Page 37 of Breaking Hudson

“Yes sir?” Sean asks.

“I’m not telling your parents because your mom will only reject my help. I will take care of the bills without them knowing, and this will stay between us. Don’t make me regret my decision.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you so much,” Sean sniffles. When he walks away, I smile at Hudson.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re a momma’s boy. That’s the only reason you didn’t shoot him,” I say.

“Yeah, I would’ve done the same thing if someone convinced me that Vlad was my only option. I would do the same thing for you too,” he says.

“Ready to go home?” Dallas asks.

“Absolutely,” I sigh.

The first thing I do when we get home is go to the master bathroom and get into the shower. I don’t wait for anyone, and no one joins me. They let me have this time alone. I scrub my body, getting rid of the evidence once again. This time, for the last time. They will never hurt me again. They will never hurtanyoneagain.

When I get out of the shower, I go to the bedroom to get dressed. I find that Hudson and Dallas are waiting for me. “Hi,” I say.

“Come here,” Dallas says. I step closer and he grabs my waist and pulls me against his body. “I’m not even going to ask you what you need, because I know.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. He smirks at me and then steps back slightly to undress himself. When he sits on the edge of the bed, he pulls me into his lap and immediately thrusts into me. “Fuck!”

“Tell me what happened,” he says, pulling me across his chest.

“They kept calling me a whore,” I say, relaxing against him.

“What else?” he says as he starts so slowly fuck me.

“They kept mocking me about coming for my brothers,” I sigh. “Vlad used his fingers first… they made me choose pussy or ass… I chose ass so the baby wasn’t at risk.”

“Then what?”

“Dima used a toy while Vlad raped me,” I groan when he quickens his pace. “They forced me to come to try and humiliate me. You guys showed up in the middle of it.”

“Are you humiliated?” he asks.

“No. I was angry,” I choke out. It’s getting harder to focus now.

“And now?”

“I want to come,” I pant.

“For who?” he grunts.

“You. I want to come for you,” I moan. “And Hudson. I want both of you to make me come.”

“Good girl,” he says before kissing me. The moment I relax against him, Hudson slams into me. I gasp and sit up, but Hudson gets a tight grip on my throat and pulls me against his chest as they start to pound into me. I can hardly breathe, but I cannot make a sound.

“Oh, look at our little slut. Struggling to breathe,” Hudson mocks. Fuck, it’s so hot whenever he does it. Let’s be real, I think everything he does is hot.

“Come for us, Colette,” Dallas groans.

“Please,” I choke out.

“Please what?” Hudson asks, loosening his grip just enough so that I can talk easier.

“Please make me come,” I moan. “Please come with me.”

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