Found in You: Page 40
Rage boiled through me. "Then I quit! Because I can't work for someone who's so obviously jealous and controlling. And you're seriously making me reconsider my living situation as well."
"Don't!" He stepped forward, his face in mine. "Don't throw our relationship on the line because of a good business decision."
I wanted to push him back, push him away. At the same time, I wanted to pull him in and kiss away all the jealousy and angst between us, wanted to end the awful tension. I'd threatened our relationship, but I didn't mean it. I wouldn't throw it away. I'd do whatever I had to in order to keep him mine.
But I wasn't letting my cards show yet. I didn't touch him at all. I stayed rigid as I spoke. "You aren't making this decision because it's good business. You're trying to punish me."
His eyes widened. "I'm punishing you by giving you a promotion?"
"A promotion I don't want!"
He spun away from me, as though he were too afraid of what he'd do if he stayed in such close proximity. When he'd taken a few steps, he turned back to face me. "You want me to take everything from you, but you won't take from me? How am I supposed to feel about that?"
"This isn't the same." He was twisting my words, taking something I'd said in a time of beauty and bringing it into a war zone. It hurt. Deep, in my bones. I wanted it to stop. "I don't want this, Hudson. I don't want it!"
I turned to run away. Where, I didn't know. Just away from him and the terrible situation he was putting me in.
But I'd only made it a few steps when he came after me, his arms circling around my waist from behind.
I squirmed, kicking and hitting at him. "Let go of me!"
"No. I'll never let you go." He must not have meant physically, because he did let me go. He threw me on the couch and began undoing his pants.
Immediately my sex felt on fire. The thought of him f**king me with all that rage and passion was a big turn-on. And, honestly, we probably needed the contact-to reconnect before we grew too far apart.
But I was headstrong, not willing to give in. I slipped under him to the floor, crawling toward the elevators as fast as I could.
His strong hand grabbed my ankle, drawing me back to him. I clawed at the floor, but I already knew it was hopeless. Not because he was stronger than me, but because he knew what I really wanted-that I wanted him to overpower me.
He stretched out over me, holding me to the floor, both my hands pinned above my head with one of his. He nipped at my ear. "God, you are so maddening. How can I want you so much when you drive me so insane?"
Using his whole body, he turned me underneath him and crushed his mouth to mine in a fierce kiss-a kiss that was forceful and dominating and full of so much emotion.
I resisted at first, turning my head away from him. But he was relentless and his unusual display of emotion disarmed me. My head was overruled by my body-by my heart-and I surrendered to him, giving in to his demanding mouth and the masterful hands that had already freed his rock-hard cock.
He reached down under my dress, moving the flimsy thong material out of the way to stick a long finger inside me. If he didn't understand my need before, he did now. I was wet and swollen for him.
He groaned in satisfaction.
"It doesn't mean I'm not mad." It was my last attempt to state my case before he replaced his finger with his cock.
I cried out at the exquisite bite of pleasure, the incredible feeling of fullness, almost too much yet also not enough. I needed him to move, to thrust, to ride me.
"Fine," he said, jabbing deeper into me, still not moving the way I ached for him to. "Be mad. Take it out on me. I'm planning to take out my emotions on you."
And he did. He drew himself out almost to the tip. It must have taken more control than I could imagine, his contorted expression showing the strain of the slow retreat. Then he let go, pounding into me with thick, insistent stabs. My h*ps bucked at each deep plunge in rhythm with his primal grunts. Even the sound of his loose belt buckle slapping against the floor added to the animalistic way he took me, as if it were a whip driving the beast, urging him on.
I moaned and tightened around him within minutes, surprised to feel the build of orgasm so quickly with only vaginal stimulation. It was the whole scene, the depravity of it, the utter baseness. It was wild and feral and uncontrolled. I hated that I loved it-loved it so entirely.
He wrapped his loose hand in my hair, yanking at it with just the right amount of pleasure and pain. My eyes began to close.
"Look at me," he snapped.
My eyes flew open, meeting his.
"Can't you see?" I was surprised he could speak through his exertion. "Can't you see what you do to me? Can't you see how you make me feel?"
He shifted, and I gasped as he hit a particularly tender spot. "Do you feel how hard you make me?"
I didn't know if he wanted an answer, didn't think I could speak if he did.
But he tugged again at my hair. "Do you?"
"Yes," I cried out.
He picked up his speed, reaching a frenzied pace that threw me over the edge. "You do this to me, Alayna."
I struggled to keep my eyes on him, to focus on his words through the rapturous haze that enveloped me. His words were important, and I wanted to hear what he said as much as I wanted to lose myself in the ecstasy he'd bestowed on me.
He was on the brink, too-I could read his body like it was my own-but still he kept his gaze connected to mine. "Even when you're petulant and contrary, I still want you. Always, I want you. I want to give you everything. All of me. Why can't you take it? Take it."
He delivered one more elongated thrust, burying himself deeply as he poured into me with a low groan. "Take it!"
I whimpered as his release shuddered through me, extending my own into a second wave of euphoria that sent chills down my spine. Lost in the fog of post-orgasm, my ears still thrumming with the pulse of my heartbeat, I had a brief moment of clarity-what if it wasn't Hudson that was incapable of being loved fiercely, but me?
The thought was fleeting, gone as soon as it had come. Of course, I could take his love. It was he who didn't know how to show it.
He'd rolled off me by then and was sitting with his back braced against the sofa. Only traces of the wild passion he'd displayed a moment ago were present in his features, his shortness of breath one of the only indicators that he'd ever lost control.
Suddenly I was angry. Angry with him for resorting to f**king as a way to end our disagreement like he always did. Angry that he expected it would change anything. Angry at myself for being seduced.
I propped myself up on my elbows and glared.
"Now, come on, Alayna." His eyes narrowed. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
His condescending tone irked me even more. "Sex isn't the only way to show a person how you feel."
"I know. I tried to give you a nightclub."
His words stung though I couldn't quite grasp why.
I was still figuring it out when he stood and zipped himself up. "If you want to continue fighting about this, which I'm sure you do, it will have to be later. I have work to do."
My scowl remained long after he'd left. It was almost funny that I felt so enraged. I'd thought he'd fall to pieces if he'd known I wasn't telling him things about my past with David, that I'd withheld my interaction with Paul Kresh. And if he'd gone crazy because I'd hidden things, I would have taken it. I'd kept things from him, and I deserved whatever distrust and hurt feelings that came from that.
But it hadn't been my keeping secrets that put us on opposite sides. It had been his jealousy and my refusal to take over the club. Either he'd always truly meant to give me The Sky Launch, or he was manipulating the situation with David to make me believe that. Both were possible. I'd probably never know for sure which one. Maybe he didn't know himself.
One thing was certain, I wasn't letting David get fired, whatever the reason. One day, perhaps, I'd be ready and want to take over the management of The Sky Launch, but not now. Not so soon. Not only a month after graduating with my MBA.
And I wouldn't do that to a manager as good as David. It wasn't right.
I brought myself to my feet and stretched. The discussion wasn't over, but I could put it on pause for the night if Hudson could. And I didn't intend to mope around about it. It was unhealthy and could quickly turn to obsession if I wasn't careful. Which meant I had to find something to occupy myself.
I looked at my watch and was surprised to find it was after six. Guess I was skipping group therapy since I'd already missed it. I didn't have the energy for exercise, so that was out. There was a TV in the living room, but I preferred movies to shows and I hadn't yet come across any DVDs. Hudson probably had everything on a movie drive somewhere.
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