Page 101 of Love Without Control

Eden sank her teeth into her bottom lip and lifted one leg, hooking it over my hip and anchoring her ankle against my butt. “Is this how you’d fuck me in front of all these people?” Her voice was a purr, her soft lips moving against mine as she spoke.

Taking her mouth, I bent my knees to cradle my cock against her sex, holding her ass with both hands. And then we dry-fucked right on the dance floor with bodies all around us. I barely noticed them. I was lost in Eden, the stroke of her tongue synchronized with the raunchy rhythm of our grinding hips. I’d never been more turned on in my life.

Our bodies were sticky with sweat, my white dress shirt clinging like Saran Wrap to my chest and stomach as I mimicked what I was planning to do to her when we got to our room. A good, hard fuck. Damp bodies writhing together in the most carnal of dances.

Bending my head, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard as she cried out, her hands tangling in my hair. It was loose around my shoulders, other than a tiny braid Eden had fashioned and tucked behind my ear. My dick throbbed in my pants, attempting to break free when her nipple hardened into a bullet against my tongue through the thin fabric of her dress. She obviously was not wearing a bra.

I thought about picking her up and carrying her to the restroom to take her there, but I didn’t want to fuck my wife against the wall of a dirty bathroom. Not when we had a perfectly good hotel room that was less than ten minutes away.

Thankfully, the song came to an end, and I unwound Eden’s leg from my waist before straightening the circle skirt of her dress. Her eyes held the same heavy heat as mine.

“Let’s go,” I told her gruffly, taking her hand and leading her to the corner booth we’d shared. I’d been wearing a suit jacket and tie for dinner but had shucked both before she’d dragged me onto the dance floor at this club. Picking them up, I wrapped the tie around her neck and slung the jacket over one of my shoulders.

We’d only made it halfway to the front door when Eden stumbled, grabbing hold of my arm. “Shit!” she said when I turned to see what was wrong. “My heel broke.” I looked down to see the heel of her left shoe hanging at an odd angle.

“I gotcha,” I told her, scooping her up like a bride and striding the rest of the way to the door. She giggled against my neck, and it was the best fucking sound I’d ever heard.

Once outside, I set her gingerly on her feet. “I’ll go get the car. You stay right here by the door.” Most of the street was dark, but the sidewalk in front of the nightclub was lit by a single overhead light and bright neon signs in the windows.

Her eyes glistened in the dim October night, and she pinched my ass. “Hurry up, husband.”

Motherfucker, that’s hot.

Giving her a quick, hard kiss on the lips, I took off at a jog to reach the parking garage two blocks away. The evening air against my wet shirt did little to cool the flames inching across every inch of my body. Despite my inability to say those three little words to my wife, our passion hadn’t suffered a bit over the past few months. We were constantly wild for each other.

I started the vehicle, exited the garage and looped around the block, pulling up on the street in front of the club, my eyes immediately finding the sparkle of her pink dress. But she wasn’t alone.

I’d heard people say their vision went red when they were angry, but my sight was clouded only by darkness. Like the pits of hell, so deep that there were no more flames, only the blackest of ash.

Slamming the vehicle into park, I reached for something in my console before leaping out of the car and sprinting to the sidewalk where a big, hairy motherfucker was talking to Eden.

“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna get all up in those little panties of yours. What color are they? Bet they’re red, aren’t they? Like whore panties.” Neither of them noticed my approach. This hairy asshole would never survive in the wild because he obviously didn’t sense the presence of a true predator right behind him.

Eden took a limping step backward, her broken heel scraping across the concrete. “No. Back off, asshole. My husband will be here in about twenty seconds.”More like two seconds, baby.

The man’s filthy mouth continued spewing slurred words at her as he laughed and took another step toward her. “Fuck your husband. I’m going to be the one in your panties tonight, sweet thang. You ain’t ever—”

He was unable to finish whatever bullshit he was about to say because as soon as his grubby hand grasped her shoulder, my arm was around his thick throat, the tip of my knife pressed into the flabby flesh beneath his chin. I had several inches of height on him, but he probably outweighed me by twenty or so pounds. Nevertheless, I had the element of surprise—as well as an all-consuming rage—on my side, and within seconds, I had dragged the startled prick deep into the brick-lined alley where only a sliver of light reached us.

“What the fuck?” he said on a strangled breath.

I pressed the knife upward until I felt the flesh give way. Just a bit. I wasn’t ready to kill him quite yet. The scent of fear rolled off his skin and filled the alleyway. I’d almost forgotten that smell, the way anxiety changed the chemistry of a person’s sweat into something mustier. It was probably not discernible to most people, but to a man like me… Yeah, I reveled in that shit.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to my wife like that? To fuckingtouch her?” I hissed into his ear.

“I’m… I’m… Jeb,” he replied like I had actually been asking his fucking name.

“Good to know. I like to know the names of the people I kill,” I say coldly, drawing a whimper from his lips.Not such a big man now, are you?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

In a flash, I had him swung around to face me, the blade of my knife now flat against his fleshy neck. “You didn’tknow?” I bit out, my voice suffused with rage like an overfilled balloon. “When she told you to back off, you didn’t fuckingknow?”

“I was just having… a little fun.”

“Fun.” Every muscle in my jaw was tensed so tightly I was surprised they didn’t snap. “It’s fun to rape a woman? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“I-I was… I thought she wanted it.”

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