Page 44 of Under Control

“No,” she whimpers as I press my cock against her soaking pussy.

“Tell me how much you love it when I make you come.” Blood drips from my nose onto her gorgeous ass. I spread her wide and grab her wrists, holding her down. “Say it, you dirty fucking girl.”

“I won’t say it,” she says.

And gasps as I slide my cock into her from behind.

She’s mine, my wife, my dirty girl, my perfect fuckingmalishka. I fuck her rough, like the goddamn animal I am. I fuck her deep and I pull her hair until she’s panting and saying my name, and as I reach around her hips to stroke her swollen little clit, she finally gives in.

“I love it,” she says, back arching, “oh, fuck, oh my god, I love it.”

I rip into her as she comes. It’s the most sexual thing I’ve seen in my life: her muscles shaking, her mouth open, saying what I want, covered in my blood. I keep going as her pussy clenches down, and I can’t take anymore.

I fill her to the brim. I fill her to the core. I finish inside of my wife, and when I’m done, I make her lick my cock clean.

“Say thank you,” I whisper. She’s glassy-eyed, and her pussy’s beautifully swollen. “Go ahead, baby. Say it for me.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“That’s a good girl.” I kiss her gently, leaving another smear of blood on her cheek.

Then I head into the bathroom to see what I can do about this broken fucking nose.

Chapter 15

Karine

I’m aware that I’m a mess.

I mean, I’m pretty sure anyone that breaks their husband’s nose, and still has sex with him while it’s actively bleeding all over the place, must be pretty screwed up.

And yet I kind of don’t care.

Because it’s beyond the best sex of my life.

The way he wants me to fight him while also making sure I have some of the most soul-crushing orgasms of my existence is deeply satisfying on a primal level.

It’s a kink I didn’t know I had hidden away in me.

But apparently, I have a dark streak.

Which is worrying. I think about that a lot on the way over to Mama’s house. Anton’s driving and there are another two cars each filled with soldiers escorting us. Valentin’s sitting beside me, looking dour. He’s got a black eye and his nose is still crooked from where he tried to reset it himself and did a shitty job.

I think about who I come from. About the revelations around my mother’s brother. And about how I apparently like to fight, to be degraded, to be fucked and dominated and controlled. And now, apparently, to be bled on.

“You have one hour,” Valentin says as we approach the front door. “No more and no less.”

“I might need more time. This isn’t exactly an easy conversation I’m about to have.”

He holds up a hand. “One hour. If you’re not out, I’ll come in to get you.”

“Can you just be reasonable for once, please?”

“This is not a debate.” The car stops at the curb and he leans across me, pushing open the door. “Clock starts now.”

I’m tempted to break his nose a second time, but I suspect that won’t go as well.

Instead, I unclick my belt and refuse to look at him as I hurry up the stoop and into my house.

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