Page 40 of Under Control

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he says, pushing me back down, this time sliding himself deeper into my throat. I relax, taking as much of him as I can. “You look so sexy with my spitty dick in your mouth.”

I suck him faster and his powerful roars of pleasure send another wave of desire ringing through me. I’ve never met a man dripping with sex and sin like Valentin before, and I know this is only a taste, only the start of something I’m afraid I can’t begin to handle.

But the sick part of me wants to find out.

He pulls back and pins me to the bed. His other hand rips my bra off, revealing my breasts. I roll into him, feeling filthy, greedy, and dripping again, as his mouth sucks my nipples and the tip of his cock presses against my aching pussy.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says, wrapping one hand around my throat. He tilts my chin up. His tip throbs against my pussy, thick and hard and hot. “Say it, Karine.”

“You’re just my husband.” I stare into his eyes. “That doesn’t mean you own me.”

He groans and tightens his grip. “I fucking love the defiance.”

“Good. You’re a bastard.”

“Say it again.”

“Bastard.” I close my eyes, gasping. “Sick bastard.”

He slides himself inside of me. It’s bliss and it’s pain, just like him. He glides in deep and back out again, and I’m shocked at how good it feels as he begins to fuck me faster.

“That’s right, you think you can resist me, you think you don’t need me, but look at you right now, getting fucked by your husband. Your needy, wet little pussy is so goddamn tight and gorgeous, and I’m going to fill you, baby, I’m going to fill you to the brim until you’re left gasping and begging for more.”

He takes me rough and there’s no mercy in him, and that’s exactly what I wanted. It drives me into ecstasy, where the only sounds are his voice, his hips against mine, and the soft creak of the bed as he thrusts deeper, deeper and deeper, until I can’t breathe anymore.

I come for him. I come so hard the world shrinks to a pinpoint. Stars burst in my vision and my back arches and my muscles contract as the world stops for one perfect instant.

Then he’s growling and fucking me, and I feel him finish deep between my legs. Warm and wet and sticky. He pulls back, breathing hard, and I think he’s done.

Instead, he takes his cock, grabs me by the hair, and stares into my eyes. “Suck, wife. Clean off your husband.”

I do as I’m told and lick him clean.

Then we’re both spent. I’m covered in a sheen of sweat. My wedding dress is a wreck on the floor and my underwear is missing. He strokes my hair and pulls me against him, wrapping muscular arms around my body, letting me sink into his powerful frame.

“That’s not the wedding night I expected,” I admit to him, cheeks flushed and brain still gooey from two intense orgasms.

“But it’s exactly what I wanted,” he says and breathes in my smell. I shiver and try to suppress a smile, but I can’t.

I like how obsessed he is with me. How he strangely wants me to hate him, but he also can’t stop touching me.

“You had it all planned out then?”

“That’s right. First, lock you down. Make you my wife. Then fuck you mindless. And now I tell you that this will be your room from now on.”

I roll to face him. “Excuse me?”

“We will live as husband and wife, which means you’re sharing my bed. Every single night.”

I let that sink in.Every single night. He and I, right here, just like this.

“Absolutely not.”

He looks amused as he lies back and lets out a low rumble of contentment.

Chapter 14

Valentin

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