Page 75 of Cursed

Ah, ah…No touching that.

I pulled his wandering hands to my breasts and grabbed his shoulders, and pressed him down.

He resisted, but only for a moment, and an expression that was torn between amusement and confusion played over his face. The look of shock was replaced by a sharp grin that told me he was enjoying this reversal as I stepped away from the bench and he allowed me to take control. I maneuvered him onto his back on the concrete floor of the garage, and he fumbled with his belt and the button fly of his jeans.

I fell to my knees beside him, slapped his hands away, and tugged his jeans down with feverish hands. He groaned, shifted to help me, and then pulled his shirt up and over his head to reveal the dark tattoos that twisted over his chest and upper arms like the vines he controlled in the gardens.

And in my nightmares.

Valen’s sharp intake of breath filled my ears as I bent to take his cock into my mouth.

His fingers wrapped around my ponytail as my lips closed around his hard length.

I tasted him, savored him, and reveled in the sounds he made—soft, guttural moans that were swept into the cool garage air. He was hard and burning hot, and I moved my head slowly, exploring him until I knew the feel of him intimately. His body writhed beneath me, desperate for more.

The dangerous thrill of power and control surged through me—holding him at my mercy was a heady thing.

But I had to maintain it and use it to my advantage.

As his pleasure escalated, so did my confidence.

I allowed a small smile to play on my lips, emboldened by the almost feral sound that escaped him as he surrendered to my manipulation.

“Avril…” His voice was hoarse. His fingers tightened on my hair and held me in place as his hips bucked upward so he could fuck my mouth. The desperation in his voice sent a shock of triumph through me. He was utterly lost in the thrall of the moment—exactly where I needed him. I closed my eyes and stayed still as he thrust deep into my throat, choking me on his thick cock. It took everything in me not to pull away, but I willed myself to stay still and allowed him to control the situation, but only for a moment, before I pushed his hand away.

I was in control.

He let out a thick groan as I released him from my mouth and swung my leg over his waist to straddle him. The head of his cock pressed against my pussy, and I held his gaze as I reached between us to grip him and position him at my soaking entrance.

Being in control had made me wet—so wet—and his dark blue eyes widened as I teased him with the slick heat of my cunt.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. It was a deep kiss that made him respond with equal fervor as I sank down slowly on his cock.

Gods, he felt good.

Thick and hard, it stretched my pussy as I took every inch of him inside me.

“Fuck, Avril,” he choked out.

He tried to grab my thighs, but I grabbed his hands and pulled them to my breasts. He tugged at the expensive fabric of my dress; the straps slipped from my shoulders, and he groaned as my breasts were exposed to his eager palms.

But I didn’t want his hands on me.

They were a distraction, and as he squeezed my breasts and plucked at my nipples, I felt my control beginning to slip away.

It would have been so easy to just—give in and allow him to fuck me the way he wanted.

But this wasn’t about him… or us.

He had something I needed.

My body ached to move faster and take the pounding I craved… but I grabbed Valen’s hands. He chuckled, but there was confusion in his eyes.

“Bossy—” he said.

“Hush,” I hissed.

I leaned forward, and he groaned as I moved. I pinned his arms to the floor above his head and looked for something to secure them with.

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