Page 66 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

Lucien is looking at me with the foulest glare and all it does is cause me to smirk.

We lock eyes and what do I do? I push another finger into Nadia’s tight ass then take her clit back into my mouth.

Owning every fucking ounce of her pleasure.

Fingers pump unhurriedly at the time that my teeth scrape over her sensitive skin and she keens with unreleased tension.

“Kace, please!” she wails. At some point she moved her hands but instead of tangling them in my hair, she hooked them behind her knees and chose to keep herself open and ready.

Filthy fucking girl.

“Say my name like that again, Nadia,” I demand then press the muzzle of my mouth flush to her slick pussy and shove my tongue into her weeping hole.

Her muscles squeeze and grapple at me, trying to draw me deeper inside of her empty cunt.

I give her all I can , murmuring against her—promising more once I’m done feasting.

She can wait a bit longer for the rest. She’s come this far, what’s a few more minutes?

Nadia whimpers a sad, deplorable plea. I know she can do better than that.

I’m about to scold her lame attempt at begging when I look up and see how the tips of her fingers are beginning to lose their color.

They’re digging so hard into the back of her knees, they’re pale along with the skin they’re boring into.

Simultaneously, she’s quaking, breathless, and squirming.

Knowing what my girl likes, I wrench back and bring my hand down sharply against her cunt.

Nadia screeches and bows on Lucien’s lap from the force of it.

The tight peaks of her hardened nipples poke through the double-layered fabric of her bra and the shirt she put on today when she arches her chest up.

“Jesus Christ…” Lucien sneers, watching me for a few seconds longer before he turns his head and scowls at Nadia. She’s too far gone to give a flying fuck about using him as a chair… table… whatever. Hopefully he sits there and shuts the hell up—enjoy what I’m allowing him to have of MY girl.

“Want to come, baby?” Even my voice has become rougher since I started playing with her.

An ache builds at the rear of my tongue and opens to my throat.

The unhurried and punishing lashes of my tongue put the connective tissue to the test while I devoured her pretty pussy.

It’s all puffy, flushed a deep red and delectable, all for me.

Not giving her the time to respond, I latch onto her clit again and suck harder—it beats wildly between my lips, but stopping is out of the question.

“Y… yes, please!”

“Good girl,” I mummer, pulling back to let her clit pop free from my mouth.

Withdrawing my fingers from her tight ass, both arms reach over my shoulders and grip the back of my shirt between my scapula.

Hauling it up and tugging it off, I discretely wipe my fingers off when I stand and glance over Nada.

Poor thing is so keyed up, a lady of the night waiting for her suitor.

Desperate.

Strung out.

Devout.

Lucien has his head tilted now, resting it on the back of the chair.

His closed eyes are squeezing tight at the corners, probably praying to a God who doesn’t give a damn whether he lives to see tomorrow or not.

Reaching out, I slap the fucker with the hand I was fingering Nadia with—incapable of containing my leer.

“You’re not done watching, because I’m not done fucking. The only way you won’t is if I blow your eye sockets out.” It was a warning, I suppose, but shifted into a threat when the same hand I slapped him with reached for the gun at the back of my pants and pulled it out.

With a finesse I’ve acquired over the past, I quickly eject the magazine and ensure it’s fully loaded before inserting it back into the grip of the gun.

Following that by firmly guiding the slide back, then rack a round loaded in the chamber with a harsh snap of the metal.

Nadia and Lucien both snap their attention to me, regarding me with lust filled curiosity, as well as Lucien’s blatant anger.

Gray eyes fixate as I push the barrel of the gun to Lucien’s head, holding it there, finger curling and drawing the trigger back to the friction zone, ready to be fired.

Full disclosure, I loathe what I see. They look so much alike.

I ought to pull the fucking thing now—save the rest of the world from having to deal with the likes of this shit head.

“Keep your eyes open, nutcase. I’ll use this cunt every hour, on the hour, for the next few days if need be. Drive it into your thick fucking skull that Nadia belongs to me.”

My gaze drops down to her and I grin. She shifts, readying herself for me.

