Page 35 of Hers to Control

I shrug the remnants of my shirt off, and open the clasp of my bra, shrugging out of it. Eric grabs it and throws it to the side, while I grab for the bottom of his shirt to get it off of him. Trying to tug it up is harder than I expected since our combined weight is pressing down on his upper body.

Eric moves to lift himself up, but I shake my head. “Give me your knife. It’s only fair I cut your shirt now.”

His eyes darken as I make my request. After a brief hesitation, he reaches for the sheath attached to his belt and retrieves the knife, handing it to me hilt first.

I take it with a smirk. With a swift motion, I slice through the fabric of his shirt, exposing the hard planes of his chest beneath. The material falls away and Eric’s gaze locks with mine, a hunger burning in his eyes.

I toss the knife aside and press my body against his, the heat of that contact igniting a fire that burns right down to my pussy. His hands roam over my bare skin, sending shivers of pleasure cascading down my spine. I arch into his touch, craving the feel of his hands on me.

His fingers grip my hips with a possessiveness that sets my pulse racing, and I buck against him, making us both groan.

“No more knife play?” Eric asks, sounding smug. It makes me wish I hadn’t thrown the knife to the side.

“I can still hurt you,” I promise, and instead of disdain, his eyes flash with interest.

“Planning to break my cock while you ride it?” He challenges, but it almost sounds as if he’s teasing me.

I remind myself that I’m supposed to play suitably submissive after being caught. I’m only doing this to set myself up for mynext escape attempt, but his lips close around my left nipple, and the idea of riding his cock suddenly becomes all-consuming.

I grip his hair and pull him away, much to my own dismay.

“Let me take my pants off.”

“By all means.” Now he really is grinning and,fuck me, but that makes him even hotter. For a second, I can actually pretend he isn’t such an asshole.

With a smirk, I shift back slightly, giving myself room to maneuver. My fingers work quickly, undoing the button of my pants and pulling down the zipper. As I shimmy out of my jeans, I can feel Eric’s eyes burning into me, his gaze raking over my exposed skin with a hunger that sends a thrill coursing through me.

I kick my pants aside, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the way Eric’s gaze follows their path. No longer in the mood to wait, I reach for the hem of his jeans, tugging them down his toned legs.

Apparently, killing people for a job keeps you in shape.

His cock springs free, thick and hard. Suddenly, my arousal pisses me off. He’s trying to control me, putting Peanut at risk. He’s just another man whose presence in my life is going to contribute to bringing me down, no matter what good choices I make. I wrap my hand around his cock, squeezing hard enough that I am sure it must hurt.

Except, it feels good. For me, at least. I relish the feel of his hot, throbbing length in my grasp. It’s like a power rush.

“Careful Mia, or I’ll stop playing nice.” Eric growls.

I stroke him down his length and smirk as his breath hitches. A low groan escapes his lips when I reverse and stroke him upward. His hands find their way to my hips again, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

I straddle him once more, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against me as I sink down onto his cock. A gasp escapesmy lips as he fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way possible.

We move in a rhythm that’s a fight for dominance. Each thrust of his sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. His hips buck up from below me, and I grind myself against him, not caring whether it feels good for him, too.

“Hell, yes. Fuck me, Mia.” Eric groans.

“Fuck yourself,” I tell him, meaning each word even as I take my pleasure from him.

I can feel the tension coiling within me, ready to snap at any moment. Again and again I move, leaning forward to rub my clit against Eric’s coarse pubic hair. His tongue invades my mouth, stopping him from talking. And then the tension snaps. Ecstasy rushes through me, and only Eric’s hands around my waist keep me upright as electric spasms rush through my body.

As I come down from my high, I collapse against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. Eric wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, and just for the moment, I let him.

Chapter Thirteen

Eric

The clinic in town isn’t what I would prefer. There are a bunch of fancy nurses working here instead of doctors, but at least they were able to give us a quick appointment after I told them my pregnant wife got mugged and beaten.

“We will need to speak with your wife alone.”

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