A Destiny of Carnage (A Violent Agenda)

“You don’t know how long I’ve fucking waited to do this,” he growls in my ear.

“Jude.” At least, I can say his name now. My lips and tongue are working now though it’s still an effort.

He rips off my panties. tearing the thin material from my body. Until I’m completely naked under him. He eye fucks me like a starved man and then kisses me savagely, running his hands all over me, until I’m lost in his kiss.

“You can’t fucking know how much I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispers in my ear. “Needed to. You drive me insane, Viola. I’ve dreamt of this fucking moment for so long.”

He glides a hand over my wet pussy. I know I’m soaking. I can feel my heat running down my thighs and all over his hands as he holds me possessively, claiming me.

As he looks into my eyes, burning the insanity of this moment into my brain, igniting the need until it’s burning me up from the inside, I look right back. My body might be heavily sedated, but my mind is furiously awake and in the moment.

Nowhere else.

“Tell me it’s the same for you?”

“It is,” I hiss.

He smirks and shoves three fingers inside. “Tell me how much you fucking want me.”

“Want you,” I grit out.

He pumps me harder, stretching my relaxed pussy until my body feels like it’s going to fall apart.

Jude is still fully dressed, much to my annoyance, but there’s nothing I can do. I don’t have the energy to undress him or fight him. All I can do is lie there and let the exploding sensations sweep over me as he fucks me over and over with his fingers.

“Fuck me,” I pant.

He chuckles. “You want my cock in you? Is that it?”

I give a jerky nod, trembling as he strokes me long and hard.

“Greedy bitch,” he snorts. “Always getting what you want.” I eye him greedily as he strips off. His body is angular, hard, and sculpted as ever. Knowing Jude, he hasn’t stopped working out in here. My eyes are drawn to the thick length of him between his legs. He catches me looking. “Like what you see? It’s all yours, beautiful.” He leans down over me, returning the heat that left when he sat up to undress. “It’s always been fucking yours,” he rumbles in my ear as he licks my neck.

He nudges my weak legs easily apart with his knees, and he eases in. Even though I’m relaxed, he’s still too big to fit all the way the first time. “Fuck, you’re tight.” But that doesn’t stop him. He lifts my leg, adjusts his hips, and rams all the way in. There’s a flood of pleasure through my core, rippling all the way down to my goddamn toes.

I moan in response, letting Jude use me the way he needs to.

“Ah fuck, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he pants between strokes.

My eyes blaze as he starts to slow down. I manage a stilted shake to my head. I don’t want him to take this slowly. I need him hard and fast. It’s been so long. I need him to consume me so that I don’t carve someone up too soon.

“Hurt me, Jude.” My voice is barely a whisper.

His gaze darkens as he increases the pace, hands digging into my flesh where he holds me down on the bed. Every punch of his cock soothes the ragged edges of my soul. He breaks me apart, and then puts me back together in a heartbeat, and then does it all over again until my weak legs are shaking and my lower half is a quivering mess.

He comes with a groan, and I feel him release, hot and messy, deep inside me. My eyes flutter closed as my own explosion of ecstasy overtakes everything else. His lips are on mine as I shudder beneath him, invading my mouth with his tongue just as he claims the rest of me.

Later,after we’re spent, tangled in sheets, limbs wrapped around each other, pressed against every part of each other, I open my eyes to see him looking right at me.

My initial reaction is to jerk away, but the drugs are still in my system. Moving is still an effort, although it’s less like I’m dead from the waist down and more like moving underwater.

“I should drug you more often,” Jude teases, stroking my hair from my face.

“Fuck you,” but I say it lightly.

“Baby, you just did.” His eyes sparkle with amusement, full of longing, lust, and a look that flits across his features for a split second. It reminds me of a puppy dog.

I manage to turn away from him to lie on my back, breaking the connection. It’s not awful to look at Jude that way. It’s just too intense. I’m reminded of Dino. He used to look at me like that. Stare at him long enough, and he’s peeling away the layers to the core of my soul.