Page 60 of Desecrated Saints
“When?”
“Don’t be a fucking smart-ass, Brooke. Talk to me.”
I duck my gaze. “I don’t want to become Patient Eight again. I want to stay with you guys, my family. Not in the past. This is the only way I know how.”
“Then let us help you,” Phoenix pleads.
Hudson nods. “You don’t need to do this alone.”
Studying the fresh cuts again, Hudson’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. I watch as he coats his fingers in my blood, something dark and smouldering in his icy-blue irises. Without shame, he spreads the wetness over his dick and pumps it several times.
“If you’re gonna do this, we may as well make the most of it,” he says darkly.
My mouth goes dry as Hudson’s thumb swipes over my clit, painting my sensitive flesh red. With the flick of a switch, I’m overcome by desire. All I want is to feel the beat of his heart. I want proof that we’re still alive and this is real.
My eyes slide shut as doubt takes root. How do I know my brain isn’t conjuring this entire reality? I’ll shut my eyes and wake up in the Z Wing again, longing for a life beyond my imprisonment. Perhaps I’m dead already. This could all be a cruel dream.
“Eyes on me,” Hudson demands.
Startled by his gruff voice, I force myself to look at him again. The rest of my blood disappears in his mouth as he sucks his fingers dry.
“You’re not allowed to hide from me, blackbird. I want to see your pain. All of it. You keep running and hiding this shit from us, and it ends now.”
Before I can shake my head, he grabs my nipple and pinches it hard.
“Fuck, okay,” I submit.
“Okay what? Answer me, bitch. I can’t hear you.”
Riled up by his taunts, I grind down on Hudson’s lap. His velvet-soft head is pushing into my slit, spearing me on his length without filling me. With another wriggle, he’s buried deep in my pussy.
“Okay, daddy.”
I punctuate my words with a thrust. Hudson growls, his fingertips digging deep into my hips. From this angle, he’s filling me to the brim, but I’m still the one in charge. All he can do is sit there and let me take control.
Slamming down on his length, I can feel my core clenching. He pinches my sore nipple, swallowing my grunt of pain with another kiss.
“You look so perfect riding my dick,” he compliments. “Such a dirty whore, aren’t you? Letting us both watch you like this. One of us was never enough for you.”
“Fuck off, Hud.”
“I knew there had to be a benefit to this sharing crap,” Phoenix hoots. “Live porno.”
Hudson glowers at him. “Shut up.”
Grabbing his shoulders for balance, I set a bruising pace. I need to fuck the darkness away before it consumes me. Sweat beads across my forehead as my core begins to tighten. Hudson groans with each thrust, his lips inflicting a dark mark on my neck.
It must take a lot of self-control for him to let me lead. Even when we were lovesick kids, he’d take charge and fuck me, regardless of my feelings. I’ve spent my life being used and abused by Hudson Knight, but I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.
“Thought you didn’t share?” I tease him.
“Rules are made to be broken, Brooke.”
“You’ve fucked me at the same time as Kade before.”
“He’s my brother. I ain’t rubbing dicks with Phoenix.”
I grab Hudson by the throat, mirroring his own domineering move. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t fight me. Toying with his pulse, I revel in the feeling of complete control. His life is in my hands. I own his black soul, and if I wanted to, I could take it all away.