Page 61 of No Control

“I want you in my bed tonight.”

She looks up at me and releases the doorknob. “Okay,” she breathes out. “But what about Duke?”

“I’ll get him later.”

She audibly swallows and it goes straight to my dick. Lydia thinks she knows what’s coming—but she really has no idea. I don’t want to just fuck her. I want to try to love her. I want to fucking love her.

But I don’t know if I can.

I close the door behind us and lock it. I position her in front of me, my heart pounding in my ears. My hands reach for the hem of her shirt, and I pull it over her head, her blonde hair falling messily over her shoulders. I take a step toward her. She’s tense, her breaths shallow.

I go for her jean shorts next, unbuttoning them, and letting them fall to the floor. My gaze drinks her in, her black bralette and matching underwear contrasting against her creamy skin. I remove my own shirt, and she beats me to my black jeans, unbuttoning them. I ease out of the denim, still transfixed on her.

“Eager,” I murmur, meeting her eyes. They’re on fire with desire and lust. I want to ravage her, my hands shaking. I want my hand wrapped around her throat again, making her come by stealing her oxygen…

But as we shed each other of the remainder of our clothes, she drops to her knees, not even giving me a chance. She holds my eyes as she leans forward, running her tongue around my tip.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as she takes me into the warmth of her mouth. I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling it out of her face. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, her lips encasing my shaft. I’m tempted to hold her there, and gag her, but she starts working back and forth without my help.

“You’re too fucking good at this,” I pant, as she tips her head back enough to meet my gaze with fire in her eyes.

A smile tugs at her lips, even if they’re full of my cock. She lets out a moan of delight as she picks up speed, taking me down her throat. My grip tightens on her hair, and she quickens, drawing me to the edge.

She wants to fucking please me.

And that sends me right over the edge. I come in her mouth, holding her head to my cock, not allowing her to back away until I’m done. Only then do I release her. Lydia swallows, and then looks up at me, running her tongue along her bottom lip.

“Get up,” I rasp, my cock still hard.

However, as I pull her into me, there’s a heavy knock on the door. “What the hell?” I quip, picking up my shirt and tossing it to Lydia. The disturbance fills me with annoyance. “Put that on. In the bathroom. Now.” She nods, blushing as she slips off to the open bathroom door.

I unlock the door and rip it open, holding it in a way so Jude can’t see my dick. “What do you want?” But as soon as the words leave my lips, I can already tell something is all wrong.

“You need to go to Luca. Now.”

“Give me a second.”

I slam the door in his face, my stomach beginning to churn as I reach for my boxer briefs and jeans. There’s never a good reason for me to visit Luca. I get dressed as Lydia appears from the bathroom.

“Is everything okay?” The worry in her face is unsettling.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” I don’t know if that’s honest, and for some reason, lying to her now makes me angry. But if she knew the truth…

It’d be over for her.

I open the dresser drawer and pull out another white T- shirt, ignoring the way her eyes follow my every move. I shrug it on and go back to the drawer, pulling my pistol from under my socks. I don’t look at her.

“Henry…what…what are you involved in?”

I shake my head. “I can’t do this right now.” I turn to her, grab her hand, and pull her into me. Threading my fingers through her hair, I give her a hard kiss on the mouth. I’m given a small amount of relief as she kisses me back until I pull away. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

And with that, I’m out the door, Jude hot on my heels to feed me the news that only happens in my nightmares.

twenty-four

Lydia

Where’s my phone?

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