Page 33 of Desecrated Saints

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Page 33 of Desecrated Saints

“Fuck your forever. I’ll kill you long before then.”

Hudson’s fingers disappear and the tip of his cock presses against my tight opening. I’m caught between trying to escape and letting him fuck me. He’s right; I grew up in pain and sickness, and now it gets me wetter than a fucking nun with her crucifix. The sadistic son of a bitch knows me too well.

Trapped amidst the storm that surrounds us, Hudson’s thrusts mirror the beat of my traitorous heart. He fucks me just like he used to, all raw aggression and hatred, lost in our mutual need to hurt one another. Pummelling my pussy, he growls his annoyance at the lack of hair on my head to wrench.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you finish,” he commands.

“Is that what you want to hear? That you still have your sick, twisted claws stuck so deep inside of me, I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted to?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess that means I’m yours.”

Delivering another bruising smack to my ass, Hudson’s tempo increases until I feel like I’m going to explode. Alight with sensation, the tension in my belly twists into a rising crescendo. I decide there and then that he can’t get the last word. Not this time.

We can both play dirty.

I’m done being his victim.

“Plus Eli’s and Phoenix’s,” I add, savouring his sharp inhale. “Kade’s too. I’ve fucked them all, you know. Every single one of your friends has had their cock inside of me. How does that feel, Hud?”

“You’re digging your own grave,” he warns.

“Maybe I could be Seven’s too. I’ll make you watch while he bends me over and takes me for the first time, just to prove my point. You saved my life in that basement, but that doesn’t mean it belongs to you alone.”

Hudson’s too far gone to withhold my release for pissing him off. The coiled spring deep within me snaps, pushing me off the deep end. I moan through the orgasm that threatens to swallow me whole. He manages another thrust before grunting his release, his heat spilling into me.

I shove Hudson away before he can collapse on me. We both sprawl out, covered head to toe in gelatinous mud and fallen leaves. Panting for every breath, my gaze collides with the two sparkling, oceanic jewels greedily taking me in. I’m surprised by the reluctant acceptance I find there.

“I dragged you out of that basement for myself.” He flashes me a warning look. “But also for my family. Don’t underestimate what I’ll do for them, Brooke. I’ve given up the one person I care about to make them happy.”

Hudson throws my sodden clothes at me, watching without shame as I quickly cover up. Now that we’ve both said our piece, the electric tension between us feels calmer, more settled. Before my brain kicks in, I tuck myself into his arms.

“I’m glad you found your home, Hud.”

His fingers tilt my chin up to meet his eyes. “You’re our home, blackbird.”

Vulnerability shouldn’t scare me anymore. I’ve lost everything, but I’ve also regained the most precious thing in the world to me. A family. Hiding from them isn’t helping anyone. I can’t spend the rest of my life running away from my feelings.

I watch rain cascade down Hudson’s face. “I love you.”

He offers me a crooked, satisfied smile. “I love you too. So much it scares me.”

Dragging a finger over his bloodied nose, already bruising from where I headbutted him, I feel a matching smile play across my lips.

“Even when you’re a masochistic dickhead who should be locked up for the rest of his days.”

Hudson smirks. “At least I’m consistent.”

“Consistently aggravating, sure.”

“That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

With an eye roll, I take his hand. We set off in a slow jog, my energy sapped by our frantic fuck fest. By the time we reach the cottage, my teeth are chattering. We thud up the carved wooden steps to the wraparound porch, listening to the sound of shouting inside.

My clothes are completely ruined. I’m only wearing my stained yoga pants and sports bra, covered head to toe in dirt and swirls of blood. Hudson doesn’t look much better, bruised, bleeding, and shirtless. The moment we step inside, Phoenix’s and Eli’s eyes land on us.

“Fucking dammit!” Kade yells. “It’s gone.”




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