Judas kiss
Chapter 48 - I will get on my knees.

If Spencer said he wasn't hurt that would be a lie. He played it off in front of Ignacio but he was hurt and angry. He only felt resentment but he had to act fast.. After they had lunch together, he dropped her off at her place. She invited him in and they just lazily laid in each other's arms. Spencer started off by giving Della small kisses on her neck area. She giggled nervously. He was quick to hover over her body pressing his need against her abdomen. Della looked at him as he kissed her savagely. He didn't even give her the chance to respond as he simply went in for it.

"..Spencer.." She tried to protest pulling away but he wouldn't let her go as he furiously bit on her lower lip. She felt sharp pain, it wasn't enticing.

"Spencer stop.." she told him but he didn't he bit on her neck giving her cringe worthy hickeys. She felt her lips throbbing and her neck throbbing. She felt weak as he had both her hands pressed against the bed. She always thought sex wit Spencer would be enticing but now all she felt was pain. His right hand grabbed her breast roughly. Since he wasn't listening, she wanted to push him off. She tried but he was strong. He continued forcing his lips on hers, his eyes filled with lust.

He felt angry that he had been a gentleman with her and she was off fucking Andre when all he did was treat her like shit.

"..Spencer please stop.." she begged him then he did, only to rip her silk dress open. She gasped clearly now scared of what he would do next. She tried to sit up but he pushed her back on the bad with so much force she lands with her head. "You tell me to stop but you don't tell Andre that now do you?"

Della's voice felt strained, her heart was beating fast. She could hear it thudding in her own ears. She was scared, she had never seen this side of Spencer.

"..... sorry.. I'm sorry Spencer." She whimpered.

"Don't be sorry, it's my turn now." He chuckled running his fingers through his hair. It was sickening. Della felt sickened. He then ripped the rest of her dress open, leaving it in shreds.

Della almost cried.

Tears brimmed under her eyes.

Spencer carefully unbuckled his belt.

"Please Spencer don't, I'm so sorry.." She begged but it fell on deaf ears.

"What does Andre have that I don't? Huh Adela?" He said holding her roughly by her cheeks only to push her back forcefully. Della felt her inner cheeks bleed from the hard friction inside against her teeth and Spencer's hard hold. She was now full on crying. Her neighbors were playing loud Spanish music, she knew no one would hear her if she screamed. She calculated how many steps it would take to run to the door. Spencer then walked to her bedroom door and locked it, putting the keys in his pocket. She looked around for her phone and realized she had left it on top of the microwave.. in the kitchen. She felt helpless, she couldn't fight Spencer he was twice her size and he would definitely.. leave her brain dead if he gave her just one punch to the face-

But he wouldn't right.

He wouldn't, Spencer was a nice person. She tried to convince herself. He was just angry right now but he wouldn't beat her. Yes, he ripped her dress but he wouldn't beat her.. he wouldn't.. Spencer wouldn't.

"I'm sorry.. Andr-" Spencer immediately gave her a hot clap on her right cheek. It was so hard, she felt as if her jaw was broken.

"You really have guts to say his name right now? Della what is wrong with you?" He asked frustrated. Della wouldn't stop crying, she now had a five finger mark on her cheek. She didn't know what she had been thinking, it just slipped maybe because she missed him. She needed his help, she wished he could just come and drop by for absolutely no reason.

Spencer sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Della but you made me do it." He said trying to touch her cheek but she wouldn't let him as she cried.

"I'm so sorry baby." He said.

"Leave Spencer.."

Della didn't know where she got the confidence to say that to a man who had just hit her and could rape her any second.

"What did you say?" Spencer asked venomously.

"I said leave. Just leave! I don't ever want to see you again. We're done. I'm not going to anyone manhandle me like that ever- Leave!!" She yelled.

"I said leave.." she yelled her voice now groggy from crying. Her eyes now bloodshot red from all the crying that she was doing. She wasn't going to stand for this.

"I'm not going to leave until you give me what you gave Andre too.." Spencer smirked.

"If you think I will ever fuck you after what you just did then you're wrong.." She yelled at him, he chuckled.

"Ignacio was right you're such a whore. Now come here because I'm going to fuck you until I break your cervix.. whether you like it or not.. you will remember me for life and guess what.. once I rip you apart.. not even Andre will want you.."

