Page 34 of Dead Devil's Playground
I whimper in frustration, trying to move my hips to increase the friction, but his grip is unyielding.
"You're reckless," he says, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. "Stubborn." Another thrust. "Infuriating." And another. "And the most magnificent creature I've ever seen."
The last words are softer, almost reverent, and they hit me harder than the accusations that came before.
"I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you," he confesses, his pace quickening again.
His hand wraps around my throat suddenly, fingers pressing against my carotid arteries. The pressure builds gradually, cutting off blood flow rather than air. My vision swims almost immediately, the edges darkening as my pulse pounds against his palm.
"This is what you need," he growls, his hips never slowing. "To let go completely."
The pressure increases, and stars burst behind my eyes—brilliant pinpricks of light dancing across my darkening vision. My body responds instantly, pleasure spiking savagely as oxygen deprivation heightens every sensation and the subtle scrape of his piercings inside me intensifies every thrust.
"Look at those stars," he murmurs, his voice coming from somewhere far away. "I'm causing those. I'm giving you the universe right now."
I try to speak but can only manage a strangled moan. My fingers scrabble against his wrist, not to pull him away but to anchor myself as the world tilts and spins. The weight and stretch of his cock, the scrape of those barbells inside me, the pressure of his hand on my throat, the cool metal of the motorcycle against my back—everything narrows to these points of contact.
"Come for me," he commands, and it's as if my body has been waiting for permission.
The orgasm tears through me with savage intensity, my vision going completely black for a moment as every muscle tenses. I'm dimly aware of Hudson's rhythm faltering, of his groan as he empties himself inside me, joining me in the blissful oblivionof release. My body continues to pulse around him, aftershocks rippling through me as the world slowly comes back into focus.
His hand remains on my throat, though the pressure has lessened. I blink up at him, still dazed from the intensity of my orgasm. His green eyes are dark, unreadable as they lock with mine. Something shifts in his expression.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, and before I can process his words, the pressure on my throat increases again. Not the gentle, pleasurable pressure from before, but something more deliberate, more calculated.
My eyes widen in surprise, hands flying up to clutch at his wrist. "Hudson—what—" I try to say, but the words die in my throat as darkness creeps in from the edges of my vision.
I struggle weakly, but my body is spent, exhaustion and post-orgasmic lassitude making my movements sluggish. His grip is unyielding, professional—he knows exactly what he's doing.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs again as my hands fall limply to my sides, and the world goes black.
Chapter 14
Rev
Igripthesteeringwheel so hard my knuckles turn white, foot pressing the accelerator closer to the floor. The SUV roars down the empty road, streetlights flashing past in rhythmic pulses. Beside me, Kai stares out the window, his profile sharp against the darkness, one leg bouncing with barely contained energy, his fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against his armrest.
"Slow down before you kill us both," he mutters, but there's no real force behind it. He's just as worried as I am.
"She wasn't there when we woke up," I say through gritted teeth, taking a curve too fast. "She hasn't slept properly in days. What the fuck was she thinking?"
The text message had come through twenty minutes ago—coordinates to the overlook with a simple message: She's safe. I'm with her.
No explanation. Just those coordinates and five words that did nothing to calm the rage building inside me since I woke to cold sheets where our girl should have been.
"Hudson said she's safe—"
"Safe now, maybe. But going out alone, in her condition? After everything that's happened?" I cut him off, fear gnawing at my gut.
"You know how she gets," Kai replies, running a hand through his hair. "When she's like this, she can't sit still. Can't process from a distance. She has to see, has to touch."
I know he's right, but it doesn't make me any less furious. The past few days have been a nightmare—the overdoses, the sabotage at the Playground, the fire at the coffee shop. Someone's systematically targeting everything we've built, and Rylan's response is to throw herself headfirst into danger.
The road winds upward as we approach the overlook. It's a secluded spot with a view of the entire city, far enough from civilization that we've used it for private conversations that couldn't happen elsewhere. In the distance, I can see the lights of our empire spread out below, beautiful and vulnerable.
"There," Kai points as we round the final bend. His motorcycle is parked near the edge, gleaming under the moonlight.
I pull the SUV alongside it and kill the engine. We're both out of the vehicle before the echo of the engine dies, scanning the area. The bike is empty, no sign of Hudson or Rylan.
