TWENTY-TWO
I wake up with a jolt.
My heart is racing, beating furiously against my ribcage. It takes me a couple of deep breaths to finally be able to realize what is happening. Crisp, chilly air hits me, and goosebumps tug on my skin as I notice that the window is open.
My eyes narrow as I stare around.
This isn’t my room.
It’s not even my apartment.
Instead, I’m inside of a pretty, plain room with a king-sized bed, two bedside tables, and a wardrobe that is spread throughout the entire length of the wall across from me.
I glance down and push the duvet off me.
My skirt and corset has been replaced by a male shirt.
And that’s when all the memories slowly start coming back to me.
I wince at the humiliation and embarrassment, my cheeks getting flushed. Of course, I had to be humiliated by that motherfucker. Anger slowly builds inside of me, but a splitting headache makes me halt.
Slowly, I look at the bedside table and snort. There’s a bottle of water and some medicine waiting for me. It could very well be drugs. But once my head starts throbbing again, I don’t question it and take it at once.
The pill slides down my throat with ease, leaving a bitter aftertaste. I wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my palm and see that next to me are all of my belongings.
My wallet and phone.
The brightness hits my eyes, and I’m forced to blink a few times to adjust to the severe light. It’s just after three in the morning. Why the hell am I awake?
Slowly, I stand up and walk out of the bedroom.
Oh.
I recognize the interior. It’s Hudson’s house. Next door is his bedroom.
The door is open just slightly and with a small push, it opens fully. For the next fifteen minutes I stare at Hudson’s sleeping form with a frown on my face. I’m leaning against the doorframe with my arms folded in front of my chest.
How is he so soundly asleep?
Does he not hear me?
Are his instincts not as sharp as mine?
He definitely sleeps like a log.
One of his hands is above his head, and the other one rests on his stomach. His lower body is barely covered by the duvet, his legs and stomach bare. His chest moves up and down in a long, even rhythm.
The moonlight sneaks through the window, casting a shadow over his body. His tattoos look exquisite, and I see a new one has made an appearance. It’s just above his heart, though I can’t quite understand the design.
I push myself off the door frame and walk over to the right side of the bed, taking a seat. He’s still sleeping soundly and before I think about it, my finger traces the newest ink on his flesh.
Electricity rushes through my body, going straight to my chest. My fingers tremble as I continue to trace patterns, and a small frown appears on my face, brows narrowed.
The design is awfully familiar.
It’s a snake. He already has a representative of his family: a serpent tattooed on himself. Is there a need for another reptile? The tail and head are black, while the eyes are in a piercing shade of red. The skin around it is still reddish, meaning it’s recent.
A light bulb appears above my head.
I roll up the long shirt, exposing my inner thigh. During a very hazy night, drunk Noelle thought it was a marvelous idea to get a tattoo. The choice was made by the artist who found the situation hilarious, and I ended up with a snake, its tongue pointing right toward my vagina.
Crazy times.
When in the world did he get to see the tattoo, memorize it, and get the exact same one done? Especially the crimson eyes and tongue?
That fucking creep.
He was watching me in my apartment again, wasn’t he? During the little incident in the restroom, he was too damn busy to notice the tattoo and if he did, I doubt that he memorized all the details in that moment.
I want to kill him.
And right now is my chance.
He’s defenseless.
Slowly, my hand moves toward his neck. I wrap it around it, his pulse throbbing against my hand. My other hand reaches the pillow next to him, grabbing it tightly and raising it until it’s above his head.
It’s now or never.
My heart is racing furiously, and I think I’ll have a heart attack. My hands are trembling as I lower the pillow until it’s an inch away from his face. A knot forms in my throat, and I’m unable to make it go away.
Wait.
Immediately, I remove my hand from his throat and return the pillow to where it originally was. I blink and take a deep breath, trying my best not to wake him up.
What if he’s just pretending?
