Page 61 of Love Without Control

My eyes widened in horror. “He’s diabolical.”

“I’m aware,” Dane said dryly, slowly removing my phone from beneath his thigh. “I found a short clip from one of the New York news stations about the fire. Would you like to see?”

My answer came immediately. “Yes.”

His thumbs flew over the keys, and then he tapped the play icon on a video before handing me the phone.

A female newscaster with her blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail spoke into the camera. “Firefighters were called to the home of fashion icon Paul Bouvier in the early hours of Wednesday morning. Greg, what did you find out?”

The view switched to a man—presumably Greg—in front of my old house. A squeak escaped from my lips, but I quickly suppressed it as the reporter spoke. “Thank you, Linda. The fire began at about one in the morning. Mr. Bouvier was reportedly in the home alone and smelled smoke. Firefighters responded within minutes, and the flames were extinguished quickly. I spoke with one fireman, and he told me it appeared to be an electrical fire.”

The camera angle changed, showing smoke coming out of an upstairs room, and I paused the video when I recognized my dad off to one side, speaking to a female firefighter. He was wearing plaid pajama pants and a gray long-sleeved T-shirt.

“Dad,” I whispered, ghosting my finger over his image on the screen. That’s when I noticed where the smoke was coming from. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Dane asked, leaning closer to peer at the screen.

My eyes were wider than a full moon. “Th-that’s my bedroom.”

The grim set of Dane’s mouth told me he had the same question as me.Was my bedroom targeted specifically?

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’m going to hire some people to keep an eye on your family.”

“Y-you are?” I stuttered.

He lifted my chin with two fingers and kissed the tip of my nose, letting his lips linger there for a second. “Of course, baby. Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid. If I wasn’t sure before, the fact that it’s your room where the fire was sealed the deal. I’m almost positive this is a test.”

Everything inside me yearned to call my dad. My bones ached with it, but I was so afraid Dane was right about this. His father scared the shit out of me.

“Do you think he’ll do anything to my brothers?” I asked, nestling my face into his neck and inhaling his musky cologne.

“Luca is a complete prick, but he’s not stupid. Two attacks on the same family would definitely draw attention, and that’s the last thing he wants. He’s just testing us to see if he will get a response. If there’s not one, he’ll assume we’re really dead and move on to other things.”

I nodded as he stroked the back of my neck and down my spine. “Okay, I won’t call them.” Lifting my head, I looked intently into his eyes and forced my voice into something stern. “I want to knoweverythingyou find out from the people watching my family.”

“I promise,” he said, not looking away. “Why don’t you get to bed, and I’ll make some phone calls? Get all that set up.”

“Okay,” I said again, rising on shaky legs.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I allowed my tears to fall, soaking the soft fabric beneath my cheek until I fell asleep.

And that’s the night my nightmares began.

Chapter 19

Ihaddevelopedquitethe bedroom routine over the past few weeks.Number one, check to make sure Eden is asleep. Number two, grab a towel from the bathroom before heading into my room. Number three, fuck the hell out of my hand while I think about my wife.

I was currently standing beside my bed, working on task number three, my fist wrapped around my length as I imagined Eden on her knees in front of me. She wasn’t wearing her contacts, so her naturally blue eyes stared up at me, tears leaking from the corners because I was fucking gagging her.

“That’s it, baby girl. Choke on me.”

A squelching noise came from her throat when I breached that tight channel, and I groaned, pure pleasure coursing through every cell in my body.

“That smart mouth of yours ain’t so sassy with a cock stuffed in it, is it, little Wildcat?” Her pretty lips shifted around my dick, the corners curving up into a distorted smile. Even when I was balls deep in her mouth, she was still a damn smartass, and I loved it.

“Does it turn you on to have your face fucked, Eden?” She nodded earnestly at my dirty words, and I pulled out, bending to kiss her fuck-swollen lips. “You want to touch your cunt, don’t you?” I whispered against her mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, and I had to tighten my fingers around the crown of my cock to keep from blowing my load too soon. I loved these little fantasies of mine and wanted them to last for as long as possible. They always seemed to be over way too soon though. My imagination was simply too vivid when I thought of Eden.

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