Page 137 of Sardonic Burn

“If it doesn’t happen tonight, it will happen soon. I’m not stopping until I put a baby inside you.”

That sentence does it for me. I moan loudly, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I clench around him and let it all go, coming down from the high in waves. He doesn’t stop thrusting, slamming into me while staring right into my eyes.

He groans. “Here you go, baby. Take all of it.”

With one last thrust, he pushes himself so deeply inside of me that I can feel him in my stomach. His hot come spurts inside me, and I feel every last drop hitting my inner walls.

Hudson’s breathing is heavy, uneven, and he’s struggling to keep himself in check. Even after orgasming, he’s still rock hard and doesn’t show any signs of being satisfied anytime soon.

He throws me a grin. “God, baby. You’re so pretty.”

He kisses my cheeks, my nose, and finally lands on my lips. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer. I’m insatiable when it comes to him. I’m addicted, and I need more.

He breaks off the kiss, and a sigh of disappointment slips from my lips.

“No need to make that face, I’m not done with you, but we do need to leave. This place isn’t what I have in mind.”

He pulls out and slowly puts my feet back on the ground. He gets dressed in record time, then helps me get dressed. He carefully ties the scarf around my neck, then picks me up bridal-style.

“Let me go. I can walk perfectly fine.”

“Will you just let me take care of you? I love pampering you.”

I give him a glare. “Then give me money. That’s the best way to pamper me.”

He chuckles. “I’ll give you millions if you want.”

“I do. Thank you.”

While we’re exiting the crowded club, my eyes fall on Cecilia. She grins at me, winks, then turns her attention back to the people she’s sitting with. I don’t know them, and I’m sure she doesn’t either, but she’s making herself busy.

“Hudson, I have a little favor.”

“Yes?”

“For the love of God, don’t make this last another week.”

He grins. “I can’t promise you that.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

The dark hallway narrows on us, and Noelle stops walking. She’s not showing any reaction, and that fucking terrifies me more than seeing her enraged or scared. We’re in front of a tall, metal door that can only be unlocked from the outside, and there are three people on the inside.

I’m not making the same mistake twice with leaving that bastard unattended. I found the people who released him from my basement, and they’re no longer amongst the living. He’ll join them soon.

“Are you okay?”

Noelle’s eyes narrow, but she’s not looking at me. She’s still staring at the door, a small frown attaching itself to her face. Then, her lips purse, and she seems to be in deep thought.

“I’m fine,” she says, voice loud enough for me to hear. “I’m just contemplating how to kill him.”

I chuckle, but the situation isn’t funny, not even in the slightest. I’m glad she made the decision to get this over with, but it’s still eerie how she’s remaining cold, heartless, and stoic. This is the same girl who screamed at the mention of his name in the hospital. I’m worried that she’ll go to that dark place again and this time, she won’t return to me.

“Should we leave it for another day?”

She immediately shakes her head. “No. I need to finish this and move on.”

I nod.

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