Page 25 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

Chapter twelve

Kace

Past

N adia’s gasps and whimpers are driving me fucking insane. Needy, delicious, and all mine. Holding her in place, both hands cradle her stunning face as I dip my tongue deeper into her mouth. Silencing her, tasting every bit of how desperate she is to be loved, right on the edge of her lips.

Her honey-citrus scent floods my nose every time I need to take a breath, only to evaporate in my lungs way before I’m ready to draw another.

But I choose to go without air just to keep my mouth on her, to experience everything Nadia is in the form of our tangled tongues.

Pinning her against the counter with the strong force of my own while we camp out in this decommissioned shower room.

Loosening my hold, I trail both hands back into her hair—it’s down today, skirting just past her shoulders, and it’s more than enough for me to fist in both hands and drag back.

I may be reluctant to stop kissing this demon of mine, but seeing those lovely lust-filled eyes stare up at me is worth it.

Squeezing the dual handfuls of hair, I wrench her head until her teeth scrape along my bottom lip and it pops free.

Pain mingles with the endorphins and pleasure that have since flooded my veins.

“Say it again, Nadia. Tell me what you did the other night, when you were thinking of me.”

The prettiest shade of pink flushes across her cheeks—embarrassment looks so fucking good on her.

Between us, I think she likes to be called out, to be put on the spot, to be reminded of the way she squirmed and begged for me even when I wasn’t there.

I noticed it when we first started fooling around, but it’s so common in our interactions it’s practically subconscious at this point—ingrained in her.

Drawing the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip, I lick the taste of her off of me. She’s taking too long to answer; the longer she goes, the more of her I need. If she doesn’t hurry up and the flavor of her fades, she’s going to be in more trouble than she can imagine.

Dipping in, I graze the five o’clock shadow I’ve grown over the past few days against her right cheek. Then down the side of her neck where I pepper the slightest kisses, not enough to give her real stimulation since she’s already so sensitive to me and I don’t reward bad girls.

“Nadiaaa, I’m waiting. Are you going to be good for me today, or do I need to punish you?

” I can’t help but tease her. My voice is light enough to be heard but still deep to send goosebumps creeping up the side of her neck.

I love this reaction, it's one of my favorite.

Watching her delicious fucking body come alive for me feeds the deviant that lives in the depths of my very existence.

I am obsessed with this woman;learning everything about her and how she can't control the way she reacts to me, fuels my insanity.

“I… played with myself. I—“ She stumbles, her words mixing with sharp breaths, and even they tremble.

When Nadia shifts, the gear on her duty belt clinks against the metal countertop.

She wiggles like any sort of movement is going to help her escape the way she is trapped.

Fortunately for me, she’s not going anywhere.

Perks of having a truly good friend—Matias has the guards occupied today, earning me more than ten minutes with Nadia.

I’ll be taking my time to ruin her properly.

“I want every detail, babygirl, leave nothing out. If I feel you’re holding something back, that’s a denied orgasm. Understood?”

“Y… yes,” she pants, her hands slipping around to my lower back. I feel them drop—her grip finds my ass and squeezes. Desperate and impatient, which makes me absolutely fucking ravenous.

Love it when she’s hands on, when she shows me just how fucking hungry she is.

“Yes what, Nadia?”

“Yes, Kace.” Her voice is so soft and submissive where the embarrassment shines through.

Good. Fucking. Girl.

Untangling my hands from her hair, I reach back and take hold of hers, redirecting them to the front of our bodies and watch confusion fall over her face.

Containing my chuckle at her disappointment, I’m afraid if I laugh it will kill the moment.

Under normal circumstances she would get off on the humiliation.

Which is all fine and good, but there is a look in her silver gaze that tells me she needs more than that, and it's my job to take care of what she needs after all.

With a bit of gentleness that belies how eager I am to destroy her, I turn her around, facing her to the metal-mirror before us. It’s dingy; some of the silver coating has tarnished over time, turning the surface a dark grey along the edges. But there she is, all wanton and edible.

Leaning over her left shoulder, my blue orbs meet hers, where I can already see the dilation in her bottomless pupils.

Heavy hands quickly find the front of her duty belt.

Yanking at the buckle to unlatch it, I finally slide the nylon material free then drop it where it hangs haphazardly from her belt keeps and loops.

