Page 26 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

“Fucking beg, Nadia! Or I’ll send you out of here without so much of a backward glance.

” Growling the threat, she knows I’ll follow through with it.

Something she’s done herself—threatening an inmate.

Without follow-through, the rest of the prison population would not have any respect for her.

Respect and power is a non-negotiable for Nadia, and she uses that to wield her baton like a sword.

“P… please, Kace. Please make me come for you,” she responds, voice higher-pitched, breathy and short.

Perfect .

Tilting away, I yank at the back of her vest. Her arms move in time where I can drag it off her upper half and toss it to the floor with a clatter.

Pieces of her gear scatter as they slide across the tile.

We can worry about that later. I keep pumping her harder, stripping her one bit of clothing at a time.

By the time I’m done, her BDUs are down to her knees and the shirt is pulled up over her chest. Finally, I have her sports bra rolled up to help pin her shirt out of the way.

Naked from the collarbone down to her knees, I stare in awe at Nadia.

Utterly unprepared for how striking she is.

Inch after goddamn inch of silky smooth skin.

Nipples standing on end, squeezing the barbels that are pierced through them—not surprising at all.

Small scars here and there, normal stuff for a rough and tumble kind of woman she is.

It’s my mouth flooding more at the sight of her pink-flushed cunt.

“Mine—“ I grunt out, seeing all of the woman before me. I’m one lucky bastard to call her mine, to feel her, to see her.

To fucking love her.

“Mine—“ Unable to stop myself from saying once more, my hand finally picks up speed, thrusting fingers deep between her spasming walls. Powering through the fire building in my muscles.

“Who do your orgasms belong to, Nadia?” I could come like this. Spill my cum into my jumper again, just like the day she stroked me in the hallway. Lose my fucking mind being privileged enough to feel her.

The lust drunk thing slips up. “You, Kace. I bel…they… they belong to you.”

“Ohhhhh, baby, I heard that. And yes, they do, and so do you. Now come for me.” A feral grin creeps across my mouth at her accidental admission. Between you and me, I knew from the get go—she was going to be mine. Her slip up only proves it.

“Kace!” Nadia screams and I let her. I need to hear how she sounds without having to cover her mouth and muffle her. And good heavens, she sounds so pretty—profound.

“That’sss it, baby. Just like that.”

She’s so damn tight around my fingers—pulsing violently.

Her walls milk me but I press on, wringing out every damn shudder and twitch from her as she progresses through her orgasm.

Ragged breaths cause her naked tits to rise and fall rapidly as she tries to catch a deeper one.

The slick sheen of her release glistens along the vein-pronounced skin of my hand.

Her exposed body is splotchy with rose colored blemishes from her blood having risen to the top of her flesh from the heat between us.

She’s incomparable.

Once she starts to relax and lets up, my hand withdraws.

Lifting my arm, crossing her chest like some sort of muscular seat belt, I shove my fingers into my mouth.

Licking, sucking the taste of her off my flesh.

A feral sound rumbles behind my Adam’s apple and deep into my chest, now pressed hard against her shoulder blades.

Still staring at her reflection in the mirror, she watches me while I do it.

Her mouth parts with the breaths she’s trying to regulate—failing as I consume her as much as she does me.

Poor thing, you’re not near done.

Finishing up, I grab her chin, tilt her head back and crash my mouth to hers. Forcing my tongue between Nadia’s lips, I feed her release to her. Letting her taste the way we mix together. Kissing this woman could be my favorite sport—far outweighs the joy I had for rugby back in the day.

Lifting a grown-ass man off the ground by his shorts so he can catch a ball doesn’t quite have the same appeal that consuming and controlling Nadia does.

It may have been good for my heart and body, but this woman…

I could be with her for the rest of my life and still not heal enough, or receive enough forgiveness to make it into heaven.

There’s a moment where kissing Nadia is more important than getting my dick wet, but she quickly reminds me of her insatiable needs when she wiggles her naked ass against me. Releasing a chuckle, I break the spell between us and look down into her lust-filled expression.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you need something, baby?”

“Kace—“ she groans, her stormy grey eyes sharpening as she glares up at me.

“Not a mind reader, Snitch, tell me what you want. Use your big girl words.”

“Put your fucking cock in me, inmate; I will scream if you don’t,” she huffs at me.

“Such a foul mouth.” Closing the distance, I growl against her shameful lips. “Scream then; no one will hear you, whore.”

With a shove, I press her face down onto the counter, not caring about the cleanliness of it.

She wants to get dicked down, I’ll be happy to oblige.

Wrapping her hair around my right fist, the other opens my jumper and there’s no rubbing myself through her, no need to warn her when she obviously aches to be put in her place—under me.

With a single stroke of my hand, I line my tip up with her still-dripping entrance, then slam into her.

