The Ruthless Heir

Erica’s [POV]

Again, it feels like a slap in the face, but I know that’s his intent. So I decide to play along and act like one of his women from the Cat House.

“Lucky for you, I have three of them.”

His eyes blaze, and I feel a little too smug as I drag him into my mouth and flick my tongue against the salty head of his cock. He’s big, and it’s hard for me to fit him, but I try to take as much as I can, hoping for some sign of a reaction. But he gives me absolutely nothing.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” he asks with a bored tone.

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“Remind me why we’re doing this,” he says. “Because I’m starting to feel like I’m not getting my money’s worth. Do you want a real whore to teach you how it’s done?”

I pause and glare up at him, and he meets my gaze with an empty expression.

“Carlisle always said if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” He sighs and grabs a handful of my hair, and then thrusts his cock so deep I nearly choke.

My hands fall against his thighs, holding him as he does it again.

“That’s more like it,” he breathes, tipping his head back so I can’t see his face. “Now you understand. This is what you’re here for.”

“Fuck you,” I mumble around him.

He chokes out a bitter laugh and thrusts his hips forward, making me gag. Any decency I was trying to hold on to goes out the window as spit drips down my chin. My eyes water and I can feel the mascara running rivers down my face. But I don’t protest. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and stroke his muscular ass, encouraging more.

Despite his best efforts, a groan catches in his throat, and he thrusts into my mouth again, punishing me for it. And then we fall into a rhythm. He used my face like a fuck toy, and me humming my approval against him.

If I’m honest, I’m not even faking it. Because something is insanely hot about Judge like this. Dominating me. Taking what he wants from me. A terrifying part of me thinks I’d probably give him anything he wants. It’s something I can’t breathe life into. At least, not when we’re done playing this game. He reminds me of that a second later when he thrusts, gags me, and then pulls his wet dick free from my mouth.

“This display is a little pathetic,” he growls. “Don’t you think?”

“What?” I blink up at him, confused.

“You aren’t supposed to enjoy it.”

“What if I do?” I study him.

“Then maybe you are a whore.” He pulls me by the hair until I fall forward, my hands catching against the stone. “But you’re still not half as good as my best.”

Those words cut me deep. Too deep. And it has the immediate effect of dousing me in cold and robbing any of the pleasure I felt from this twisted scenario. But it only gets worse when he shoves my face down onto the floor, rubbing it in the dirt.

“There’s nothing special about you.” He positions himself behind me, sliding his cock against me before he thrusts into me so hard that I jolt. “You’re just a body with three holes, exactly like you said. At least the other women try.”

His verbal tirade doesn’t end there, and I know now I was a fool to think I could ever win against a man like him. Judge proves it with every scathing insult he tosses my way.

“I took you because I was bored.” Thrust. “Because you were easy.” Thrust. “It means nothing to me.” Thrust. “It never will.”

Despite all my bravado, tears leak from my eyes and splash into the floor beneath me. I don’t want him to see, and I can’t feel anything anymore as he pounds into me, using me exactly the way I asked him to. Why couldn’t I see how dangerous this was? Why couldn’t I believe him when he warned me?

“Tell me how much you like it now,” he snarls.

A choked sob bursts from my lips before I can stop it, and Judge freezes behind me, his hands digging into my hips. But when he reaches down and tries to move my hair away, trying to see the vulnerability on my face, I can’t handle it.

“No.” I sever our connection, crawling away from him and stumbling to my feet before I break into a run.

I know it’s stupid. I’m fucking naked. Covered in spit and dirt and shame. But I run from the building, into the darkness, only to be snatched from behind and dragged back inside.

“No!” I scream. “Let me go!”

“Mercedes.” His voice has a raw edge that wasn’t there a minute ago. But I refuse to believe he has any feelings now. I can’t.

“Mercedes.” He drags me against him, hauling me back to the room of torture, and collapses into the chair, holding me hostage against his chest.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I don’t.

