Serpentine Desires

The prey

Kyle's voice slipped through the door, rough and cold, in Russian—a language I didn't understand but had learned to fear. It wasn't just the words; it was the tone. There was a seriousness there to his words that made my chest tighten.

Judas had never reacted like this before. He was always in control, always coldly amused or calculating. But now, he stiffened behind me and his body went rigid against my back.

His fingers were still buried inside me and they suddenly stilled. And then, slowly, torturously, they slid out of me, leaving an emptiness that matched the sudden shift in the air. The warmth of his touch turned into a harsh grip around my bicep as he pulled me up with him, the water around us sloshing violently.

He stood towering over me with his skin glistening with water, but it wasn't his usual domineering confidence that terrified me now. It was something else entirely. His eyes, once burning with lust and control, were now dark, unreadable—like the calm before a storm.

"Ты не предашь меня, птичка, не так ли?" he murmured softly, his voice so calm it felt like a blade against my skin. "You will not betray me, ptichka, will you?"

(You won't betray me, little bird, will you?)

The first part of his sentence I couldn't understand but in the second one, my blood froze.

My heart stopped, and I stiffened, just as his fingers had. Betray him? Why was he asking me this now? My mind raced, trying to find the reason. Did he find something? Did Kyle say something?

"What... what do you mean?" I stammered. My throat felt tight and dry. His gaze bore into me as if he were trying to peel back my skin and see the truth underneath. I swallowed hard, the unease settling in my bones. Why was he asking me this? Did he know something?

His thumb, still wet with water traced my jawline with a chilling gentleness, but the danger in his touch was unmistakable. "Do you know what betrayal feels like, my little bird?" His voice was low, a velvet whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "It's not just the knife in the back... it's the moment before—the second where everything is perfect, and you think you're safe. That's when it hurts the most. When you realize you trusted someone... and they ripped it all away."

He tilted his head, the slightest smirk curling his lips, but his eyes... they were void, hollow pits of darkness. "I've crushed men under my heel for less. Broken them until there was nothing left but dust and bone. And you... you're so delicate. I could snap you in half without blinking."

I swallowed hard, my throat burning. He stepped closer, his chest almost pressing against my aching breasts, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The air was suffocating between us, his presence overwhelming, like he was trying to consume me whole. His hand moved to my throat, his grip tightening just enough to remind me how easily he could end me if he chose to.

"You see, ptichka," he continued caressing the nape of my neck. "Loyalty is everything to me. I don't share. Not my power, not my blood, not you." His thumb pressed against my pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath my skin. "I need to know that your heart beats only for me, that your every breath is because I allow it."

I gasped, my eyes widening as his words seeped into me like poison.

"Because baby girl..." His lips brushed my ear, and I felt the sharpness of his teeth against my skin. "I've built this world around you. You are my creation, my obsession. And if you betray me if you ever think you can take what is mine and give it to another..." His grip tightened just enough to make me gasp for air, panic flickering in my chest.