leans in, capturing my nude-painted lips in a kiss that could very well bruise them.

Tongue probing them gently just before I open and the slick muscle sweeps into the warmth of my mouth.

Unable to stop myself, I melt into him, thankful for the way he was holding me so I didn’t turn into a puddle on the floor.

Too soon he parts from me, breaths flooding out in rushed pants, desperate for an inhale. Looking up at him, staring into his one blue and one silver eye, the entire world fades away leaving the two of us together.

“I want you,” I whisper.

“That so, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

“I love it when you use your manners.”

Kace releases the back of my neck and withdraws from me, the way my body aches for him to return is pathetic.

I don’t care. Fuck it.

Tangling my fingers with his, I feel his tug as he pulls me away from Sadie who has grown tense. Whoever she is texting has her hackles up, she’s a big girl, a vicious girl, she can handle whatever it is and if she needs us all she has to do is call.

“Kace, where are we going?”

“To hell if we don’t change our ways.”

Always a fucking joker.

“Kace…”

“I’m taking you to give you what you want, baby. That’s all.”

“Don’t take me too far away from Sadie.”

“Yes, ma’am.’

After a bit more walking, he pulls me into a lounge room, which I can’t stop laughing at the absurdity of this.

We’ve fucked in a few unconventional places but I don’t know why this seems so out of left field.

I guess I will have to wait until later to see all of him, this will likely be hard and fast, in which I’ll never complain.

Turning toward me, he leans in and presses the softest kiss to my forehead only for that voice of his to darken.

“Unbutton my shirt some more.”

Acting without hesitation, I grab the lapels of his jacket and yank him to me, forcing him closer to my mouth.

Instead of kissing him, I graze my pouts along his then across his cheek, and down his tattooed neck.

Listening to his breath hitch and feeling his hands squeeze until his knuckles crack and pop.

Letting him straighten up some, I trail down the front of his throat. My tongue dips out to rake from the hollow of his throat along his Adam’s apple, under his chin and over it, until the slick tip of my muscle brushes his full bottom lip.

“Nadia… stop teasing me and do as you were told.”

His voice is husky, breathy, delicious. Taking my time, since he’s an impatient fucker, I unbutton his shirt so I can see his broad chest underneath. Then moving on to his suit jacket where I guide it off his shoulders and drape it over the back of the sofa that sat in the middle of the room.

The space is vast, a sofa, a love seat, two recliners, a large TV with a heavy looking coffee table sitting between them all.

To the right there’s a stout kitchen table with ten chairs surrounding it.

Behind that is a line of upper and lower cabinets, grey in color, with a stove and sink at one end, a fridge at the other.

Knowing better, I don’t stop, hands drop to the fly of his slacks, unfastening the layer that stands in the way. Separating me between the cock I own.

“That’s my good girl. Don’t go any further.” He orders.

Kace reaches for my hips then, turning me around, pain erupting over the left side of my ass when he rains a slap upon it. Causing me to jump and gasp. I can feel everything through this satin dress—warmth, coolness, pain.

“I don’t want to ruin your clothes, so you’ll need to be still but I promise to give you everything you want as long as you follow directions.”

Unable to see what he was doing, I feel his hand grip the back of my neck and shove me over the sofa. The couches frame digging into my hip bones, my face pressing into the cushion as his weight pushes against me. Another slap rains down on my other ass cheek, encouraging a needy moan from me.

“I love the noises you make, Snitch. How slutty you sound when I’m fucking this fantastic body of yours.”

Slap.

I moan again.

Slap.

My groans join in.

Slap.

Now a whimper. My feet pushing up on the tips of the toes, offering myself to him.

“There we go. I was beginning to think you didn’t want me as much as you said you did.”

Kace reaches for the skirt of my dress and pulls it up, my own smirk forming at what he was about to find there. When the satin drapes over my hips, exposing my naked ass and pussy to him, I hear him growl. Then pressure builds inside of me when he pulls at the plug nestled in my backside.

“Not only are you not wearing panties, but this too?”

Another moan falls from my mouth when he jostles it, teasing the tight muscle that is only accustomed to the thin stalk of the toy.