Given our family history, we both received the same training. There’s no chance in hell he didn’t notice someone grabbing his throat, no matter how tender my touch was. And if he’s just pretending to be asleep, this could’ve backfired immensely.
Hudson stirs, and I freeze.
His hands are both on his stomach and the duvet slightly rolls down.
My mouth drops open.
The crown of his cock is peeking through the white duvet. My mind is trying to process what the fuck is happening. At the same time, my hand slowly removes the duvet and tosses it to the floor.
He’s hard.
Do men get hard in their sleep? Or is he awake and just a fucking sadist who gets off on possibly getting killed?
All of the remaining sanity I have left is screaming at me to stand up and leave. To never return and to pretend that this never happened—that these dark, twisted, and disturbing thoughts never entered my mind.
Before I know it, my finger touches the tip of his cock. It twitches lightly, and it’s like a beast is trying to be released from its cage.
My bottom lip twitches, and I’m instantly in a daze. The self-restraint vanishes in the blink of an eye, and all I can focus on are the memories of how good Hudson fucked me. I shouldn’t be thinking about it, but I can’t help myself.
I need to feel him inside me again.
Desperation fills me like I’m a starved animal, pathetically frantic to get my fill. Slowly, my hand wraps around his thick cock, my fingers unable to connect around it.
He groans, and I freeze, stopping immediately.
A couple of seconds pass, and he shifts a little before his breathing evens out again. It should’ve been enough to stop this madness and to make me quiver, but it wasn’t.
I want— need— more.
I shift in bed and lower my head. Carefully, my tongue darts over the crown, and something twitches in the pit of my stomach. It fills with butterflies, with a carnal need to have him inside me again.
Hudson groans softly in his sleep, brows furrowing. He doesn’t wake up, and I don’t stop. I should stop, but he’s looking so pretty for me that the monster inside of me doesn’t want to let him go.
My tongue swirls around the tip before I take it in my mouth. I didn’t notice it before, but he’s big and thick. Pretty, blue veins decorate it, and the salty taste of his precum drips on my tongue, making me forget about just how wrong this is.
I’m already drenched at the thought of chasing my orgasm on his cock.
Once I’m satisfied, I push my underwear to the side and straddle him. The demons are winning, and I can’t hold myself back anymore.
I bite my bottom lip until the metallic taste fills my mouth. One wrong move, and he’ll wake up. It means my little play will end sooner than I want it to; hence, I need to suppress my moans.
Carefully, I center his tip to my entrance and lower myself in one, swift move. My legs start shaking and when I look down, I see that he’s not fully inside. It pisses me off, but it’s too much for me to be able to force it, so I stop briefly, giving myself time to get used to his size.
A groan slips from Hudson’s mouth, and I freeze.
His pretty, green eyes flutter open, half-closed as sleep keeps its hold on him. He blinks slowly without uttering a word.
Well, this just looks terrible.
It’s only now that regret starts sinking in, and the realization of what I did starts to dawn on me. My lips part, and I’m unable to give him an excuse. There’s none.
“Noelle?” His husky, raspy voice sends a wave of chills down my body, my core twitching in excitement. “If this is a dream, it better last for a while.”
I’m still frozen with my mouth wide, eyes filled with horror because of my actions. I swallow harshly and try to stand up.
Hudson props himself up on his elbows, still contemplating whether or not this is a dream. As he shifts, his hips move up, and a small scream slips my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I majorly fucked up.
Calmly, I peel my eyes open only to find Hudson staring right back at me, his head cocked to the side with a faint smirk on the corner of his lips. For a moment, all we do is stare at each other before his hands reach my hips.
“Hmm,” he hums, amused. “So it’s not a dream. There’s no way your lips could feel that good wrapped around my cock in a mere dream. Tell me, Noelle. What exactly are you trying to do?”
“I, uh—” There’s no excuse I can come up with. My mouth opens and closes, tongue grazing my top teeth. With a deep sigh, I shake my head. No matter how much I ponder, I can’t come up with a believable lie.
