Page 96 of Twisted Heathens
“Tough shit. You don’t get to walk away.” Hudson pulls at my scalp again and tears burn my eyes, his hand tightening around my throat. “I will not lose you again.”
“You… walked… away,” I choke out.
Walking me backwards until my legs hit the bed, we sink into the mattress. His hard cock rocks against me through his boxers, brushing against my soaked slit. Hudson takes the opportunity to slip the belt around my wrists and quickly secure it to his bed frame, far too smoothly to be the first time he’s done that.
“Perfect. You always looked best when at my mercy.”
I yank on the leather strap, trying to slip my wrists free but it’s no use. He’s got me utterly trapped. When his head presses against my inner thigh, my hips buck involuntarily to seek out more friction. No matter how loud my head is telling me to scream, my body is betraying me.
“You left me no choice but to walk away,” he murmurs, mouth gliding over my torso until he’s stationed above me, in a position of complete control. Hudson’s hand grabs my throat again, squeezing impossibly tight and only offering me slivers of air.
“You’re fucking mine,” he states possessively.
“You don’t own me. You never did.”
“That’s a damn lie and you know it. Let me remind you.”
His cock strokes my folds without entering, teasing the slick opening and driving me insane. Hand tightening further, my lungs burn with the lack of oxygen and I writhe beneath him, still fighting desperately to escape. Anything to end the sick, familiar torture.
“Something to say, Brooke?”
Hudson’s teeth graze my ear, the burst of pain lancing through me as he bites down. Heat pools in my core, despite my inner protests and raging anger. When he releases my throat just enough for me to respond, I desperately suck in precious air.
“Only… cowards… run,” I stutter.
Hudson pulls back to look at me and I headbutt him so hard, my teeth knock together. Finally, my hands work free from the belt and I shove his muscled body off me, relishing his yelp of pain. I flee the bed, intending to take the coward’s way out and run myself.
“You’re fucking unhinged,” I snap.
Giving Hudson a final glance, the sight of him sends my plan up in smoke. Slumped against the pillows, wearing the most guilty, ashamed look, Hudson simply nods and rubs his sore head.
“I was a coward. For what it’s worth”—his eyes sink shut in frustration—“I never should have left. No matter how hard you pushed me away. Walking away was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Those oceanic orbs flash open, piercing my skull with the intensity of his gaze. He looks so broken, utterly devastated.
“Blackbird… I’m sorry.”
The drug haze dissipates as we study each other like foreign specimens, caught in a bubble of malicious, festering regret. So much mutual suffering and hatred pulsating between us, but there’s a thread of something else. I can’t quite name it. Not fucking forgiveness, I’m not that stupid. But something else.
“You’re sorry?”
Hudson gulps. Nods. Silently begs me with his eyes. He’s a fucking monster… just like me. I can’t resist his darkness.
Within seconds, the roles are reversed and I’m climbing on top of him, straddling his generously inked body with confidence. He grunts in shock but offers no complaint as I land my lips on his, driven by wordless need. Pure, frantic need to simply be owned by someone again, that empty void in my chest demanding relief.
“I don’t fucking forgive you,” I snarl, lining his dick up with my entrance.
“Wouldn’t expect you to.”
Hudson’s eyes roll back as I sink down on him. He fills my pussy so deep, I have to bite my lip to hold the groan in. I start to move, riding him at a fast pace that has me ready to fall apart within minutes. Nothing gentle or tender about it. His hands are tight on my hips, guiding our momentum.
We’re like two broken shards of glass, smashed and scattered beyond repair. As the pieces mingle together, you can’t tell which bit came from where. It doesn’t even matter anymore. You just have a worthless mess, but it’s still irreplaceable.
Hudson is too broken for anyone else. I am too broken for anyone else. I fucking hate him, but there’s a hellish part of my brain that is still addicted. We need each other, there’s no denying that ugly truth.
“Come for me baby,” he orders.
My release crests, flushing my body with heat and sensation. Hudson takes the brief reprieve to gain the upper hand, flipping me over and pressing my face into the pillow. He yanks my ass high and plunges his cock back in. I hiss, relishing the sting of his palm cracking across my butt cheek.