My needy sounds are enough to answer his question, that or he is consumed with watching the plug when he starts to drag it in and out of me, fucking my ass with the firm black plastic.

“I don’t have the time to keep doing this Nadia but when we get home, I’m pumping this hole full of cum too. Sadly, since you decided to go without panties, you’re going to have to keep your legs pressed tight together.”

“Huh… why?” There’s no way he heard that, I couldn’t hear myself think let alone talk.

“Because I’m about to leave every drop of my cum inside this…

drenched pussy of yours. If you let any of it slide down these beautiful legs, not only will I stuff it back inside of you, but I’ll use this cunt every hour, on the hour, for the next few days.

Drive it into that thick skull of yours, the only place my cum belongs, is inside of you. Understand?”

“Y— yes, Kace.” I pant, legs beginning to shake due to him still playing with the plug buried in me.

“That’s my good girl.”

holding me in place, I shift and wiggle when I feel his fingers press into me, hooking down to probe my g-spot at first. Then he skillfully starts stroking it, my arousal pooling low and hot in my belly the longer he teases and caresses me.

“K— Kace, please.”

“Shut up, Nadia. I’m enjoying my wife, if you don’t fucking mind.”

“Fuck, I—I need you. Please don’t make me wait.” I beg. Thighs shake more violently when his thumb presses against my clit and strokes me in slow leisurely circles.

“I know what you need. That’s for sure, but I’ll give you what you need when I’m done getting what I came here for. You know what to do, whore, now give it to me or we can stay here for hours and I’ll edge you into oblivion.”

“Fuuuuuckkkk.”

Kace adjusts his weight, stroking his fingers faster inside of me and leaning into my left hip, chuckling over me like a goddamned deviant.

“Come for me Nadia, you know exactly how I like seeing you fall apart for me.”

There’s no such thing as delayed gratification when it comes to us. For too many years we have gone without touch, without love, without devotion and we dare not deny the other of what we crave now. If Kace wants me to come on demand, I will.

A few hard strokes later, and heavy pressure on my clit is enough to send me over.

My orgasm forcing my walls to clamp down around his digits, where he stalls for a second, then starts to roughly fuck me with his fingers.

The wet slap of his hand meeting my soaked skin adds pure gasoline to the fire as I erupt again. And again.

Bearing down, the force of my follow up orgasm results in fluid rushing out of me, pouring down my legs over my strappy gold heels. The desperate sounds I make echoes around us in the furnished but bare walled room.

“That’s it baby, give me all you got.” Kace croons.

I was about to cry out from sensitivity when he stops then steps up behind me. My body shakes, drips, and milks at absolutely nothing.

Sucking in a few breaths, I try to recenter myself, noticing that Kace has removed his hand from the back of my neck.

Though I can feel him nearby, I am too self conscious to leave myself exposed like this.

Not with the scars I have across my ass, the longer I think about them, the more panicked I become.

Vulnerable.

“Shhhh, I’m just admiring you. I won’t let anyone see you the way I do.” He said soothingly, brushing his fingers up the backs of my thighs and over my hips.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? I see you looking at your silver strands in the morning. The faint scars you try to cover up with makeup or by not allowing yourself to wear clothes you would normally. You walked a hard life, baby, and you came out on the other side. You should be proud of that. You’re here because you fought with all your might to make it back to our daughter.

You didn’t let the nasty things people put you through win, you’re the epitome of strength.

When I look at you, that’s what I see. I don’t see pain, sorrow, or darkness.

I see a stunning wife, a protective mother, and the love of my life. ”

His words bring tears to my eyes, they’re nearly as powerful as our vows. He sees me at my worst and thinks I’m more valuable than the air he breathes.

I love him.

He made me the fighter I am.

All because he had faith in me.

Kace shifts behind me, the sound of his rustling clothes music to my ears. I hold my breath when he brushes the blunt tip of his cock through me, coating himself in my release prior to aligning his dick with my dripping entrance and thrusts in.

I scream from the sudden fullness of his cock stretching me, his hand landing a sharp slap on my right cheek, then he picks up pace.

“Such a beautiful whore for me, wife.“

“U— until the… cosmos… die.”