A deep, somber laugh reverberates through Hudson’s chest. His eyes don’t leave mine, the little sadistic part of him slowly revealing itself. His hands are on my hips, gripping tightly and pulling me lower onto him.
“Go on then,” he encourages. “You came here to use me, didn’t you? Use me, Noelle. Let me see how you can make yourself come on my cock.”
“That’s not what…” Words get stuck in my throat, and I clamp my mouth shut.
Hudson straightens himself, one hand resting on my hip, the other one coming to my face. He brushes away the fallen strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. A menacing gaze flashes in his eyes, and a wicked smile forms on his face.
“Oh, so you wanted to have some sleep play? How naughty of you.”
I swallow a lump. “How long have you been awake?”
“Since your pretty little hand wrapped around my throat. What was that about? Why didn’t you kill me? It was the perfect opportunity, and the only one you will get. For someone who claims to hate me so much, you hesitate too often.”
I grit my teeth, accidentally biting my tongue when Hudson shifts beneath me. He does it on purpose with the most vicious smile, showing his pearly teeth.
“I do hate you,” I breathe out. At this point, neither of us believe my words.
“Is that so?” He hums, raising an amused brow. He inches closer to me, nibbling on my earlobe and whispers in my ear. “I fucking hate you, too. But my cock seems to have taken a liking to you, and who am I not to indulge in his wishes? So be a good girl and finish what you started, Noelle.”
I feel myself getting more aroused by his words, and all the pride I have leaves my body as if it was never there in the first place. Hudson’s hands disappear from my body, though briefly. He rips apart my shirt, leaving me exposed.
Goosebumps tug on my skin, my nipples erect. He brings his head forward and shamelessly starts sucking on them, giving both equal attention. His eyes don’t leave mine, as if he’s waiting for a reaction.
My lips part, and shaky hands reach his shoulders, slowly steadying myself.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “Let me see you fuck yourself on my cock.”
A moan escapes me when his teeth briefly graze on my nipple, his hands gripping my ass tightly.
I start moving on him, slowly at first. He fits so perfectly inside of me, and it drives me insane. Why the hell does it have to be him? Out of every person I’ve ever been with, no one comes even close to making me feel as desirable and wanted as Hudson.
Greed flashes behind his green eyes, causing them to darken slightly. My head falls back, moans fill the room, and I start moving at a quicker, rougher pace. He’s steadying me with his hands, often slamming me down on himself.
I’m too much of a coward to look at him, so I keep my eyes closed. It only seems to make everything more intense. I feel him better; I can sense every twitch, every thrust, and every touch.
His slender fingers dig into my flesh, his lips slowly trailing up, sucking on the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck meet. He licks it before biting roughly. My mind goes into a frenzy, unable to think about anything but the wildest, dirtiest sensations that this man is giving me.
“Fuck,” I whisper in a hushed moan.
Hudson’s hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tightly. “Let me hear your pretty moans and whimpers, baby.”
My whimpers are raspy, and it seems to send Hudson past the point of no return. I move hectically, desperately, and pathetically. I need this more than I need oxygen. As soon as Hudson tightens his grip on my throat, I’m gone.
My vision blurs, and black dots appear. A loud scream pierces through my lungs as I ride the wave of my orgasm, body trembling and toes curling. Hudson takes over and starts lifting and slamming me down on himself.
“Oh, I’m not done with you, Noelle.” He grins like a maniac. He flips us over without pulling out, and I find myself lying on my back, eyes wide. A deep chuckle comes from him, and he shakes his head.
“Wait, I’m too sensitive. I need a break.”
He slams into me to prove a point, and a small cry comes from me. “Oh, you’re tired? So was I, but you woke me up. Not that I’m complaining. Waking up with your cunt swallowing my cock is the best way to wake up.”
“Oh god.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I keep them closed.
Roughly, Hudson grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His face is an inch away from me, his hot breath fanning my mouth. He licks his bottom lip and bends down to kiss me.
