Page 71 of Sardonic Burn

She lets out a soft cry and nods her head. She’s weak, vulnerable, and so fucking pretty underneath me.

“And if you happen to get pregnant, well…” Her eyes slightly widen. She already forgot about the possibility, and it makes me smirk. “Then you’ll know exactly who used you as a little breeding toy.”

She swallows harshly.

“Shut up.” It’s all she can mutter, her voice weak and pathetic. “Just make me come already.”

I can’t help but laugh at her begging tone. It’s like a lullaby to my ears.

“I never pegged you as the begging type, but I can’t say I hate it.”

It’s enough teasing. Just like Noelle is chasing the high, I’m also unable to continue this little charade. I pick up the pace, giving her long strokes that always touch her sweet spot. Her little moans fill the bathroom, and I nearly forget where we are and the fact that anyone could come in at any given moment.

I hate the thought of anyone else seeing Noelle in such a pitiful state. It’s meant for my eyes and my eyes only. Lord knows what I’d do to the person who would see her.

“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper against her collarbone, kissing and nibbling on it. “Come for me, Noelle, and watch as I fill you up entirely.”

It seems to do the trick. She’s staring at me, tears rolling down her cheeks as the loudest scream pierces through her throat, hoarse and compelling. She doesn’t dare to look away, staring at me intently.

The moment she comes all over me, I groan and let it all out. I stay deeply inside of her until every last drop of my cum is in her womb, coating her inner walls.

I’m panting as she slowly stops trembling.

All that can be heard is the faint sound of music from the venue and our heavy breathing. I’m still holding her up, trying to catch my breath.

Noelle immediately looks away but doesn’t complain or say a damn word. Her silence is excruciating, but I know already that it’s the way it’s supposed to be.

“Noelle—”

I’m cut off by the abrupt sound of the door opening. I pull out of Noelle and zip myself up without looking to see who is behind me. However, Noelle’s face has gone pale. She’s barely breathing and struggling to hold herself up.

I turn around, baffled.

The man who is supposed to be locked up in my basement, chained to the walls and starved to near-death, is standing in front of me. He’s dressed to perfection, as if he hasn’t spent weeks rotting away.

“What a pleasant sight.” Dylan offers a grin. “The man who had me locked up in his basement, balls deep in my fiancé. Isn’t that… poetic?”

I clench my jaw and try to ignore the look of pure shock that Noelle has on her face.

Her head snaps in my direction, shooting daggers at me as she fixes herself up.

“Hudson,” she warns. “What the fuck did you do?”

NINETEEN

I’m completely frozen.

My mind is racing, a million thoughts rushing through my head. I don’t have enough time to process everything and actually allow the situation to sink in. My heart threatens to burst out of my chest.

With shaky hands, I fix my dress, the reminder of what I just did leaking down my thighs. Embarrassment and shame wash over me like a wave, and all I want is for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I stare at Hudson, disbelief on my face. His poker face is usually too good to be broken. However, as his piercing eyes meet mine, I see that Dylan’s words are true.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been worried sick, constantly calling and looking for Dylan. Hudson, this motherfucker, offered to help me find him.

A flashback speeds behind my eyes.

The noise I heard from Hudson’s basement was most likely Dylan.

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