Page 13 of Under Control

Saliva pools in my mouth and arousal builds between my legs.

This can’t be happening. Seriously, this is so beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. Gorgeous, enormous, terrifying men aren’t supposed to appear out of nowhere when I’m at my most vulnerable and start taking off their clothes.

And they’re sure as hell not supposed to offer to jerk off for me.

“Come here,” he says, his voice low and needy.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. My knees feel like they might give out.

His expression darkens. “There’s that word again. Do you like teasing me,malishka?”

“This isn’t about you. I mean, Merrick, he can come back?—”

“He’s gone until I call him. Comehere. Don’t make me come to you.”

“Why? What’ll happen if you do?”

“I won’t be gentle.”

Oh my god. My heart’s racing into my throat. He’s looking at me like he’s about to burst, and I feel like I’m floating outside of myself. I should be running—screaming—jumping out a window?—

Instead, I take a step. I take another.

The dark beast watches. I expect him to seem satisfied. Instead, one of his big hands moves to grip his cock through his boxer briefs.

A whimper wrenches itself from my lips, and I loosen my grip on the robe.

He doesn’t move his hand. He isn’t stroking himself. He’s only holding it, forcing the fabric of his underwear tighter around his thick shaft, and I’m dying. I’m absolutely dying.

The man’s huge.

My gaze lingers on his thick thighs. I look at his flat, rippling stomach, and my mouth is hanging open by the time I stare at his lips.

This can’t be happening. But I take another step closer anyway.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, whispering and sinful. “Now I want you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell menoone more time. And when you say it, what I really want you to mean ismake me come. Do you understand? Say that word. Tell meno.”

The choice is mine. I can stop this if I want. Back away, refuse to speak, tell him off, throw a canvas, do basically anything other than what he’s asking.

But my heart’s racing so hard my head feels dizzy and I’ve never been this turned on before in my life.

All he wants is one simple word.

What a mistake. What a terrible, incredible mistake.

“Valentin,” I say, running my tongue down my front teeth. “No.”

Chapter 5

Karine

He comes for me then.

I don’t try to back away as he hammers into me, grabbing me with rough ferocity. I gasp in shock as he tears my robe open, ripping the fabric. His mouth buries onto my shoulder, biting down gently before kissing hard to my right nipple. He licks it and sucks, his tongue rolling around my hard bud, and I moan loudly as my fingers roll through his thick hair. His other hand grabs my ass, forcing my hips against his, and when he’s done devouring my breast, he pulls back to look at me.

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