Son of a bitch . There’s no fucking way I’m going to keep her waiting any longer—hell, myself for that matter.

Holding the gun to Lucien's head, I use my free hand to grab and pump the length of my cock that’s still standing at stiff attention.

Root to tip, root to tip, squeeze the glands a fraction until the shock wave it sends through me reaches my chest.

Not as tall as Lucien is, I have to drop down to a knee to reach her. When I do, I slide the blunt tip of my dick between her labia. Gathering the wetness at her entrance, slicking up the velvet skin before pushing in, not stopping as the wall of her cervix barricades me from moving any deeper.

“The only place my cum belongs is inside of you. Do you understand me? Doesn’t matter the hole, my cum will never exist outside of your body.”

Drawing my hips back, they snap forward into her. Earning me a squeal, the force of her walls clamp down on my cock just enough to stall me. She gets thirty seconds to acclimate, then I’m breaking her in two.

"See what I do to her? Her perfect cunt wrapped around me like it always should have been. Clenching around my cock, knowing who wields the power over her.”

“If I ever get out of these binds, I will finish what I started in Darkwater. That is my promise to you, Kace. The tongue you used to defile her will be cut out. Fingers you pushed into her unclean orifice, crushed beneath a weight that will have you screaming in agony. Your penis—”

“This one?” I mock, only to slide out of Nadia which makes her pout. Her body responds by tightening around me.

Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Just a moment and I’ll give you everything you want.

“It will burn, right along with her,” Lucien continues, getting louder to drown out the sound of Nadia's hedonistic pleasure. “She will be nailed to the cross, your next abomination ripped from her womb as she screams for salvation. And you… you burn at the altar,” Lucien snarls, pushing into the barrel of my gun. My nostrils flare at his threat. I long to pull the trigger and blow his brains all over the kitchen. I would if we weren’t in the middle of town where law enforcement could show up within minutes.

Additionally, it would freak her out and probably piss her off.

Not a side of Nadia I want to deal with right now.

Picturing her tossed up on a cross sends anger through me, taking every bit of my willpower to rake it in.

All because that’s what he had initially planned to do anyhow; now he wants to threaten to complete that task? I think the fuck not.

Mind games, H, remember he likes to play mind games.

Nodding, the movement decisive, I smirk and participate in this dogfight with him.

“You cost me seventeen years with them. The least I can do is let you see how good your big sister is at being my whore. If you somehow manage to survive this, I’ll lay down and let you light the match. "

Extending my other arm, I fist the front of Nadia’s throat and hold her in place.

Proceeding to rake in and out of her drenched twat all while keeping Lucien at gunpoint.

Still as responsive as she has always been, eager, so good at taking my dick.

Her body made for mine, to move perfectly with me, to swell and carry my children until she can’t take anymore.

It’s a bit too late, having another one—I would have given this woman as many hellions as she wanted.

It’s fine though, she’s more than enough woman for me—our daughter has ample personality for a whole army of babies.

Detesting Lucien for costing the both of us so much time, ruining our already fucked up lives, I choose to pour salt in the deepest of his wounds.

"What did he use to call you, babygirl?" I grunt through the next harsh trust. Truthfully, she’s about to unman me with the way she’s milking my cock.

Added to her breathy moans and my frenzied groans is the plaping sound of my hips each time they collide with her ass.

Just another layer of intenseness to the hungry soundtrack filling the room.

"B-Babalon," she stammers.

"That's right. Go ahead, say it louder."

Picking up the pace, my groin slams into her.

The stickiness of her arousal coats the front of me now.

It drives me insane watching how she swallows me whole, one offensive dig of my hips after another.

I’m so engrossed in the way we meld together and how delirious I am destroying her that it takes a hard swallow and a cry to get me to let up off her throat.

Easing up immediately, she gasps but I’m not stopping until she screams.

Lucien protests the harder I go, cussing and cursing me like I’m driving into him instead.

Glimpsing at him, I note he’s staring at where I’m joined with this sister.

Her abdomen shines from a thin layer of sweat, and a few drops of my own.

Lines of stretched skin reaching over her soft stomach flexing when I surge back—the evidence of my child having lived inside of her makes my abs tighten.

