Page 13 of Under His Control

“Oh, my God.” I slumped back to the unforgiving surface with each of his hard pushes into me. Over and over. He drove into me like a beast. Not stopping once, he thrust into me and slid his hardness over the tender flesh of my pussy until I was on the verge of coming.

“Tell me, Eva. You like being a bratty little slut? Begging for my dick?”

I whined, so lost to the concept of words. All I wanted was that orgasm. It was so close, so teasingly close. Never before had a man fucked me like this, hard, without any preamble other than a threat to ruin me. Right now, bouncing on his dick in a closet, I wanted it. I needed him to ruin me, to satisfy me in such a way I hadn’t known I could enjoy.

“Tell me. You want my dick?” he ordered.

“Yes!” I cried out before he kissed me hard. “Yes!”

“Then come, you stuck-up brat. Milk me. Come wrapped around me.”

I groaned, so close to shattering that I strained not to lose the momentum of pleasure. It was so fast, so torrid and forbidden, that I couldn’t keep up with the intensity of the sensations pummeling me.

“Come, Eva. Come on my dick.” He kissed me harder, giving me yet another chance to taste the heat of his flavor and the hintof the liquor he’d drunk. “Squeeze me. Obey me, you fucking bratty slut.”

“Liam,” I whined, arching my back to get the last bit of friction that would send me over. “Please!”

“Come, Eva. Now. Then every time you think about another man fucking your pussy, you can know that it’ll never be as good as this.”

He gripped my hair and held me in place for his rough kisses. With my head held steady, my upper body followed suit. Clutching my ass with his other hand, he trapped me in place for him to smack his hips to mine, ensuring his dick pierced into me perfectly.

My thighs trembled at the first waves of my orgasm. It hit me so hard, without pause, that I feared I couldn’t hold on, that I couldn’t survive the intensity of the bliss exploding.

He didn’t drop me as the euphoria burned through my veins. But he melted me, incinerated me inside and out as he pumped into me a few more times then followed me with his release.

I struggled to breathe, contorting my face into a wince as I clung to him and tried to stay afloat. I was dizzy and soaring with the onslaught of sensations that bombarded me with the relief he spurred.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he burrowed his face against my neck. He staggered in his step but didn’t drop me. “Fuck, Eva.Fuck.”

I cinched my arms tighter around his neck as I tried to come down from the high of my orgasm, doubting that I’d ever,everbe able to face him again. I couldn’t. Not if we ended our arguments likethis.

If he hadn’t ruined me for any other man, he sure as hell wrecked me for the rest of the night.

As soon as I could stand, I pushed away from him and ran out the door, afraid of facing his cocky face after proving he was right.

He’d done something to me. He’d made an impression. He’d shown me how damn good it felt to surrender, if only for a quick, hot moment.

With his hot cum leaking out my pussy, I ran out of there to figure out how to get over the lapse of judgment that felt way too good.

5

LIAM

Olivia’s baby babbles woke me. Her sounds had been my alarm clock for less than a week. Before her, I was wired to get up per military time. Since coming home with no direction but to somehow force myself to be a father, my sense of time was all out of whack.

My sense of identity was an even sorrier state. I didn’t know which end was up anymore, but I was well aware of the concept that sleeping in would forever be a joke with Olivia in my life.

“Hang on.” I yawned as I rubbed more sleep from my eyes. “Hang on,” I mumbled to her as I opened my eyes.

Last night was a blur after fucking Eva in that closet. At first, pure shock took hold of me that I’d actually done that. That I’d dragged the Mafia diva into a fucking closet, said all those wicked things to her, and rammed into her like that.

She ran out, and instead of chasing her, I got another drink then asked around where Danicia was. A helpful butler-like man had given me directions. Not only was Olivia sleeping in a guest room where Danicia sat in a chair and watched stand-up comedy acts on her phone, doing her best not to laugh too loudly while she babysat, but they’d also brought up the three duffel bags of my clothes and Olivia’s things.

“Hmm.” Danicia had given me a clinical once-over when she saw me. “I expect you might be hungover in the morning, so it’s just as well I had some things set in the kitchenette over there.” She pointed at the counter in the other corner of the room.

I wasn’t wasted, but buzzed. Although whether that was from Eva or the alcohol, I couldn’t tell.

“Hydrate,” she advised as she moved toward the door. “I’ll check on you two tomorrow.”

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