Page 78 of Hers to Control

I let go of his lip, tasting a bit of blood where my teeth penetrated through his skin, and for some fucked up reason, that salty taste makes my vagina clench.

“I just reached that scene where the killer cuts her breasts,” I murmur as Eric pulls off my shirt. I no longer wear a bra at home because with each month of pregnancy, my breasts have become more sensitive and I hate the way bras feel on me now.

“Yeah?” he asks distractedly as he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“God.” I groan, the sensation so intense that I let my head flop back onto the couch cushion. Eric kneels down next to the couch, his full attention now on my breasts, and I’m not about to argue.

“Did it turn you on to read how he carved his name into her tits? Stupid move, if you ask me, but I can’t deny it turns me on a bit.” He murmurs as he lets go of one nipple and then sucks the other into his mouth.

“That’s messed up,” I huff, rolling my eyes, though that’s more a result of the intense zinging of the synapses in my brain, fired on by the sucking sensation of Eric feasting on my breast, rather than a response to the psychopathic idea that carving your name into someone could be a turn on.

“No different from getting a tattoo,” Eric disagrees, and I decide that this is about the time to drop the topic and focus on more important things. Like getting Eric to move his attention further south.

Not feeling in the mood to be subtle, I grip his hair again and push his head down.

He chuckles as he pulls my tights down and blows some air against my heated flesh. Then he licks me, and once again I smirk at the thought that Italians are just better at that. It’s the passion with which they eat, I think. Whatever it is, it’s driving my body insane, and my head right along with it.

Two of his fingers part me and push inside of my heat, his mouth forming an ‘o’ around my clit and repeating the sucking motion that has my nipples still standing at attention. The memory of how his mouth felt on my breasts has my brain conjure up the sensation and the combined in and out of his finger with the throbbing of my nipples has me crying out his name. I’m only seconds away from reaching my orgasm, feeling amazing.

And then Eric stops.

Just stops.

He sits up, looking down at me with a satisfied look. It takes me a moment to process what he’s doing, then I push myself up to face him. Unfortunately, pushing myself up is no longer all that easy, so it takes me a moment, ruining my response time.

“What?”

“Tell me the date.”

“You’re not serious.” He cannot be serious.

“Of course I am. Tell me the date.”

I stare at him in utter outrage. “Or what?”

“Or this.” He looks down at my spread legs, arousal glistening on my folds, then looks up at me again, eyebrow raised. “Tell me what day you will marry me. I’m done waiting.”

“So what? You’ll make me wait to get off until I marry you?” If that’s his plan, I’ve got news for him. Demonstratively, I move my hand between my legs and start touching myself.

His eyes follow my movement, and he watches for a while, letting me put on a show. Not the reaction I want.

“You know this means no sex for you, too, don’t you?”

He laughs. Actually laughs. “You don’t need to get off while I fuck you.”

What he doesn’t know is that I actually have a date planned. In fact, I have even made all the arrangements. The day I received the call from Millhaven informing me of my father’s death, I made a decision—I would marry Eric. Not because I need a family. I lived my entire life without knowing what it feels like to truly have a family, but because Eric is the only person who ever made me feel like I actually want to create a family for myself.

Not that I’m about to tell him that now.

“Fine. Try fucking me without getting me off, then.” Another challenge. His eyes blaze. This isn’t what he wants, but I’ve got him by the balls.

“You won’t get away with this for much longer, Mia.” He growls before pulling off his pants and pushing between my legs.

“You’re repeating yourself. Did you know that?” I grin up at him, but I can’t keep my attitude up when he presses into me with a deep, fast thrust.

The joke is on him though, because his cock impaling me is all it takes to send me over the edge and I come around him in ripples that make him curse.

Soon we’ll get married but before that, Eric Merlino is learning who’s really in control.

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