Page 39 of Under Control

I gasp, back arching. He reaches out with one arm and slams the door closed as he tangles his other fist in my hair. I groan, and he destroys any hint of complaint when he smashes his mouth to mine with a vicious, ugly kiss, almost as painful as it is intense and needy. I kiss him back until I get the chance to bite his lip, and he grunts with pain, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“You want to hurt me, wife? You want to struggle?”

“Let me go.”

“I don’t think I will.” He grabs the back of my dress and wrenches down the zipper. The delicate material tears and I whimper as the bust sags. I barely manage to hold it on with one hand pressed to my chest. “No, my beautiful wife, now that you’re mine, I plan onclaimingyou. Every single inch of you.”

He pulls my hair again and kisses me. This time, he shoves my hand aside and wrenches my dress forward, ripping it from my body. I’m bare for him now, just like the first time we met, and his eyes are just as starving as they were then. Almost as if he’s never tasted me before.

I moan into his kiss, shocked at how powerful he is and how easily he undresses me. I’m down to only a nude bra and a white lacy thong, and he lazily shoves me over to the bed, turning mearound and bending me over with his powerful body. I feel his erection against my ass.

He grabs my hand with one strong fist and pulls hard. “That’s right, baby, look at you. Stripped bare for me on your wedding night.” He spanks my ass with his other hand. “That’s for thinking you could resist this.”

My mind goes blank. My brain softens into mush. All my fight fades away—if there was ever any fight to begin with—and I let myself drift into his hands. I’m his, entirely his, at least for right now.

It’s messed up. I know I should struggle. This shouldn’t feel so good, but I can’t pretend like I’m not attracted to him.

Big and dark. Terrifying and beautiful. Valentin’s a monster, a man draped in brutality and blood, and I want him all the same.

It makes me think I’m broken.

And maybe I want to be.

He wrenches down my panties and spanks my bare ass. He spanks it again, and again, until I’m aching and grinding up against him, whimpering and mewling, pathetic and tiny. He growls in my ear and teases my bare pussy with his fingers, keeping me pinned down to the bed.

“You’re so fucking wet right now,” he moans, clearly enjoying himself. I feel his hard dick against my leg, thick and long, bursting from his suit pants. “Look at you, filthy fucking girl. Begging for me to take you. What happened to the strong woman I married?”

“Fuck you, Valentin,” I gasp out as his fingers plunge in deep.

“There you are, show me a little spark.” I try to twist around, but he only laughs and keeps fucking me from behind with his fingers.

I don’t know how long I can take this. It feels so fucking good it’s breaking my mind into little pieces. I push back against him, simultaneously wanting to struggle—wanting thegameof the struggle—but also needing him to have his way with my body. I need release more than anything I’ve ever craved before.

And he seems very willing to give me what I want.

He turns me around, dragging me further onto the bed, kneeling by my side. His fingers fuck me deep and my pussy makes lewd noises as he slides his other fingers into my mouth. I suck them, moaning as I do it.

“That’s right, baby, look at you, sucking on my fingers while I fuck you with my other hand. Listen to you moan as your husband takes you and uses your body. You’re my slut, aren’t you? You’re my filthy fucking wife, and your gorgeous, soaking wet pussy is all mine. It’s mine, baby, all fuckingmine, and I’m going to use it however I want from now on.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, back arching. He rubs my spit across my lips as the orgasm finally rips me into shreds. I come on his hand, brain exploding with bliss and domination as I picture him taking me, controlling me, and keeping me for as long as he wants.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispers, kissing me gently, before burying his wet fingers in my mouth. I taste myself as I lick him clean. “Oh, god damn, do you know how beautiful you are?” He leans back and unbuttons his shirt. He tosses it aside as I stare athim, pushing back to put space between us. I’m in only my bra at this point, chest heaving up and down.

His slacks come off, followed by his boxer-briefs. I stare down at his cock, mouth watering at how thick and long he is.

“Come here,” he commands.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Don’t make me drag you over. If you do, I’m going to fuck your pretty lips until spit rolls down your lovely little chin. Do you want that, baby?”

I lick my lips. “No,” I say, heart racing, and still don’t move.

His eyes gleam with excitement. “Good choice.”

I whimper as he kneels beside me again, but this time, he takes my hair and guides my mouth down onto his cock. I taste his precum as my tongue rolls around his shaft, and he keeps going, driving into my mouth. He pulls back and fucks my lips, slow at first, before pushing deeper.

I pull back, gasping for air. “Too big,” I say and spit on his cock. I can tell he likes that. “Way too big.”

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