Good God, knowing that I bred this cunt is seconds away from obliterating me.

Nadia is the most alluring demon I’ve ever seen. She owns me, as much as I own her.

“L… Lucien,” Nadia pants wheezes, the grip I had on her neck tightens when she calls his name instead of mine.

Both of us look over to her, seeing lust-laden eyes but…

she’s not looking at him, she’s looking at me.

I’m jealous she said his name, obsessively territorial over her to the point I fuck her harder out of retaliation.

She starts to jolt harder, and slides a bit across Lucien’s lap, making him moan.

What the absolute fuck.

“He… he’s… digging into my back.”

Slanting my head back, an unchecked laugh rumbles out of me.

It’s so heavy and consuming it shakes my chest. Forgotten is my brief jealousy and in its place is pride.

Turning, I drop the gun on the floor then clutch the back side of her left knee.

Guiding it back to her shoulder, she’s spread out before me once more.

The position lifts her hips enough to relieve the pressure on her back.

When she’s lifted, I look to confirm her complaint and sure enough baby brother’s pants are tented.

“Sins of the flesh my ass.”

“F… fuck you,” Lucien seethes.

“In a minute.” I’m roaring at his uneasiness. “Again, Nadia, what did he use to call you?”

“B… Babalon.” This time she’s muted, drowning in the precursors to her ecstasy and it’s not good enough for me.

"Scream it, Snitch!" Shouting the order at her this time, I’m upping the ante.

I feel the very moment she begins to flutter around me. It’s heavenly but damnit, I’m on a mission to get her to fall off the cliff before I do.

Lowering her leg, allowing it to rest over the top of Lucien’s restrained arm, I press my thumb to her clit.

The very front of it is too sensitive and will keep her body at its heightened state but refuse to let her tumble; therefore, I focus more on the hood, rubbing firm circles over it as she squirms and sings for me.

Right where I want her.

“Nadia!” I command.

"BABALON!” Nadia cries out.

Her cunt clamps down on me, the force so mind numbing that my movements stutter.

It takes me a few struggling breaths, all while she screams, to resume.

Pounding into her until the agony of holding back becomes unbearable.

Releasing a groan, I pull back until only half of my cock is still inside of her and lose my fucking mind.

My orgasm rips through me, balls drawing up closer to the center of my mass before the first spurt starts filling her.

Long, intense throbs help me empty every drop into the woman under me.

Needing to hold onto her with one shaking hand, the other fisting the backrest of Lucien’s chair.

"Good girl. And you, mother fucker,” Rasping through my words, “must be Judas, because I am her Chaos, and she’s mine."

Helping Nadia clean up and redress has always been something I’ve favored in our time together.

There’s something about keeping her upright, cleaning my mess from the still-pulsing skin of her pussy or shoving it back inside of her, that makes me want to lay her down and repeat everything I’ve done thus far.

Wrecked looks stunning on her. So much so I have to force myself to look away from her.

That way I can get her pants back where they belong and help her through the bedroom and to the shower.

She isn’t looking anywhere but the floor right now, which tells me she’s about to hit some emotions she’s not experienced in a long tim.

I’ll need to, and will want to, comfort her when she faces them.

Cupping her face, I gently angle her head back a bit so my eyes can meet hers—this is the part I’m not a fan of seeing.

Her, on the brink of tears and so vulnerable.

Before I can open my fucking mouth to say something, to reassure her, to tell her how much I love her, the dumb shit Lucien pipes up first.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.” He speaks disapprovingly, scoffing next. “How are you going to let your injured child be toted off by a stranger while staying behind to spread your legs like some Jezebel? Your selfishness is embarrassing, Nadia. Some mother you are.”

Nadia’s breath hitches, then I see a flicker of guilt pass over her flushed features.

That brief moment of shame is all it takes for me to swing back and clock Lucien in his left temple.

He crumples instantly, body going slack in the chair and his head drops forward.

Chin meeting his chest with such force my improved hearing catches a near inaudible thud.

I said never again—never will she think less of herself, and I meant it.