It’s rough, deep, and overwhelming. Maybe I’m not the only one desperate for this. It’s more than pitiful, but, at this moment, it’s just the two of us. Two people with too much hatred for each other. Two people with inexplicable passion toward one another.
Tonight, I give up. I let go of all the dark thoughts, the hatred, and the need for revenge. I focus on the stimulation that makes my stomach flip, his rough lips on mine that taste like the sweetest revenge.
And it doesn’t feel bad.
Hudson puts distance between us before grabbing both of my legs and putting them on his shoulder. He grins as he stares at his cock moving in and out of me. His strokes are slow, long, and teasing.
He looks mesmerized.
Without warning, he starts thrusting brutally, violently. I love every second of it, and he doesn’t give any indication of stopping. He’s groaning, and it makes my heart flutter.
“Hudson,” I whisper. “I can’t handle it anymore.”
He bends down, kissing all over my collarbone. “Shh, baby. You’re taking me so well. Just a little more. Can you do that for me?”
Fuck.
His soft voice with the hidden threat makes my heart nearly burst out of my chest. Air gets stuck in my throat, and my mind goes blank, melting at the sight of his devil eyes staring at me with so much desire in them.
“You feel so fucking perfect like this, baby,” he whispers against my skin, biting down on my collarbone. “So fucking perfect.”
My moans fill the room, Hudson’s groans giving me goosebumps. His words are like magic to me. Slowly, despite thinking I couldn’t handle it, a wave of pleasure starts to wash over me, building and settling in the pit of my stomach.
“Oh, God.”
Hudson chuckles. “I’m no deity, baby. But I wouldn’t mind having you on your knees, worshiping me.”
He picks up the pace, going rougher and deeper. His hands are trailing all over my body, as if he can’t get enough of me, as if he just wants to continue touching me. It feels too fucking good to be this desired, even if it’s by a man I’ll have to kill eventually.
“You ready, baby?” A wicked grin tugs on the corner of his lips.
“It’s too fucking risky,” I manage to utter out. Relentlessly, he slams into me, cutting off my sentence. “We were lucky once.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Noelle,” he grits out, lowering his head and taking my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing and sucking on it. “Your pussy is too damn tempting for me not to fill it in. That’s the only place I’ll be coming, baby.”
No matter the risk, his words are too damn appealing.
“But—”
“Every time I mention filling you up, your pussy clenches around me, baby. Your body is betraying you. I know you want it, so why don’t you be a good girl for me and take all of it?”
“Hudson,” I whisper out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
“I want you to look me in the eyes and scream my name when I come inside you.”
My eyes are locked on his, my lips parted, and it’s enough to drive him insane. He’s staring at me with destructive intent, yet with the most tender gaze I’ve ever seen. He picks up the pace, placing his hand around my neck and giving it a tight squeeze.
With one last thrust, he pushes as deep as possible, groaning. His name slips from my lips in a piercing scream, only pushing him further over the edge.
I feel every single twitch, every drop of his cum inside of me, and it drives me past my limits. Another orgasm blasts through me, leaving my mind in a haze.
Hudson kisses me deeply, still inside of me. His tongue darts across my bottom lip, asking for access. He doesn’t wait for me to part my lips and squeezes the sides of my neck until I’m forced to open.
He sucks on my tongue relentlessly until he’s satisfied enough to let go.
He pulls out, his warm cum leaking out of me.
His hand reaches to his hair, brushing it backward. His upper body is glistening with sweat, his chest moving up and down rapidly. If that’s not the hottest sight I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what it is.
“Oh.” He chuckles. “I made quite a mess, didn’t I?”
My cheeks flush, and I turn my head to the side, still breathing heavily. I’m beyond exhausted and ready to just go to sleep.
“Don’t get shy now, Noelle.” His voice holds nothing but mischief. “You have two minutes. I’m still not done with you.”
Dear Lord, someone save me.