Page 70 of Sardonic Burn

“Or what?”

A vein pops on my neck, and I slam into her and grab her throat. I squeeze it until I cut off her oxygen, watching as her eyes go red in pleasure. She loves it, and she’s no longer too shy to show it.

“You know what this means, Noelle?”

She gasps for air, and I give it to her, but still hold her firmly. I lean in and whisper in her ear.

“It means that you got fucked by the man you hate the most in this world. And you want me to make you come, too? If I knew you’d be this good for me, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.”

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

“But after I make you come?”

She doesn’t offer me a response. Instead, she forces her lips on mine, and I’m gone. This exhilarating feeling spreads through my body, her sweet tongue sending me into oblivion.

I almost forget where we are and who we are. Her kiss is too rough, and she’s trying to show me that she’s in charge—so I let her. I allow her to show the non-existent dominance and watch as she relaxes, pleased with herself.

“Now, do it right, you bastard.”

I chuckle at her words and roughly thrust inside of her. Her eyes slowly close, mouth parted ever so slightly as I continue to fuck her like a starved man, and she’s my only source of food.

“Hudson,” she moans, sending a wave of chills down my spine.

The way she begs wakes something inside of me. Something I’ve never felt before. My heart picks up the pace, and a growl slips out of my mouth. Noelle shakes in my arms, and it’s the most delightful sensation.

I’m itching to take her home with me and fuck her until the early hours of the morning. But I can’t do that. No matter how desirable Noelle is, and no matter how much I love the feeling of her cunt wrapped around me, this shouldn’t have happened.

This will never happen again.

It can’t happen again.

So for now, I force the greedy monster inside of me to lay low and enjoy her tender whimpers that bring the most violent person out of me. I can’t get enough of her silky skin, her rough touches when she digs her nails into my shoulders.

Her lips are enough to get me addicted for life, an addiction I’d never want to get rid of. She’s the most dangerous woman I’ve ever encountered, and each encounter makes my head spin.

“Are you ready, Noelle?”

She sneers at me but with a single thrust, she clamps her mouth shut. Slowly, she brings her head to the crook of my neck and bites down hard. I hiss in pain, feeling blood dribble down my body to coat my black shirt.

She’s sucking on the spot, licking and then groaning as my blood fills her mouth. She makes distance between us and grins.

My blood looks so fucking perfect on her.

Her lips are coated in the crimson shade, and a small droplet is on the corner of her lip. The lustful gaze sends me into overdrive, and I can’t hold back anymore. Her hips are bound to be bruised from the way I’ve been gripping her.

“Wait, pull out,” she moans out, and I place my lips on hers.

“Do you really want me to?”

Noelle remains silent. I feel her clenching down on me, her eyes filled with ecstasy, glossy and staring right at me. Her bottom lip quivers, and her breathing gets uneven.

The look of horror flashes behind her eyes and it’s enough to push me off the edge.

“Look at me, Noelle.”

Immediately, her eyes meet mine. A grin tugs on the corner of my mouth at how obedient she can be.

“You’ll be a good girl for me and keep your eyes open. I want you to look at me while I fill your cunt with my cum.”

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