Page 68 of Sardonic Burn

She turns her head to the side, embarrassed that I caught her. Her hands are free, yet she makes no attempt to push me off or remove my hand from her thigh. Goosebumps appear where my fingers start tracing patterns, and she refuses to look at me.

I release her throat and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” I inch closer, whispering. “Are you mad that I discovered just how big of a tease you are?”

Her eyes widen. “What? N-no!”

I’m left in disbelief. For the first time, probably in her entire life, Noelle Campbell stuttered. Her words are barely audible, her lips parted slightly, and she’s still not moving. If she wanted, she would have thrown me off of her with ease.

Carefully, I move my hand up to her inner thigh. Pathetically, she squeezes her legs together, as if to prevent me from going further up.

“Hudson,” my name rolls off her tongue like the most poisonous, most divine plea. My cock rises from the dead at the sound of my name coming out of her pretty mouth.

“Yes, Noelle?”

I don’t even reach her pussy before I pause. She’s drenched beyond belief, her arousal coating my fingers.

My heart all but fucking explodes.

I slam my head against hers on the wall, breathing heavily. Everything makes it harder to breathe, from the fucking tie around my neck to the scent of cherries coming from her hair.

“This… it’s a very dangerous game. Don’t cross the line.”

I chuckle and plant a soft kiss on her neck. She slumps, her knees giving out. I’m quick to straighten her up with my free hand, holding her in place, caging her between my body and the wall.

“Are you telling that to me or yourself?”

I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I trace around her clit, and she starts breathing heavily. She’s trying her best not to release any sounds, but her body betrays her, and a moan fills my ear.

“How could I not cross the line when you’re moaning for me, Noelle?”

She grabs my shoulders and for a moment, I think she’s ready to push me off and finish this game before it truly begins. But she only uses my shoulders to support her weight, slowly spreading her legs for me.

“I hate you,” she whispers, and I’m sure she believes it.

“Yeah?” I nibble on her ear, watching her head slump further into the wall. “Good. Then remember how it feels to be soaking wet for the man you hate.”

Without a warning, I plunge two of my fingers inside of her as a little revenge for the time when she did the same for my wound. She screams, and I cover her mouth with my hand.

“Careful, baby.” She shivers. “If anyone hears, it will end too soon.”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and my cock throbs. Her walls close on me, and it’s almost too difficult for me to move, given the position. But she parts her legs a little further and gives me complete access.

“You fucking bastard,” she hisses, but it’s barely audible. I chuckle against her skin, biting on her collarbone and leaving my teeth as a territorial mark. She shudders and clutches my shoulders.

I move my fingers at a fast pace, making distance between our faces. Watching her hatred-filled eyes makes me want to fuck her until all she can remember is my name. But I can’t do that just yet.

I feel her slowly reaching the high she’s chasing, and I can’t help but chuckle. She looks helpless, aroused, and sofucking pretty. Tears roll down her cheeks, and all I want to do is see her cry more.

“You talk about crossing the line.” I slowly lick the salty tears, barely holding myself together. “But how can I not cross the line when you’re about to come for me, baby? How can I not enjoy your tears? How can I not want to fuck you until you can’t walk or think straight?”

“I hate you so fucking much.”

I chuckle. “Come for me, Noelle. Let me taste your sweet hatred.”

Noelle’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and she moans loudly. She comes on my fingers, hard and quick, her entire body trembling from ecstasy.

I remove my fingers, coated with her juices, and push them in her mouth, watching as she sucks them off. She’s staring at me, almost crying, with a gaze that is nothing short of menacing.

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