Page 12 of Under His Control

No manevertold me off and ordered me to back off. And I’d be damned if he considered himself the first one to do it.

Cutting through the crowd, I sought him out. He was so tall, it wouldn’t be difficult to find him, but he was stealthy and fast. With all the guests clogging up the room, I only just caught sight of him slipping out the doorway and into the hall.

I’ll be damned ifyoutell me how it is.

I rushed after him, furious and so turned on that those forces seemed the same.

In the hallway, more people blocked me, but I wove around them all. Once the path was clear, I picked up my pace and jogged after him.

“You—”

My remark was cut short. He whirled, catching me around the waist before he turned us. With such a quick, sudden movement, he surprised me, almost as if he’d been counting on me or hoping that I’d seek him out.

Whatever I could’ve said no longer mattered. His hard, hot mouth crushed against mine. At the first forbidden touch, I moaned at the rush of excitement, of red-hot desire. With just that one kiss, pinning me to the wall of the closet he’d pulled me into, he enflamed me from the inside out.

“I told you,” he growled, panting as he broke the kiss.

One kick back at the door slammed it shut. An exit light glowed overhead, casting shadows over his rugged, tense face as he seethed at me.

“I told you what I’d do.”

“You don’t call the shots,” I argued as I grabbed his head and pulled him back for a hard kiss. He grunted into my mouth, parting my lips to slide his tongue in. He fought for dominance, exploring my mouth and forcing me to accommodate him, and damn it, but I gave in. I anted up to his silent demands by kissing back just as hard, and I held on tight, desperate for more and more of this wicked heat and need he requested.

“The fuck I don’t,” he argued as he roughly wedged his leg between mine, making me spread mine. “You had to push. You wouldn’t stop. And now you’re getting to get it, you fucking brat.”

I groaned at his angry words. It was twisted to be turned on by his gruffness, but I was dripping wet, aroused and needy for his touch. As he shoved up my dress and yanked at my panties, I fumbled for his pants.

“You hear me?” He swatted my hands away, taking over to unzip. “I’m going to fuck the sass out of you. You want a lesson? You want to know what happens when you piss off the wrong man, you fucking slut?”

I closed my fingers around his long, hard length. “Oh, really?” I taunted back. No man spoke to me like this. No one toldmehow it was. And no one ever belittled me and called me a slut. Hearing that degradation from him, though, was a hell of a turn-on. I didn’t have any kinks. Until him. Until now.

“You’re calling me a slut?” I challenged as I stroked him.

He sucked and kissed, bit and licked all down my neck as he ripped my panties down. My fingers were slick with his precum as I pumped his erection, making sure to feel every rigid inch of his thickness. This was the fastest I’d ever fallen into sex, but it was still taking too damn long. I was rabid for him, but this dirty talk didn’t put me out of the mood.

“Yeah. A mouthy, smartass slut.” He grunted and thrust into my hand, humping me as I clumsily stepped out of my panties.If he wasn’t pinning me to the wall, I would’ve fallen with how shaky my legs were.

“I’ll show you what happens when you don’t listen,” he growled as he hoisted me against him.

I gasped at the first hard bump of his dick at my entrance. Slippery and throbbing with my juices, he almost speared right into me. I wished he would. I needed him to.

Please.I clung to him, hoping he’d feel how badly I couldn’t let him go. I wrapped my arms around his neck at the same time I sealed my lips to his.

This was wrong. He had no right to talk to me like that. He had even less right to secret me into a closet and threaten to fuck me, to ruin me for any other man.

But I wanted it. So, so bad.

“I told you to leave me alone,” he said, imprinting that sexy, husky tone in my mind as he rubbed his dick back and forth over my wet entrance. “I told you to fuck off. But now, I’m going to fuck you.” He finished his claim by notching his cockhead into me. Even just that tip stretched me. It burned in the best way. I relished the hint of a fullness that would push me to come so fast.

“You hear me, slut? I’ll fuck this attitude out of you.” He drove in, shoving me up against the wall in one long, swift thrust.

“Fuck! Liam!” I gasped, arching without any room to move, sandwiched between his hard body and the wall. Impaled on his huge dick. Braced between his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging in tight. “Fuck!” I struggled to catch my breath at the brutal, instant force of his cock so deep inside me. All the way. It was too much and not enough in the same stroke of intensity.

“That’s right, Eva.” He kissed along my jaw, nipping at my sensitive flesh already suffering from the whisker burns of hisstubble. “Cry my name. I don’t give a shit who hears. You scream me name and let the world know that I’m fucking your tight cunt.” He pulled out and slammed in all the way again. “I’ll pound this attitude right out of you.”

“Oh, fuck.” I let my head roll back on the wall. So overwhelmed with the stretch of his girth, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. If I could handle him. His rough talk was half the thrill.

“You want me to fuck you, little slut?” He groaned as he rocked back and forth, driving me up against the wall. “You want my dick to fill your pussy?”

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