“Give me those dark eyes. Let me see you.” His voice is softer now, more pleading and less… whatever it was five minutes ago.

“No.” I bury my face into his chest, using my hair as a shield, but it doesn’t protect me.

He drags it away, unveiling me, grabbing me by the chin, and forcing my gaze to his.

“You said it’s what you wanted.” Annoyance and shame color his tone.

“I was wrong.” The words have from my chest. “You win, Judge. You fucking win.”

There’s a long moment of silence, and I use it to gather my strength.

“Tell me it was a lie, or let me walk away forever. Let me go.”

His arms tighten around me, and he shakes his head. “I’m not letting you go.”

“I won’t stay.” My voice wavers, but there’s no doubt I mean it. “I will fight and claw every day until I get out of here. Even if I have to kill myself to do it.”

“No.” The word lashes from his tongue so violently that I can’t deny he means it too. “You aren’t leaving me.”

“Why do you care?” I rasp. “I’m nothing. You said so yourself.”

“You aren’t nothing.” He’s shaking when he brushes his fingers over my face with more affection in one touch than I’ve ever had in my whole life. “You already know that. It’s why you wanted to play this stupid fucking game in the first place.”

“I don’t know that.” My eyes close so I can’t look into his, get lost in them. “What you said felt real. Too real.”

“How does this feel?” He cups the back of my head and kisses me, melting some of my resolves. “How does it feel every time you steal a piece of my soul like the little thief you are?”

Another kiss. I don’t kiss him back, but I can feel the tension dissolving between us, regardless of how hard I try to cling to it.

“How does it feel to know nobody else has ever had my kiss?” he asks, his fingers digging into me.

When I open my eyes to meet his, the shock of his words tugs at something deep inside me.

“Is that true?”

“What do you think?” He grabs my ass and yanks me closer, making me straddle him. “I’ve broken every goddamned rule with you.”

“Except for the one that matters most,” I whisper.

His answer is to kiss me again, and maybe I shouldn’t let him off so easy, but I do. I think Judge has given me more truths in the last two minutes than he’s ever given anyone. And right now, there’s a burning ache deep inside me that only he can satiate.

“Show me,” I murmur against his lips, my hands moving over the broad expanse of his chest. “Show me what you want.”

A growl vibrates from his lips into mine as he lifts my body and slides me down his cock, settling me on top of him. My fingers find their home in his hair, and he gives me something new, something different. It’s no less intense, but it’s softer, the way his lips move over my jaw and down my throat, sucking at the sensitive skin there.

“I took you because I couldn’t help myself.” The confession spills free on a ragged breath. “Because you are so goddamn addictive, you’ve fucking cursed me the way you curse all men, little monster.”

I whine against him as his palms settle on my ass, pivoting my hips so I’m rocking down over his thick cock, splitting me open in more ways than one.

“There’s no comparison.” He drags his nose down my neck, inhaling me. “You’ve eclipsed everyone else. Blinded me to their faces, their memories. Is that what you want to hear?”

I bite back a whimper and nod. “If that’s the truth.”

“It is,” he answers roughly. “Goddammit, Mercedes, how can you not see it?”

Another tear leaks from my eye, and he leans up to kiss it away. At that moment, the last of my resistance fades away, and I fall into him, squeezing his face in my palms. I kiss him, and he grunts at its savagery, returning it with equal passion by fucking me like it’s his last day on earth.

Somewhere between us are the words we can’t bring ourselves to say. I’m trapped, and so is he. We both know it. We’re drowning in it. Drunk on it. Desperate for another fix. These feelings are too tangible to ignore, and the more we give in, the more I’m aware that we feed off each other. And I fear that only one of us will be strong enough to walk away in the end. I know when I shatter around him and look into his eyes, it won’t be me.

I also know when Judge tips his head back, groaning as he comes inside me, he isn’t just going to break me. He’s going to destroy me.