CHAPTER 227 NOT LIKE THIS

Claire was literally pleasure high with the way Hudson's hands roamed around her body. His lips were relentless over hers, and he demanded more with each kiss. She was mentally running on ecstasy hill, her hands out in the open and a wide grin from ear to ear plastered on her face. The plan was not to let him get this close again, not after everything that he had done to her. But right now, every rational thought was out the window, leaving lustful heat in its wake. Hudson’s hand moved from her body to her waist, gripping her with a possessiveness that both excited and terrified her. He said in a rough voice against her skin, "You belong to me, Claire. You have always belonged to me." Claire shivered at the way he said it, and something about his tone, so absolute, so sure, made her snap inside her. The words felt like he had poured a bucket of icy water on her. It was synonymous with what her post fuck clarity would look like and the realization of what she had done setting in