Page 87 of Sardonic Burn

Roughly, Hudson grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His face is an inch away from me, his hot breath fanning my mouth. He licks his bottom lip and bends down to kiss me.

It’s rough, deep, and overwhelming. Maybe I’m not the only one desperate for this. It’s more than pitiful, but, at this moment, it’s just the two of us. Two people with too much hatredfor each other. Two people with inexplicable passion toward one another.

Tonight, I give up. I let go of all the dark thoughts, the hatred, and the need for revenge. I focus on the stimulation that makes my stomach flip, his rough lips on mine that taste like the sweetest revenge.

And it doesn’t feel bad.

Hudson puts distance between us before grabbing both of my legs and putting them on his shoulder. He grins as he stares at his cock moving in and out of me. His strokes are slow, long, and teasing.

He looks mesmerized.

Without warning, he starts thrusting brutally, violently. I love every second of it, and he doesn’t give any indication of stopping. He’s groaning, and it makes my heart flutter.

“Hudson,” I whisper. “I can’t handle it anymore.”

He bends down, kissing all over my collarbone. “Shh, baby. You’re taking me so well. Just a little more. Can you do that for me?”

Fuck.

His soft voice with the hidden threat makes my heart nearly burst out of my chest. Air gets stuck in my throat, and my mind goes blank, melting at the sight of his devil eyes staring at me with so much desire in them.

“You feel so fucking perfect like this, baby,” he whispers against my skin, biting down on my collarbone. “So fucking perfect.”

My moans fill the room, Hudson’s groans giving me goosebumps. His words are like magic to me. Slowly, despite thinking I couldn’t handle it, a wave of pleasure starts to wash over me, building and settling in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh, God.”

Hudson chuckles. “I’m no deity, baby. But I wouldn’t mind having you on your knees, worshiping me.”

He picks up the pace, going rougher and deeper. His hands are trailing all over my body, as if he can’t get enough of me, as if he just wants to continue touching me. It feels too fucking good to be this desired, even if it’s by a man I’ll have to kill eventually.

“You ready, baby?” A wicked grin tugs on the corner of his lips.

“It’s too fucking risky,” I manage to utter out. Relentlessly, he slams into me, cutting off my sentence. “We were lucky once.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Noelle,” he grits out, lowering his head and taking my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing and sucking on it. “Your pussy is too damn tempting for me not to fill it in. That’s the only place I’ll be coming, baby.”

No matter the risk, his words are too damn appealing.

“But—”

“Every time I mention filling you up, your pussy clenches around me, baby. Your body is betraying you. I know you want it, so why don’t you be a good girl for me and take all of it?”

“Hudson,” I whisper out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“I want you to look me in the eyes and scream my name when I come inside you.”

My eyes are locked on his, my lips parted, and it’s enough to drive him insane. He’s staring at me with destructive intent, yet with the most tender gaze I’ve ever seen. He picks up the pace, placing his hand around my neck and giving it a tight squeeze.

With one last thrust, he pushes as deep as possible, groaning. His name slips from my lips in a piercing scream, only pushing him further over the edge.

I feel every single twitch, every drop of his cum inside of me, and it drives me past my limits. Another orgasm blasts through me, leaving my mind in a haze.

Hudson kisses me deeply, still inside of me. His tongue darts across my bottom lip, asking for access. He doesn’t wait for me to part my lips and squeezes the sides of my neck until I’m forced to open.

He sucks on my tongue relentlessly until he’s satisfied enough to let go.

He pulls out, his warm cum leaking out of me.

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