The rattle of her keys almost drowns out her heavy breathing and I can't have any of that.

I will hear every fucking detail. End of story.

“What are you thinking about, Nadia? You sure are quiet for someone who should be giving me a story time instead of standing here looking like you’re about to combust,” I taunt.

Of course she doesn’t, well… can’t answer me. She tries to, but her lips part—once, twice, three times—before she finally finds enough control to give me the voice that haunts my dreams.

“I couldn’t sleep. My clothes, they… they felt so heavy, along with the blankets, so I had to kick them free. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I thought about you. How your hands—“

“These hands?” Cutting her off, I lift them in front of her to see.

She’s being so damn good for me when she doesn’t break eye contact.

I even notice a slight tilt in her chin, some of the confidence and hardheadedness coming back—only in increments, though.

Else I’d have to punish her instead of what I’m about to do.

“Yes, those.” Her voice catches. “And how they felt so good touching me. How they know exactly what to do to make me come apart. It made my heart beat harder, my skin grew warmer, and I couldn’t help but to reach down between my legs and search for the same feeling.”

“What’d you find there, Nadia?”

“I was wet.”

“That all? A wet cunt, from thinking about me? I didn’t realize that’s all it took, babygirl. That you were so“—I tease, leaning into her ear, speaking low—“easy.”

“I am not!” Her voice, while it has been much sharper in the past, is hitting an edge.

“You’re not? You mean to tell me it wasn’t the idea of me touching your pussy that made you wet? What was it then, the blankets? Did they scrape across your skin like I do?”

Leaning into her, I drag my mouth and right cheek roughly against her neck.

“Was it the air conditioning? Cold against you when you were hot and needy? If it wasn’t me, then what was it? Because I’m pretty sure it was the idea of my fingers rubbing your clit and spreading you apart again.”

The sharp breath, groan, and how she wiggles against me tells me everything—like I didn’t already know. Grabbing her hips, I still her and step forward, pinning her harder between my groin and the counter. She’s going nowhere, not while I’m in the middle of playing with what I own.

“Go on, you have more to tell me.” Egging her, I want to see how detailed she’s going to get.

As she retells the way her hand slid into her shorts, I follow suit. Each description she gives, I deliver. Replacing her fabricated memory with the real thing. My hands on her, my fingers sliding through her wet labia, teasing over her throbbing clit and dipping into her sweet fucking pussy.

Taking my time like I said I would, I drag two digits in and out of her.

Scissoring them in intervals to spread her for me.

And if I’m being honest, feeling her squeeze around my fingers is making me harder than I think I have ever been.

Can’t wait to have her wrapped around my dick but first, she’s going to come for me, just like she did in the privacy of her room, and she will beg for it.

My opposite arm wraps around Nadia’s waist when she starts to melt into me, desperate moans fill the shower room as she starts to come apart for me. My lips press so close to her temple, eyes staring at her through the time-aged mirror, filling her ear with filth.

“Fucking look at yourself, Nadia. You’re soaking my hand, and any time I draw back, your greedy cunt clamps down. Refusing to let me go. Is that all you need? To be full? For me to keep your cunt stuffed with parts of me? My tongue, my fingers, my cock?”

Her head tilts back to my shoulder and I lean in, grazing my teeth along the side of her throat.

My forearm is beginning to tighten and burn from the methodical strokes I’m maintaining.

Truthfully, though, my hand is covered in her arousal, to the point I can feel it soaking into the crotch of her BDUs—my mouth salivating as she drips.

I’d kill to taste her, to have her swollen clit throbbing between my lips as I bite on the sensitive flesh.

“Do you want to come, Nadia?” I ask, just as I curl my fingers into her G-spot and give her a slight jerk.

“Fu—fuck yes,” Nadia squeals, her pinned hips trying to rock but still firmly restricted by my own.

“Beg.”

With another sudden jolt, I alter my stance just enough to change the angle of my arm and pump harder into her.

Not fast, no, not that. Harder. Don’t get the two confused.

All while my other hand unzips her tactical vest and pushes it apart.

‘Guard’ is written in white across the front of her T-shirt, the decal stretching at the very edges with how snug it is stretching over her tits.