Hudson by Shayne McClendon Read Free Book Online Page B

everything – you can fucking
guarantee I know everything .  I could have you prosecuted.  Jailed,
Christina.”  It was still likely to happen but he didn’t want her fleeing the
country. 
    “Instead, I had every item that belongs to you packed and
transported to a lovely hotel where I will foot the bill for the next month. 
Shall I change my mind?”
    Her eyes were huge in her face but she said nothing as he
turned on his heel and walked toward the lobby.  Natalia stood between him and
the door. 
    He paused and spoke quietly to avoid being overheard.  “Don’t
let her back in this club.  I revoke my sponsorship.”
    “Of course, Hudson.  It will be taken care of.” 
    He let his eyes stroll down her body.  A body he’d come to
know well over the years.  He hadn’t fucked in days and with the stress
of the past twelve hours, there were certain things he needed. 
    One side of her mouth quirked up.  “Is there…anything else …I
can take care of for you, Hudson?” 
    She knew him so well.  Better than any other person on
Earth. 
    “I’ll send the car.” 
    Natalia nodded and he continued to the exit.
     
    Hudson rode back to his building with a different kind of
tension coiling inside him.  There were certain things only Natalia had ever
been able to give him.  Christina, and the girlfriends before her, took what he
dished out but he never gave them all of his darker side. 
    In that, he only trusted his oldest friend. 
    Carlo gave him the update he requested and as he rode the
elevator past the floor where Gabriella Hernandez was likely sleeping soundly,
he had the strangest urge to knock on her door. 
    He suppressed it.  A woman like her, soft and sweet, would
never be able to handle a man like him. 
    He entered his apartment and went upstairs to grab the black
lacquer box he kept in his desk.  There would be few games tonight.  The need to
dominate was riding him hard.  His cock was so engorged it was painful.  Back
downstairs, he laid out what he needed and sat down to wait. 
    She didn’t keep him waiting long.  Natalia never did. 
    As she stepped out of the elevator and came to a careful and
precise stop, he took in her form.  She was tall for a woman, five-nine in her
bare feet, and everything about her was lean.  Small breasts, narrow hips, and
a firm ass…all of which he knew as well as his own body. 
    Hair that was naturally blonde the day he met her had been
died deepest black and he had to admit it increased her air of mystery. 
    In looks alone, she could be any of a million women.  She
was lovely in an understated way and knew how to dress to accentuate her
attributes but nothing about his best friend physically made her stand out in a
crowd.  
    What made her spectacular was her need to be dominated. 
    It was her ability to surrender, entirely, to the right man under
the right circumstances.  There were few women able to do it as well and still
maintain their independent will and sense of self. 
    Natalia would never be taken over by an Alpha.  She would
bend, willingly, but never break. 
    It was a gift in the circles they’d once run in together.  As
he became more and more successful, he only trusted her to give him what he
needed with no strings attached.
    Now she stood across the room.  She had not moved so much as
an inch.  There was no impatience, no annoyance at being kept waiting.  Her
face was serene in the dim reflection of the city lights.
    “Put down the bag.”  Pause. 
    “Take off the blouse, the skirt.” 
    She obeyed without hesitation in all things.  Never
questioning, never wondering what was going to happen next.  She trusted him,
he trusted her, and in this, they were perfect together.
    In moments, she stood in nothing more than heels, stockings,
and garter belt, her posture perfect but relaxed.
    “Come here.”  Moving carefully over the marble floor, she
walked toward him. 
    “Stop.”  She did. 
    “Kneel.”  Lowering