Page 32 of Desecrated Saints
“You’re seriously defending him?” he replies incredulously. “The man who decapitates people, skins them alive, and broke Phoenix’s fingers yesterday for changing the TV channel? He can barely move his hand.”
“So what? Seven likes the Discovery Channel. It calms him. Phoenix should’ve minded his own business.”
“Stop deflecting,” Hudson snarls.
“That man saved my life. He’s far from perfect, but I owe him a debt that I intend to repay. I’m not going to break my promise just because your fragile ego can’t handle a little competition.”
“Competition?!”
Curling his hand back around my throat, Hudson squeezes right above my pulse point. His eyes look like two shards of ice, ready to slice me open and spear my heart with their rage. I can’t fight back as he flips us so I’m back beneath him, slamming me down on the forest floor.
“There is no competition,” he hisses. “I love your infuriating, crazy ass. I’ll kill you myself before letting anyone steal your attention from our family. Strangle you until you’re blue and make you watch as I break that son of a bitch’s neck. Maybe I’ll even fuck you next to his cold, dead corpse.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I choke out.
“As we’ve established, a lot. Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you.”
He rips my yoga pants off before seizing my panties. I suppress a shiver when he brings the damp material to his nose, breathing deeply. When the first droplets of rain hit my bare skin, I try to escape again. It’s getting heavier, penetrating the thick canopy of trees to soak the ground.
Hudson growls at my movement, shoving my legs open even wider until my pussy is exposed to the elements. I feel utterly vulnerable, hating the way his gaze eats up every last inch of my most private place. With a hand splayed across my lower belly, he drops between my legs. My back arches as his tongue meets my folds.
“Keep still or I won’t let you come.”
“Lay one more finger on me and I’ll break it,” I warn, hating the way my body betrays me. He’s always held this invisible power over me, even in the darkest days of our relationship.
“You don’t wanna be my little whore, hmm?”
“Nope. I’m done.”
Hudson ignores me like usual. I groan against the back of my hand as he slides a practised finger into my slit. I’m worried that someone is going to stumble across our secret tryst and see how toxic this shit is.
“What about now? Still don’t want your daddy to touch you?”
“God fucking damn you to hell, Hudson Knight.”
Curling his finger deep inside my pussy, my orgasm explodes out of me. We’re both getting soaked in the storm, but it doesn’t stop Hudson. He flips me over so I’m lying face down on the wet earth. His hand cracks across my butt cheek.
“Hud!” I attempt to claw myself free. “We’re done here.”
“We’re not leaving until we get a few things straight.”
“We can’t—”
“Shut the fuck up, blackbird, or I’ll make you.”
“You’re not listening—”
“I said shut it, you disobedient slut.”
He spanks me so hard, I can’t help crying out. I’m forced into a doggy position like a puppet on strings, beholden to the cruelty of its master. We’re drowning in the heavy summer rain and my hands dig into the wet mud, covering myself in dirt as I battle to escape.
Hudson refuses to let me go. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Trailing a wet digit over my asshole, I bite back a groan of pleasure. My body is betraying me all over again, ready to submit to his every possessive demand, whether my brain wants it or not.
“You pretend like you don’t want to be owned and fucked like an object.” Hudson buries two fingers back in my pussy. “But you thrive on having your choice taken away. You love it when I fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t you?”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“Your fucking asshole, blackbird. Forever and always.”