Page 95 of Twisted Heathens
“You fucking bit me.” Hudson frowns.
“You fucking kissed me,” I counter furiously.
Then his lips are devouring mine again, smearing the blood between us as copper dances across my tongue. He grasps the cheap poppers of my costume and rips them open in one swift move. My bra soon disappears too, exposing my bare breasts. Hudson groans, his mouth blazing down my neck and along my collar bone, skating ever closer to my hard nipples.
“Don’t you dare,” I protest as he takes a bud in his mouth, teeth teasing the soft skin. My breath catches as my hips buck, unable to suppress the reaction. “Stop. Please stop.”
“No,” Hudson answers simply, kissing his way down my flat belly.
Undoing the remaining poppers, he exposes my cotton-covered pussy, his eyes closing briefly. Like he’s memorising this moment, unable to believe that it’s actually real. With one hand pinning my arm, he tugs the material lower, fingers brushing against my throbbing clit.
“I said stop…” I plead uselessly.
Hudson’s lips brush my cunt, tongue slipping between my folds as hot pleasure zips straight up my spine. He fucks me with his mouth, licking and sucking as I fight for every breath, protests lodged in my throat. When his teeth pull at my sensitive nub, I scream against the back of my hand.
“Stop?” he asks innocently, devilish eyes meeting mine.
“Yes,” I squeeze out, but I’m unsure if I’m arguing or agreeing.
Ignoring me, his eyes stray to my discarded dress and land on the baggie that I had tucked away inside. “What’s this?” he utters, studying the remaining powder.
I attempt to snatch it away. “That doesn’t belong to you!”
The look Hudson shoots me would scare even a grown man. “Thought I interrupted that little session you had going on in the library. How’d you pay for it, Brooke?”
I try to escape, but he sits on my legs and traps me once more. Dangling the bag in front of me like it’s the fucking murder weapon and I’m on trial.
“I said, how did you pay for it?” His fingers trail down and meet my dripping folds, toying with my slit. “With your tight little pussy, or that sweet mouth of yours? Fucking whore.”
“None of your goddamn business,” I answer.
The anger on his face is so familiar, I feel like I’ve fallen back in time. With a livid shake of his head, he shoves his fingers inside and stretches me wide. I gasp, reacting to his expert stroking. His other hand carefully tips a line of coke on my stomach, trailing down to meet my belly button.
“You’re acting like a slut,” he comments cruelly.
My fingers fist in his unruly hair and he devours the line, nose teasing my hot skin, moaning in pleasure as the drugs hit.
“Learned from the best, you arrogant asshole.”
Wide eyes filled with hatred scan my face. “You do remember.”
I gape at him as he kisses over my scarred hips, lips meeting my wet heat again. I’m shocked as he proceeds to dump the remaining coke straight onto my clit, smirking to himself.
“Yet you seem to have forgotten who fucking owns your ass though.”
My back arches, body alight with stimulation from the drugs mingling with my juices. I yank his hair hard and he snorts the powder straight from my pussy, licking away the rest with that perfect tongue. Desire twists in my core, traitorous fucking desire that he doesn’t deserve.
“Just like the good old days, huh, blackbird?”
“I hate you,” I moan, knees trembling as the pleasure builds.
The sound of his belt has my half-lidded eyes flinging open, gaze landing on his straining boxers. Hudson grabs his t-shirt and yanks it over his head, exposing deliciously chiselled muscles and endless inches of black ink across his skin. The tattoos are new, but I don’t have time to study them as he prepares to tie me up.
“You’re not allowed to finish yet. Not until you answer my question.”
My foot connects with his bare chest and I kick him away, snatching my dress up. “I don’t want anything from you. Not anymore.”
Just as I get to my feet, readying to escape, a hand tangles in my long hair. With zero apologies, Hudson yanks me back, tearing my hair just like he used to, the scheming bastard.