Page 54 of Hers to Control

“Jesus, woman,” Eric groans, holding still as I ride out my orgasm. He looks as if he’s in pain, and the second the waves of pleasure subside somewhat, it’s as if he’s released from some painful hold and he starts hammering into me.

With his body rocking against mine with force, there is suddenly a warmth spreading out across my chest that has nothing to do with the heat between us.

“Eric, wait,” I order, and for once he actually listens to me.

A small rivulet of blood is running down my chest. It’s only a couple of drops, but Eric’s expression turns murderous. His lips twitch and his eyes stare down at the blood as if he’s envisioning an entirely different bloodbath in his head.

I can’t have that.

I need to be distracted.

“None of the stitches tore. I’m fine. Keep going.”

When he doesn’t immediately react, I pull up my right foot and do my best to kick him in the ass, which has the added benefit of rocking his cock inside of me in a way that promises exactly how effective he can be as a distraction.

Eric’s eyes finally flick up from the blood on my chest to meet my gaze. “Not like this,” he says and pulls out of me.

Having nothing better in reach, I take a pillow and throw it at him. Instead of pissing him off, as I intended, that has the asshole’s mouth twitching into an actual smile.

The man is infuriating.

Eric

Mia looks as if she’s ready to lose her shit which turns me the fuck on. This is the woman I can’t stop thinking about and I love that she’s showing her teeth again.

Nobody can break this woman.

Still, I’m sure as fuck not going to risk hurting her, which is why I get off the bed, and place the pillow she threw at me down with another one, to set up a proper cushion for her.

“Come here,” I say and watch as she debates whether to comply or to yell at me. Either way’s good with me, really, but when she actually moves to lie on the pillows, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, my dick is happy to slide right back into her.

If that’s what my girl needs, she’s going to get it.

“Might hurt less this way,” I offer before diving back into her, going a bit slower this time.

“Don’t go easy on me, you asshole,” she immediately complains.

I stop moving completely and just stare at her. There is a good chance she’s contemplating kicking me again, and part of me would relish the fight. Relish feeling that fire burn in her again after she looked like the fucking Russians had managed to subdue it.

“I can go find someone else who’ll actually fuck me if you don’t get to it,” Mia threatens. That’s crossing a fucking line and she knows it, but just in case she doesn’t I grab my jeans that are still on the bed and pull my knife out.

Leaning down towards her face, enjoying the way the movement has my dick sliding inside of her, I put my knife against her throat. “You’re mine. No one else will get you.”

I expect her to react and do something to push me back, but what I sure as hell don’t see coming is how fast she moves despite her injuries.

Her hands fly up to get a hold of my arm, at the same time, she twists her body to move herself away from the blade, her neck now more under the handle than the sharp edge. She curls in on herself and in the next second, her legs fly out to kick against my knee. At this point, I see it coming and manage to side-step her attack, but she’s still fucking impressive.

“Stop that shit.” I might enjoy her tenacity, but I won’t allow her to tear her stitches. “You’ll start bleeding again.”

“Says the guy who put a knife to my throat.”

“Only because you talked about fucking other men.” I press the words through my clenched teeth and see a smirk pop onto her lips. There is a good chance the woman will drive me nuts one day, but she is still mine, and it’s time to get back to driving that point home.

“Now let me fuck you.”

“That’s what I’ve been demanding the entire time,” she snaps back, making me bark out a laugh.

Mia is fucking fun.

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