Page 69 of Say You Love Me

HUDSON

There’s defiance in her glare. Defiance and a challenge. She gets up from the couch as Rylee disappears up the stairs, striding over to me and jutting her face into mine.

“I’m done with letting him fuck me.” The way she spits out the words makes my dick even harder. “I want you. Only you.”

Once upon a time those words would have ignited fire in my veins. They would have had me pressing her against a wall and devouring her with my mouth. But now they ignite a different sort of fire. One that reels against her defiance, one that makes me want to bend her under my control.

“But I don’t want only you,” I spit back at her. “I like seeing his hands on you. I like knowing that someone else has tainted your body.” I take a step forward and she takes a step back. “I like knowing how much he craves you. He reeks of desperation. It’s his scent. I get high on the fact that I control him, that I can deny him at any time.” Another two steps and she’s pressed against the wall. “Don’t tell me that you don’t like it. I see what it does to your body being trapped between two men. I know how wet it makes you.” I shove my hand through the material of her bathrobe. “You’re wet now, aren’t you?”

I groan as I reveal my prediction to be true. Moisture coats her. She’s panting as I rub circles over her clit. Her eyes roll back in her head.

“You know you want to,” I whisper in her ear. “You know you want my voice commanding him what to do, instructing him how to take you, how to fuck you, how to make you come.”

She shoves my chest, and I stumble back, taken off guard by her aggression. “But that’s where you’re wrong, Hudson. It’s not him I want. It’s you. It’s always been you. Only you. The only reason his touch ever felt good was because I knew how much it turned you on.” Gathering her confidence, she steps toward me. “Why does it turn you on, Hudson? What sort of a man wants another man’s cock inside his wife? What sort of a man wants to watch?”

Anger spikes, replacing my lust with rage. “The sort of man whose wife begged him to fuck her while their child lay dying. The sort of man that can’t look at his wife without feeling guilt and rage and repulsion. The sort of man who needed someone else to fuck her, to take away the memories of that night in order for him to be able to be inside her again.”

Her eyes widen as I yell. Tears fill the depths. “I didn’t know.” Her words are mumbled around choked sobs. “I didn’t know,” she repeats.

As though it will make a difference.

As though I care.

“How could you do this to us?” The words are torn and raw as they fall from my lips. “You stopped me from going into her room to check on her. You begged me not to. What am I supposed to think after that? How can I not blame you?”

“Maybe because I was desperate for your attention, for some morsel of affection. I was trapped, Hudson. Trapped with a screaming baby and no one to help me. Do you have any idea what that’s like? The loneliness? The overwhelming fear of having something so small, so defenseless, relying on you for every aspect of their being? You abandoned me, Hudson. You weren’t there! You said you’d always be there for me. Those were your vows!”

A naked Rylee runs into the room, eyes wild. He stands between us, his back to me, and pulls a sobbing Finity to his chest. “Shhh,” he says, rocking her back and forth in his arms. “It’s okay.”

“Get your hands off my wife!”

I tear them apart. Blind rage fills me and I let my fist fly, connecting squarely with Rylee’s jaw. He falls to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Finity falls to his side. “Rylee? Rylee are you okay?”

Rylee cradles his jaw, his eyes snapping from Finity to me and back again. “You can’t stay here, Fin. I told you he was dangerous. I told you he might hurt you.”

Finity gets to her feet. “Hudson would never hurt me.”

“He just fucking hit me!”

“You!” she yells. “He hit you. Not me.”

Rylee’s eyes fill with pain. He gets to his feet, and before I know what’s happening he’s thrown himself at me. He wraps his arms around my waist, knocking me to the ground. The air shoots from my lungs as Rylee scrambles to right himself. He clambers on top of me, reeling back his fist before letting it ram into my face.

“Stop!” Finity screams. “Stop!”

But her voice is nothing but a distant wail. I shove Rylee aside easily, tossing him from my body. He’s easy to pin down, and then I let my fist fly. I think of all the times I allowed his hands to roam Finity’s body. I think of the sounds he makes as he comes inside her. His grunts and his groans. I think of her mouth sliding over his cock and I let the rage control my fists. I lose control, hitting him time and time again until I feel the pressure of Finity’s hands pulling me back.

“Stop!” She’s sobbing. “Please Hudson, please just stop.”

My chest heaves with exertion as I allow her to drag me away. She pulls me away, my feet pushing against the wooden floor until her back hits the wall and she cradles me in her arms.

Rylee writhes on the ground. There’s blood splattered on his body. Slowly, he drags himself to his feet, spitting a mouthful of clotted blood on the floor. He stands, naked and bloody, hunched over, his hands on his knees. His breath comes out in puffs. Straightening himself, he wipes the blood from his mouth.

“Come on, Fin. Let’s go.”

The movement of Finity shaking her head rocks my body.

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