Page 91 of Control Me

Abigail’s gaze instantly connects with mine.

I watch as I slowly push inside her until I’m buried to the hilt, then pull out even slower, her arousal coating my cock.

“I love seeing my cock fuck your wet pussy.”

When I thrust inside her again, the imprint of my cock actually shows beneath her skin. I fucking reach all the way to her belly button.

I brush my fingers over her abdomen, feeling the indent of me so fucking deep inside her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Losing my mind, I thrust faster, my eyes glued to her abdomen as I watch myself fuck her.

“Oh God,” she starts to chant, her body trembling. “Nikolai!” she cries.

“Come, baby,” I give the order she desperately needs.

Abigail shatters beneath me, her moans and whimpers filling the air.

I hammer into my woman as if my life would end if I dared to stop.

She’s sobbing by the time pleasure sizzles down my spine. My ass clenches, and I bare my teeth, the orgasm ripping through me, robbing me of all control.

Drained of my strength, I slump over Abigail while desperately gasping for air. “Christ…that…was…amazing.”

With some of my strength returning, I lazily plunge inside her, chasing the last of my orgasm.

“I’m dead,” Abigail groans beneath me. “But what a way to die.”

Chapter 34

Abbie

While I’m reluctantly zipping up my bag, my phone rings.

Thinking it’s Aurora because she’s the only person who calls me often, I answer. “Hey.”

“Where the fuck are you?” my father’s voice rumbles over the line.

Shit.

“Ah…Father.”

“Who gave you permission to leave St. Monarch’s?” he demands.

“I’m almost twenty-two,” I argue. “I can make decisions without your permission.”

“Get back to St. Monarch’s. Today!”

The call ends, and I inhale a deep breath before dropping the device on the bed.

Hi, Abbie. How are you, Abbie?

Jesus, would it be so hard to show me some love?

I swear, sometimes I wonder whether I wasn’t adopted. I’d never treat my child like this.

Suddenly Nikolai asks, “What’s wrong?”

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