The scream she threatened me with comes bellowing out of her gaped mouth.

My knees nearly buckle under me at how amazing she feels spread around my cock.

Reaching for her hip, I hold onto her for a second, willing my treacherous body to not give out already—mocking her in the meantime.

“Thought you said you wouldn’t scream if I fucked you. Liar.”

Digging my fingertips into her skin, my hips draw back and I shove into her again.

Her frantic hands reach back where one pushes at my bare torso, my undershirt’s bunched up around my waist, her other arm stretching out in front of her and holding herself back away from the mirror.

Smart, cause I’m going to push her face first into that damn thing when I start fucking the breath out of her lungs.

“Oh, don’t you dare push at me, Nadia. You wanted this. You explicitly told me to put my dick inside of you and I aim to please.” With a snap of my hips, I punctuate my sentence and my point, the force causing the globes of her ass to bounce.

Fuckkkkk meeeee.

I’ve got to see that again.

Her pussy stretching around me, covering each inch with arousal, and her beautiful ass bouncing.

Buried deep inside of her, I still for a moment.

Her body’s tight and humming with tension when I lean forward a fraction and spit.

The wad of saliva lands with a slight plop at the top of her crack.

Reaching out, my thumb glides through the slippery substance then down between her cheeks, pushing against the hole that instinctively clenches at the feeling.

I’m fucking this soon, too.

I will own every piece of this girl.

Nadia squirms right as my thumb invades the tight ring; of course I use it as leverage. There’s nowhere for her to go now, not that I hear her complaining. Moaning like the good whore she is for me, but no complaints.

Our secret trysts, outside of my developing love for her, may be the only thing we can have.

If that’s the case, I’m going to give her my all each and every time.

Send her into orbit, wreck her for anyone else, and selfishly fill the broken spaces in her heart with myself—Kentsugi my snitch.

She’s already invaluable, but it’s my job as her man to ensure she never has to worry about her blemishes and imperfections again.

By the time I develop a sheen of sweat over my arms and torso, she’s a puddle; mindless, drunk, so fucking gorgeous.

She deserves to see herself through my eyes and witness the destruction of the hardened woman she was forced to become.

Pulling my thumb from her ass, I yank her up by her hair.

A laugh escapes me at how strung out Nadia looks.

Her eyes are glazed over and delirious, all from me and mastering her form.

Rutting into her, keeping my cock deep where it belongs, her pussy full of me, I slap her and rouse her from her sex-drunk stupor.

She gives me a whimper that lets me know she’s still with me, not quite annihilated yet.

Thankfully her shift is coming to an end soon so she can get home and rest. I’ll give her what aftercare I can with the limitations of our predicament but first, I have a cunt to fill with cum, and she’s going to watch.

“Eyes open, babygirl, look how ruined you are. Next you’ll be drooling like a brainless slut… Actually, open your mouth.”

Nadia parts her lips obediently, tongue hanging out over her bottom teeth like she’s ready to choke on me again.

Not this time, love, but I promise we will do it again.

I feed the pointer and middle fingers of my left hand into her mouth and order her to suck.

Distracted by her new chore, forcing the entirety of her focus, I let go of her hair.

Suddenly missing how soft the strands felt and hate how I can’t run my hands through her hair whenever the fuck I please.

I hate— HATE—being here, in Darkwater. But without it, and my mistakes, I never would have come in contact with the girl who branded her name on my soul the first time she slammed me down on the ground.

Dropping my free hand between us, I slap her pussy over and over until she squeals around the digits I have her sucking on.

The skin pulses so much I can feel it against my finger pads.

I fucking love it. She lets me do whatever I want to her, cause her pain, pleasure, love, hate, praise, degradation—I should let her come with me. Yes, she’s earned it after all.

“Such a good girl, Nadia. Nearly swallowing my fingers while you drip all over my dick. Eyes on me, baby, and you can come.” The frantic nod of her head is my undoing, the simplest gesture is all it takes—perhaps I’m the easy one. Nah, it’s because it’s her, my crooked Correctional Officer.

Placing the fingertip of my middle against her hood, it draws quick, small circles with enough pressure to get past the slick fluid coating her needy pussy.

Nadia thrashes, which only snaps what’s left of my control and I fuck her like I’m on death row and this is the last time I’ll have a beautiful woman at my mercy.

She begs and cries and I respond by shoving a third finger into her mouth.

Against her ear, the cadence of our breaths matched in tempo and shallow-depth, I groan. The silken dark strands of her sweat-dampened hair get caught on my whiskers, entangling us as if we are already inseparable.

“Fucking come, Snitch. Let go, Nadia, fucking, Patton.” The timber of my voice is lower, breathless with exertion, but I can’t help myself. I fantasize about making her mine, it’s only fair she does the same.