"I'm going to tell my father.." Della cried.

Spencer only laughed.

"News flash Adela, Garreth is a freaking psychopath. He attends therapy sessions every other week and is on medication.. you really think he will help you.." He shook his head. "You're so naive.."

Della was shocked, she let out a gasp. This was all happening too fast. It was just all too much, her boyfriend was manhandling her and she just found out her father is not stable.

"I love you Della.." he said stroking her cheek. "I love you so much and I only want the best for you. It's just you're making me this way.. you're making me like this Della-" Spencer said in a defeated tone. "It's all your fault, now look what you made me do to your pretty face.."

"Don't touch me.." Della hissed. He was bipolar, he softened and then immediately became rough whenever Della yelled at him.

"I'm going to touch you alright.." He growled pinning her against the bed and hovering over her.

"I have waited for so long to do this... argh you smell so good.." He groaned licking her neck where he had gruesomely bit her. Della felt disgusted as he rubbed himself in between her legs.

"Please.." Before she could finish, he cut her off.

"I know, I know. You must be so wet. I will put it in right now.. Mhmm you're such a whore you would love that right?" He asked.. laughing it off. This was not the man, Della had met. He wasn't like this-

Della was trying really hard to close her legs but he was in between them. Roughly hovering over her.

"You really don't have to do this Spencer.." Della said emotionally unstable and feeling defeated.?

"You didn't have to fuck Andre but you did." He yelled in her face, hurt clear in his eyes. She whimpered helplessly trying to make him lessen his hold on her hands. Spencer was quick to stick his fingers inside her panties.. rubbing on her clit.

"I thought by now you would be all hot and bothered for me.." He said feeling how dry she was in between. "I suppose you're into role play then?" He added getting off her. He removed his boxer briefs letting his manhood spring free from its confinements. Already oozing with pre-cum indicating how much he wanted her.

"Your choice Della, you will get on your knees and suck me off like the little whore you're or you will allow me to fuck you dry.. you won't be dry anytime soon because we're going to make a child sweetheart, I'm going to cream you up as many times as I can.." "What do you choose Della?" He asked her in such a rough tone, her heart skipped a beat from fear every time he spoke.

"I-I- i will get on my knees." Della finally said. The thought of Spencer filling her up or any other man, sickened her. She didn't want that thing anywhere near her. She felt violated when his fingers had roamed around her private area.

"Come suck me off then.." he said expectedly. Della's eyes were roaming around her room for anything The she could use to knock him out with.. there wasn't anything useful, she couldn't exactly hit him with a spray or a hair brush or deodorant that laid on her dressing table.

As soon soon Della went on her knees. Spencer grabbed a fist of her hair. It was painful.. as soon as she came face to face with it and him hitting her cheeks with it utterly disgusted her.. it was pulsing with need. She was disgusted, when she had given Andre head she absolutely loved and enjoyed pleasuring him but right now-

Bile went up and unexpectedly she regurgitated all the lunch they had together earlier. She messed his dress pants and his shoes. Spencer growled walking away from her immediately.

"You're disgusting Adela." He yelled heading straight for the bathroom. To clean himself up. If she had known vomiting on him would set her free, she would have done it earlier. She stayed stagnant in her spot as soon as he came out. He gave her a sneer. "I'm going to warn you Adela, I'm capable of killing your beloved father and sending Andre to jail... if you tell anyone what just happened.."

"You can't." Della yelled back.

"Your husband thinks he is shipping wine with Garreth but no. He is shipping drugs and ammunition's and guess what.. it's all in his name. I swear to God, Della if you tell anyone what just happened, I will send the father of your little brat to jail." "I won't." Della immediately said defensively, she always was overprotective of Andre.

"This isn't over, you're still my girlfriend and you will act the way you did before all this.. infact let's forget this happened." Spencer sighed.

"Should I run you a bath?" He asked and Della stared at him in disbelief. Clearly this man was not alright in the head but she simply nodded. She did after all want to come out of this alive. She was glad he didn't threaten her son because that was her only joy. "Alright, Princess let me run you a warm bath." He said immediately walking over to the bathroom. Della stared at her shredded clothes.. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.. I love you so much." Spencer said once more.

She thought she was going to die after he had went all Ted Bundy on her.000000