Lahat ng Kabanata ng Serpentine Desires : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

That night, Judas didn’t come to the room—not that I was expecting him to. But what I wasn’t expecting was the absence of punishment. No harsh words, no wrathful orders, no cruel consequences. Again, he surprised me.I didn’t know when the burnt clothes were replaced with new ones. Honestly, I had no idea. The only thing I knew was that when I woke up the next morning, the wardrobe wasn’t empty anymore. It overflowed with options—warm, soft, and luxurious like they were handpicked just to spite me.And right now, I stood by the window, wrapped in a beige sweater that clung to my frame like a warm hug, black fleece leggings that hugged my legs snugly, and a cashmere scarf draped loosely around my neck. The view outside was pristine—snow stretching out endlessly, the world blanketed in white. Just two days ago, I was out there, probably dying.He could’ve left me. Should’ve, maybe. But he didn’t. He brought me inside instead. I faintly remembered that night—a blur of nightmares, flashes

Judas RomanovskiThe door slammed shut and it didn’t do a damn thing to cage the storm raging inside me. My hands trembled—rage or something darker that I couldn’t fucking name—and I loathed it with everything I had. My fingers curled around the edge of the fucking desk I had her slammed and knuckles whitened, and then—snap. The desk splintered under my grip, the wood cracking like her voice cracked my sanity.Fuck. Her. I swept my arm across the surface, sending everything flying—papers, glass, the laptop I’d replaced three times this year. It shattered, pieces scattering across the floor. She couldn’t see it, of course. Couldn’t see me. The real me—the monster that thrived in shadows, bathed in blood, and smiled while snapping necks. But she… she looked at me as if I were someone else. As if I were no better than any man.A laugh ripped from my throat, sharp and bitter. "Stupid little girl."I shut my eyes and her face stared back at me, defiant even

My back slammed against the wall knocking the breath out of me. Something happened. Shifted in the air as he fisted the sweater and ripped it off my body leaving me gasping and in the next second, I was stark naked.His palm connected hard against my ass cheek, and I whimpered. It hurt, but I felt myself growing even wetter without my permission. He spanked me again, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Slut.”I shut my eyes ignoring his dirty words. He wanted to break me, I knew it so. And he was angry.His hand cracked against my ass again and this time, it was hard. “Whore.” Again, pain. He licked my ear. “You think I’m a saint and you could talk me into guilt?” Spank. I moaned in pain. “You are my dirty,” Another spank. “Little,” Slap. “girl.”He spanked me even harder, and I choked out a small sob. His slaps were getting sharper, and I began crying in earnest. This only seemed to egg him on. He slid his hand down my ass towards my core, and down my inner thighs.“I hear you cryin

I couldn’t.I couldn’t take him.Even if the room was dark and the weather outside didn’t do any good, I was still frightened by its size. Not only was his manhood was very long, but it was also thicker that I believed possible.I regretted taking a stroll, or ever talking back. Sex with him was not sweet and rosy. It was rough and scary. He could manhandle me easily, choking me and then force me into whatever position he wanted. And it terrified me.I should’ve asked for the belt whips instead of this. What was I even thinking? The more he penetrated my behind with his fingers. Two fingers and I was already begging for him to stop, I didn’t think I could take his manhood in. It would break me, ruin me, and tear me.My wrists burned with the force he had them pinned above my head, and my back arched as he peppered my back and neck with deep kisses. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t hunger. It was something entirely different. Something I couldn’t understand. There was no teasing as he used to

I woke up to soft murmuring of the birds.Didn’t know when I fell asleep in arms of a devil. All I remember was his hands on me. And that freaking… thing… inside me. The moment I thought of it, I became hyper aware.I lay still for several minutes, blinking and processing, my senses sensitive by the warmth of his body against mine. His broad chest pressed against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist and fingers curled lightly. His breath kissed my neck, and shivers trailed won my spine.I kept staring at the wall as my thoughts ran wild, desperate to escape the suffocating reality. The dull ache of his… gift… was still there. It was absurd, humiliating, and yet… my body betrayed me. My cheeks flushed as I shifted slightly, the movement dragging his arm tighter around me.He stirred, murmuring low in his sleep. The sound rumbled against my back, deep and resonant, like a predator even in rest. My heart quickened.Why couldn’t I move?I should hate him. I did hate him. Eve