Chapter 42
ANDREA
Idon’t know why I’m so nervous, but now is my chance to get answers. “Why didn’t you just ask me out? The night we met at my bar, I was ready to take you upstairs; our connection was undeniable.” I love this man. I can’t deny it, but I’m still trying to understand him and why he did what he did. “I know a night with me wasn’t what you were after, but why not try?”
A pained expression crosses his face. “I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk losing you. To me, you were already mine, but I had to take you to be sure.”
“I would’ve said, yes. I would’ve gone out with you gladly and enjoyed getting to know you…the old-fashioned way,” I reassure him. Clearly there is something insecure below the surface that makes him unable to trust and hand over any semblance of control.
“At first, maybe. We would’ve had an unreal night together, exploring each other’s bodies, but that wasn’t enough for me. I needed all of you. And can you honestly say that once you knew the truth, who I really was, you would’ve stayed?” He’s kneeling before me as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“No. Probably not,” I confess.
“Exactly. That’s why this is how it had to be.” He stares at me like it hurts to tell the truth and expose his tortured soul. I realize how much he loathes himself for what he’s done; he sees himself as the monster I’ve always accused him to be.
“I’m here.”
His head falls into my lap, and I run my fingers through the soft strands. “I need you. All of you, Andrea. To be only mine. Forever.” He shakes as he talks. “Don’t you understand? You’re all I care about. I’m a slave to you, not the other way around.” He looks at me with a pleading look in his glassy green eyes. “Just tell me what to do,” he begs.
“I’m yours, Hudson.”
His eyes are laced with longing. “Don’t promise something you cannot keep.”
“I love you, and I’m yours. I have been since the night I stopped trying to hide from you, and myself. When I stared at you through the camera, exposing myself, I knew you were watching. I wanted you to see me. Only you. Now get in that chair.”
I start to pull the straps of my nightgown down my arms, but he stops me.
“You were in a car accident today, Andrea. And kidnapped. You need to rest.”
“What I need is you. Now get in the fucking chair, Hudson.”
He seems at war with himself, momentarily, before he gives in; a smoldering look replaces the one of desperation. He moves gracefully, never taking his eyes off mine. He places his hands on the armrests of the chair and spreads his legs, making himself comfortable.
I let my gown fall to the floor, revealing that I’m wearing nothing underneath. I glide toward him and stop when my thighs graze his knees. My eyes glance at his pants, a silent request that he understands. In one quick motion, he unhooks his belt, opens his pants and reaches in to release his already-hard cock.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and lift one leg. I am beside him on his throne, positioning myself high enough above him so that I can feel his head glide against my entrance, but far enough away that he can’t thrust into me. Not that I think he’d try; he’s being so gentle. I’m pretty sure he’s scared to touch me for fear of grazing one of my many bruises.
To reassure him that not only am I fine, but I need him tonight more than ever, I lean forward and flick my tongue over his earlobe before I say, “I’m fucking yours, Hudson. Tonight. Tomorrow. Always.” I lower myself, taking every delicious inch of him into my dripping, ready core. He groans in appreciation, as much for my words as for my actions and everything they entail.
His hands find my hips as I glide back up and then sink down again and again. I throw my head back, exposing the entire length of my throat to him as if saying, my master, my love, my captor. He lowers his head between my breasts and exhales, “I love you, Andrea.”
In one swift movement, he lifts me from his lap and carries me to his bed. He slowly makes love to me for the first time until we find release in tandem; truly ruining me for any other man and solidifying that I am his until my last, dying breath.
HUDSON
We’re lying beside one another on the bed; she lazily traces circles over my bare chest, feeling content and relaxed. “Where did you put the tracker, Hudson? They took my ring, but you still found me.”
I chuckle. “I suppose now that I know you love me, I can tell you, knowing you’re stuck with me now.”
“Stop stalling and tell before I fall asleep.” She yawns, the shot Killian gave her already kicking in.
“It’s inside you.”
She frowns at me, “The tracker is inside me?”
I nod, “It’s attached to the IUD Killian had inserted.”
Her eyes go wide, jaw dropping. “You’re insane.”
I chuckle, “What does it say about you that you love someone who’s insane?” She hits me weakly, but her lips twitch with a smile. “Go to sleep, pet. We can continue our conversation in the morning.”
She nods sleepily and rolls to her side of the bed, her eyes fluttering shut. I wait for her breathing to even out before I get up. Now I have Dominic and Tomasi to deal with. By the time I’m done ripping every limb from their pathetic bodies, while making their family members watch, no one will dare mess with my wife ever ever again.