Page 6 of Hers to Control

Suddenly, that seems very stupid and depressing.

The Russians might very well be looking to kill me, and here I am, on the run to save my own skin when I haven’t indulged in the kind of fun that makes life worthwhile for far too long. Never indulging in any risk, because I was always too aware that someone else was creating enough risks for me.

Well, those other risks suddenly don’t seem like enough.

Eric’s hand emerges with his phone. “I’ll order something in tonight. Tomorrow we can get supplies from the store.”

I ignore him. My realization demands immediate action, and I start walking towards him.

I already know what he looks like, but now I take in his face with more focus. He has sharp, chiseled features that accentuate his Italian heritage. His jawline is strong and defined, adding a touch of rugged masculinity. His thick, dark eyebrows frame piercing hazel eyes that seem to hold a hint of danger, like he’s seen things most people can only imagine.

His hair, a rich chestnut brown, is stylishly disheveled, falling in thick waves that perfectly complement his angular face. A few rebellious strands graze his forehead. There’s an air of confidence about him, as if he knows he can handle anything that comes his way.

This moment, to me, is like a challenge. I’ll never again let a man take charge of me, and Eric is the kind of guy who would try.

He is pure temptation.

Dressed impeccably in a fitted black shirt that hugs his broad shoulders, he exudes an underlying edge to his personality. He’s part of the Italian mafia, and while he might go unnoticed by the courts, there is no way he can hide that he’s a dangerous man. Whether it’s his looks or my newfound desire to take a risk and indulge in the moment, rather than stress about the decisions I’ll have to make tomorrow, there is a magnetic pull that draws me towards him despite the danger that surrounds us.

Despite the danger that surrounds him.

He carries himself with a controlled intensity, like a predator aware of his surroundings, ready to pounce when the time is right. And right now, his eyes are locked on me as I advance on him.

I dare him to pounce, because that’s exactly the type of distraction I need right now.

Eric

It’s hard to miss Mia’s intention as she closes the distance between us and anticipation primes my body for her nearness.

My cock grows hard as fuck.

My eyes travel over her body, the way they have been again and again since I picked her up. She’s like a candy you just can’tget enough of. And hell fucking yes, she’s looking me over the same way.

There is no point in pretending I don’t know exactly what’s going on and I don’t give a shit about her motivation. I just want the end result, so when she gets close enough, I reach out for her hips and pull her against me. “Dinner later, then?”

Her throaty laugh has my dick pressed hard against her warmth, her body now flush against my own.

“Yeah, dinner later.” And then she reaches her head up to kiss me, and I meet her halfway. What follows is about as close to a wrestling match as a kiss can get. She’s aggressive, demanding, and hell if my body doesn’t respond to that.

I dig my fingers into her hips, roughly pulling her even closer against me, only for her to press her knee between my legs, pushing upward to create friction that has me groaning into her mouth.

She pushes further against me, and I pull her on top of me as I let myself fall back onto the bed.

For a moment, I need to relinquish my hold on her body to push my duffel bag aside, and Mia seizes the opportunity. Her hand presses down on my arm, taking hold of my other arm at the same time. She holds them firm, as her tongue darts in and out of my mouth, more devouring me than trying to entice me.

Hell, the woman is like none of the others that I’ve fucked, and I can’t say I don’t have a track record. Even just her kisses are more like molten lava than a safe, casual fuck.

Well, who am I to mess with such an opportunity? I let her rub her pussy over my cock, both still covered by a layer of clothing and yet sensitive to the pressure. She sure isn’t holding back, taking her enjoyment as she pleases.

If it weren’t for the growing urgency that makes my balls feel tight as fuck, I might have been okay lying here all night like that,possessing her mouth even as she only teases my cock, but as it is, it seems like a damn good time to move things along.

Yanking my arms free, I close my right hand around the nape of her neck. She pushes back against it, fighting my hold on her. I don’t ease the pressure. Instead, I force my tongue back into her mouth. The way it slides between her wet, hot lips is pure torture and her responding moan makes her futile efforts to pull back laughable.

Just as I pull my tongue free, she bites down on my lower lip hard. The sting of it hardly warrants my attention, but the taste of my own blood stirs something inside me. Or rather, it stirs my cock into a fucking frenzy.

“That’s how you want it? I can do that.” My voice comes out in a low growl and I watch Mia’s pupils dilate in response.

“Can you handle it?” Her challenge is confident, like she knows she’ll be able to handle anything I could possibly do to her, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing any woman has ever said to me.

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