Page 97 of Twisted Heathens
“That’s it, take your punishment like the filthy bitch you are,” he goads. “Next time you decide to go off the handle and get jacked up, I expect to be invited along for the ride.”
Hudson fucks me rough and hard from behind, nails digging painfully into my back. A long, slender finger reaches around and trails teasingly over my clit, moistening it before he finds my asshole. The digit slips inside and I scream into the pillow, relishing the intrusion.
Hudson spanks me another time, jolting the finger buried deep in my ass. “You always liked it dirty. Your pussy is mine, no matter what you say. Don’t fucking forget that fact ever again or there will be hell to pay.”
His speed increases, movements growing wild as heat twists inside of me like a freight train, barrelling straight for destruction. When his hand returns to my throat, he cuts off my cries. It’s all too much and I soon fall apart, overstimulated while Hudson steals the orgasm from me.
“Say my fucking name,” he commands. “Say it.”
“Hudson,” I moan, unable to stop myself.
He gruffly bellows and hot release spreads through me not long after. We collapse at the same time, sweaty bodies slumping and legs entangling. I gasp for breath, lacking the energy to push him away. Hudson tucks hair behind my ear and traces my chapped lips, far too gentle for my sanity to take.
“Stop fucking looking at me like that,” I whisper.
He brushes his lips across mine ever so softly. “I can’t.”
When I try to move and dislodge his body, he lets out a huff, pressing me back into the sheets. “Don’t go. Please blackbird, don’t leave me.”
Featherlight fingers brush down my arm, teasing the solid ridges and scars. He circles the blindingly obvious cigarette burns for a moment, pausing to take them in, before his fingers intertwine with mine. Despite everything, I don’t have the strength to pull away.
“I have to.” I sigh, sounding reluctant in a way that is completely alien.
Hudson grabs the duvet and yanks it up, covering our bare, tangled bodies. His heavily inked arms wrap around and pull me close, until my cheek rests against his firm chest.
“For once… just forget. For one night, stay with me,” he murmurs.
There’s nothing left inside of me to fight. Millions of reasons why I should leave, but not a single one matters. The feel of his skin and the achingly familiar scent erodes my control, until I’m slinging my leg over his and curling up close.
“One night. That’s all you’re getting,” I grumble.
“I’ll take it.”
Thirty-Two
Kade
The Kill by Thirty Seconds To Mars
I tap my foot impatiently as Phoenix grabs his jacket, attempting to smooth his electric blue hair in the mirror. Eli stands next to me, equally unimpressed but maintaining his constant silence.
“Dude, come on. We’re going to miss breakfast otherwise.”
“Coming, fuck’s sake. I’m tired,” he grumbles. “It’s Sunday, no one should be awake this damn early.”
“You were the one that offered to stay and help clear up after the party last night,” I point out.
He slings on a faded denim jacket. “Didn’t think it through.”
We pile out into the corridor, all rubbing our eyes and yawning. I doubt anyone slept well after the altercation with Brooklyn, after which she disappeared. Traipsing down to Hudson’s door, I bang on the wood.
“Hud, get your ass out of bed. We got to talk.”
There’s no answer. I know he’s awake, I can hear the tell-tale scuffling and rustle of clothes from inside the room. He needs to be involved in this conversation so I knock again, readying to let myself in when he finally flings the door open.
“What?” he grunts, pulling his sweats up with one hand.
Phoenix slumps tiredly against the door frame. “Food. Dictator Kade here is dragging us down for a family meeting.” He shoots me an exasperated, worn out glare.