Page 56 of No Control

And I nearly explode at the sound.

I rip the material of her underwear and rid myself of my sweats. My cock is throbbing. “I fucking need you, Lydia.” The words come out of my mouth in a heady rasp of desire, and I force her legs apart.

Her breath is sharp as I press into her, my eyes nearly rolling back into my head as I enter the tight, warm, and wet place. A whimper slips from her lips as our eyes lock, and I fill her the rest of the way.

“You feel so good,” I groan, falling forward. I rest with a fisted hand on either side of her head as I pump in and out, ridding my mind of the events of last night—of the woman lying broken on the bed.

twenty-two

Lydia

Holy...

My mind feels hazy as Henry fucks me, the weight of his body coming down on mine. I grab for him, my fingernails digging into the inked snake wrapping around a skull on his chest. His eyes are dark and hooded but fixated on my face rather than his cock ravaging me. I never thought I’d wake up to this, and I never knew I’d enjoy it so much.

Pleasure builds in my core as he thrusts, every stroke hitting something the right way deep inside of me. His right hand lifts from beside my head as he suddenly slows, his thumb running along my lower lip.

“Will you trust me?” The words come out low and in almost a growl as he presses his thumb into my mouth.

Innately, as if I’ve done it a thousand times before, I suck his thumb. His pupils dilate, and I find myself nodding in response to his question. I’ll consider the real answer later—when I’m not on the edge of an orgasm.

Henry’s expression grows dark, pulling his hand from my face. His hips still, leaving himself lodged deep inside of me, but unmoving. I brace as his fingers glide across my jaw, leaving goosebumps in their wake...

And then wrap around my throat.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll try. ”

He’ll try?

I squeak out a sound, but he squeezes, cutting off my air supply.

“If you can’t speak then tap my arm twice,” he continues, leaning down and brushing his lips to mine. Finally. Ever since I woke up to him in my bed, I wanted him to kiss me.

Though I can’t exactly kiss him back right now.

I manage to part my lips, and he loosens his grip, letting me have air as he devours my mouth. Arousal floods my system as I taste him again, and the forbidden act of playing with my life might be the biggest turn on I’ve ever felt. He has so much power, and yet, I feel empowered. His hips begin to move again, and my need to come rises back like it never faded. Henry pulls his lips from mine, his face darkening as he begins to squeeze my throat…

And the dance begins.

He thrusts his cock into me, the momentum behind his body increasing. My hips rock with him, building my own pleasure. But as I gasp for air, his fingers dig into my skin, cutting off my supply. My eyes widen as my head begins to go light, but then feel a strong urge to close. My vision begins to go, blurring with Henry above me, his troubled eyes icier than ever. And just as I reach up to tap him, he releases, letting me fill my lungs greedily with air.

Arousal pours to my pussy, and suddenly I orgasm, a warm sensation rolling through my body.

“Henry!” I cry out, my eyes growing wet as his force only increases. I pulse around him, and he sucks in a sharp breath. His body tenses, shuddering as he lets out a groan, coming inside of me.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, leaning over me and giving me a light kiss. He releases my throat, and my hands fly up where his just was, raking over the spot.

Is this going to bruise?

I swallow, expecting to feel pain, but there is none. In fact, I don’t feel any discomfort at all—on my throat anyway. As he pulls out, there is an ache between my legs, but I’m not sure if it’s because I want him to fill me again—or because he fucked me harder than I’ve ever been before.

My eyes stay glued to him as he grabs his pants, and then eases them up over his hips. “Where did you go last night?” I blurt the words out before I can stop myself.

“Work.”

I purse my lips, hating the answer. That’s not a real answer, and anger builds in my chest. Without saying anything, I reach over and grab my shirt, pulling it over my head.

“What’s wrong?” he calls after me as I climb out of bed, ignoring his gaze. I head straight for the bathroom and turn on the shower. It’s amazing how fast incredible sex can turn into a mixture of overwhelming and unwanted emotions.

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