Page 85 of Sardonic Burn

What if he’s just pretending?

Given our family history, we both received the same training. There’s no chance in hell he didn’t notice someone grabbing his throat, no matter how tender my touch was. And if he’s just pretending to be asleep, this could’ve backfired immensely.

Hudson stirs, and I freeze.

His hands are both on his stomach and the duvet slightly rolls down.

My mouth drops open.

The crown of his cock is peeking through the white duvet. My mind is trying to process what the fuck is happening. At the same time, my hand slowly removes the duvet and tosses it to the floor.

He’s hard.

Do men get hard in their sleep? Or is he awake and just a fucking sadist who gets off on possibly getting killed?

All of the remaining sanity I have left is screaming at me to stand up and leave. To never return and to pretend that this never happened—that these dark, twisted, and disturbing thoughts never entered my mind.

Before I know it, my finger touches the tip of his cock. It twitches lightly, and it’s like a beast is trying to be released from its cage.

My bottom lip twitches, and I’m instantly in a daze. The self-restraint vanishes in the blink of an eye, and all I can focus on are the memories of how good Hudson fucked me. I shouldn’t be thinking about it, but I can’t help myself.

I need to feel him inside me again.

Desperation fills me like I’m a starved animal, pathetically frantic to get my fill. Slowly, my hand wraps around his thick cock, my fingers unable to connect around it.

He groans, and I freeze, stopping immediately.

A couple of seconds pass, and he shifts a little before his breathing evens out again. It should’ve been enough to stop this madness and to make me quiver, but it wasn’t.

I want—need—more.

I shift in bed and lower my head. Carefully, my tongue darts over the crown, and something twitches in the pit of my stomach. It fills with butterflies, with a carnal need to have him inside me again.

Hudson groans softly in his sleep, brows furrowing. He doesn’t wake up, and I don’t stop. I should stop, but he’s looking so pretty for me that the monster inside of me doesn’t want to let him go.

My tongue swirls around the tip before I take it in my mouth. I didn’t notice it before, but he’s big and thick. Pretty, blue veins decorate it, and the salty taste of his precum drips on my tongue, making me forget about just how wrong this is.

I’m already drenched at the thought of chasing my orgasm on his cock.

Once I’m satisfied, I push my underwear to the side and straddle him. The demons are winning, and I can’t hold myself back anymore.

I bite my bottom lip until the metallic taste fills my mouth. One wrong move, and he’ll wake up. It means my little play will end sooner than I want it to; hence, I need to suppress my moans.

Carefully, I center his tip to my entrance and lower myself in one, swift move. My legs start shaking and when I look down, I see that he’s not fully inside. It pisses me off, but it’s too much for me to be able to force it, so I stop briefly, giving myself time to get used to his size.

A groan slips from Hudson’s mouth, and I freeze.

His pretty, green eyes flutter open, half-closed as sleep keeps its hold on him. He blinks slowly without uttering a word.

Well, this just looks terrible.

It’s only now that regret starts sinking in, and the realization of what I did starts to dawn on me. My lips part, and I’m unable to give him an excuse. There’s none.

“Noelle?” His husky, raspy voice sends a wave of chills down my body, my core twitching in excitement. “If this is a dream, it better last for a while.”

I’m still frozen with my mouth wide, eyes filled with horror because of my actions. I swallow harshly and try to stand up.

Hudson props himself up on his elbows, still contemplating whether or not this is a dream. As he shifts, his hips move up, and a small scream slips my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I majorly fucked up.

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