Page 14 of Under Control

“Say it again,” he commands.

“No,” I moan. “Please, no.”

He crushes my mouth with his.

Oh my god.

I’m swept into him. His tongue, his lips, everything about him. His taste floods me, hammers me, nails me to the floor, takes me and makes me all his. Thatno, that denial, it drives him crazywith animal lust, and I’m panting into his kiss like I’m losing my mind.

And I am, I’m losing my mind,I have to be, this isn’t how I normally act.

Any other time, if some strange man appeared in the doorway and took off his clothes, I wouldn’t play along with his strange little game.

I wouldn’t kiss him.

I wouldn’t want him.

But with Valentin, it’s like this is natural. The man is built for sex and pleasure, and I can’t help myself.

He takes me, and I give myself to him willingly.

His tongue is cotton candy and his lips are like velvet, and I grind myself tighter into him as his grip on me tightens.

One hand fists my hair, grabbing on hard.

“Try to deny me,” he growls as he kisses my neck and tears the robe off the rest of the way. I’m completely naked for him now, exposed and vulnerable. His to have.

“No, Valentin,” I groan as one of his big hands slips between my legs. He roughly wrenches them open. “Please,no.” I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t ask him to leave me alone. I stick with the rules, because I really want him to keep going.

“That’s right,” he says as he bites my nipples and teases my pussy. My brain goes haywire as pleasure and pain signals collide. “When I came into this room and saw you there, saw your beautiful body and your incredible mouth, I knew I had to have you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you sincethat first time you appeared in my house. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

His big fingers slide into my pussy and I moan. I lean forward and bite his chest, digging my teeth in. He only grunts in reply and fucks me with his fingers deeper, pulling my hair back. I suck in a shocked breath as he kisses my neck and turns me, pulling me against him.

His thick cock presses against my ass. His hand reaches around my hips and slides up and down my soaking wet slit, teasing my clit and driving into my pussy, as his other arm pins me against his chest and his hand comes up to cover my mouth.

“Don’t be too loud, you filthy fucking girl. Do you want someone to hear?”

I moan and whimper into his palm. Pleasure assaults me as he takes me like that.

“You’re mine now, Karine,” he whispers in my ear. Sinful and dark. An evil man. A bad man.

I want to be his.

“All of you is mine,” he purrs before dragging me down to the floor.

I try to struggle. Mostly because I like the way he pins me and doesn’t let me move. He roughly opens my legs and buries my pussy with his mouth. I gasp, back arching, and he teases one breast with a hand as the other drives fingers inside. He’s rough but he knows exactly what he’s doing, every movement designed to elicit maximum pleasure, and I don’t know how much more I can take.

“You taste like fucking sin, Karine,” he growls as he slides his fingers deep inside of me. “Now taste yourself and come for me.” His hand moves up to my lips and he forces his fingers into my mouth.

I suck them, licking my pussy taste, moaning as I do it. He shuffles, pulling his boxer-briefs down, and I feel his cock press against my soaking wet entrance.

Oh, shit. Oh my god.

“Valentin,” I say, eyes going wide.

“Tell me no, and I’ll fill you to the brim. Anything else, and I’ll stop.” He stares at me like hearing the wrong words will kill him.

“No,” I said, arching closer.

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