Page 33 of Hers to Control

Hopefully, my cock will follow suit.

I flick the dial at the top of the stairs to have the light almost on full strength. Right now, I want to see Mia’s face as she takes in the sex furniture down here.

“Damn.” Her eyes are wide as she looks around the large room.

There is a wooden, X-shaped contraption with red upholstery that looks like it came straight from the set of that sex movie everyone was going on about several years back. It’s tilted back and has metal rings that can be used to tie whoever is leaning against it up. Next to it is a spanking bench and, in the other corner of the room, an oversized eggplant-shaped couch that is obviously intended for fucking, too.

I lean against the railing, watching Mia’s reaction with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. When I first saw this place a few months ago, my immediate thought was imagining various scenarios where I could torture people down here. Not in a sexy way. I’m not such a kinky bastard.

With Mia here, though? I might change my mind. Looks like Gianna is on to something, and this room has potential in other ways. Ways for which it was originally designed and that I didn’t want to picture with my cousin around.

More sex, less blood. I could do that.

“That stuff is intense,” Mia murmurs, now staring at some of the implements attached to the walls. “I don’t know why I’m surprised.”

Well, I’m not about to blame her. Knowing Gianna has a fucked up side rivaling my own, I wasn’t exactly shocked when I saw this place for the first time, but it definitely hadn’t been on my list of expected things either.

I push off the railing and step closer. “Gianna has fucked up taste,” I remark, my tone casual despite the tension thrumming through me.

Mia meets my gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in my demeanor.

“Is that a family thing?”

“Oh, fuck no.” I want nothing to do with whatever my cousin and Mikhail are up to. “That shit is messed up.”

A snort escapes Mia, and I raise my eyebrows at her.

Mia

The way Eric is looking at me is all kinds of wrong, and I definitely shouldn’t like it. On the other hand, my new plan is to distract him from the fact that I tried to escape from him, so maybe I can use this.

That my pussy is still sensitive from the way he fucked me last night only makes that plan seem more reasonable.

Except, I’m not dumb enough to let that psychopath tie me up anywhere, and I doubt he will let me do it to him.

Still, my eyes flick over to the big ass cross at the center of the room. If I managed to tie him up there, I wouldn’t have to worry about how I could escape anymore. I could just take the car and get as far as possible before he gets the restraints off.

“No fucking way,” Eric growls, and I stiffen. I didn’t realize how close he’s gotten.

“Are you afraid I’ll get any ideas?” I challenge, my voice steady despite the nerves that churn in my stomach. Maybe I shouldn’t taunt him.

Eric’s jaw tightens, his expression hardening as he takes a step closer.

“I won’t let you out of my sight,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous. Definitely still pissed about the running attempt.

I shrug. “Fine.”

I walk a little into the room. When Gianna told me how she’d tortured Mikhail down here, I had been more concerned about her taking on the Russians than what her kinky sex dungeon looked like. Now, I take a moment to consider that my friend has a whole side to her that I know nothing about.

We all have that hidden side. Everyone connected to the dark underbelly of the world has something to hide. And kinky sex seems pretty harmless in comparison to some other stuff.

“You don’t have to let me out of your sight to fuck me down here.” It’s a stupid thing to say and yet also the best plan I can come up with.

Hot sex for me, distraction for him.

After all, sex seems to be the only thing I have an appetite for lately, and pregnant women shouldn’t deny themselves, right?

“Is that what you want?” he asks, his voice now low and husky.

---