Page 89 of Sardonic Burn

Hudson is staring at me like I’m his entire world.

And that throws me over the edge. I clamp around his fingers, gripping his hair as I grind on his face, riding the wave of my orgasm. My heavy breathing fills the room, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as I try to regain my breath.

Hudson licks up every little drop before I release his hair.

The next thing I do happens involuntarily. My body acts before my brain, and I’m unable to prevent it. I cup Hudson’s cheeks and bend down, placing my lips on his.

Immediately, he grabs the back of my neck, pulls me closer, and stands up. My legs wrap around his torso, his groans sending my mind into oblivion. I taste myself on his tongue, and I never knew how good this could feel.

He sucks on my bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth, before pulling me even closer. My chest is touching his, the warmth of his body transferring to me. His free hand goes under my shirt, caressing my side. His touch is possessively rough, yet tender and gentle at the same time.

Slowly, I break the kiss, panting and gasping for air.

“I should leave now.”

Hudson distances himself from me, very obviously aroused. “Now?”

I roll my eyes. “It’s been a week, Hudson. An entire week of having sex, eating, and barely sleeping.”

“Why are you complaining? It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“I enjoyed it.” I bite my tongue to prevent another embarrassing statement from slipping. “But now it’s time for me to leave. I have work to do.”

“It can wait another day. Well, just an hour.”

“No.” His offer is too tempting, and I need to reject it firmly before I change my mind. “I’m supposed to meet Lucas in a few hours.”

Hudson’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing at me. His nostrils flare, and he takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to calm himself down. Why is he suddenly angry?

“Is that the boy with the tattooed head?”

“Yes, why?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Just asking. And out of curiosity, where are you meeting him?”

“We have a secret meeting place. We built an underground bunker in our university days, so that’s his main base, too.”

“Mmm,” he hums with a nod. “And the location?”

It’s my turn to stare at him with suspicion. I raise a questioning brow and cock my head to the side. “Why are you so curious? I’m not taking you with me.”

“As if I’d go,” he snorts with an eye roll. He folds his arms in front of his chest, and my eyes are immediately glued to his amazing muscles. “For the record, I think it’s dangerous for you to be wandering around all alone. That… motherfucker is suspicious.”

The time has finally come.

For the past week, I’ve been holding off on asking questions. A part of me hopes that my thoughts will be proven wrong, unbiased, and completely off. Yet the other part of me is certain that my instincts aren’t wrong.

I’ve been too scared to ask the question.

No.

I’ve been too scared to hear the answer.

“Hudson.” I clear my throat to hide the crack in my voice. “Why did you kidnap Dylan?”

Hudson sits on the high stool, leaning on the kitchen aisle next to me. His eyes no longer hold any amusement; they’re now filled with distaste—even a little hatred. However, it’s surprising that it’s not directed toward me.

“Because he’s been acting suspiciously.”

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