Page 63 of Under Control

She breathed out, “I don’t want a loveless marriage. I can’t do that with you.”

“I’ll give you everythingelseyou need.” He unhooked her bra and threw it to the side, massaging each of her mounds and teasing each nipple with focus.

Then he pulled her down into his lap with ferocity, quickly grabbing her jaw. “And just so you know what you are getting into, I’ll give you a taste of what marriage to me will be like.”

His pupils were dilated with arousal, and he traced a line from her lips to her breasts. The same sound of hunger grew in his throat as he moved his hands to play with the edge of her lacy blue panties. He grazed his fingers over her crotch, down low, and she felt soreness in her pussy from the night before—from where he’d taken her virginity. Lifting her, he moved her to straddle him, her legs on either side of his.

“Fuck, Carrick.” She arched backward in pleasure. “I can’t do this.”

“Then go.” He released his grasp on her so she could get away.

But the painful truth was that Danica wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on hers again and to give herself to him completely. She nodded subserviently and fully immersed herself in the role he asked. He was the alpha in the room, demanding that she give in to his dominant play.

She moaned as he touched her. “I can’t go.”

“I’m going to start calling you Miss Paradox,” he growled as he lowered his touch, caressing the skin on her abdomen in a circular motion, alternating between looking in her eyes and openly appreciating what was before him.

Adjusting his cock again in his pants, he said, “You need to decide—now. I can’t handle you with those fucking glasses on.”

She whimpered as he ran his finger over her panties, barely touching her throbbing clit. Goddamn, she needed what he was offering. It wasn’t a fair choice.

And as he teased her once more, she breathed out, “Okay.”

Carrick leaned back, a self-satisfied grin on his face, but then his expression changed and he laid out his conditions.

He grabbed her jaw again, staring her down. “This means you’re mine now. Don’t forget it.”

The possessive words stirred a desire in her that she couldn’t explain. She realized where his psyche had been all along. He’d always wanted her—all of her—for himself. And this was the only way he knew how.

As she relented, falling into his touch, he cupped her breasts and rolled his thumb over each hardened nipple. While he pinched and played, her hips jumped with sensation, a fire rising in her core. He was rougher, harder—and less forgiving. He drew her up to his face, biting each nipple, hurting and pleasing her all the same. ‘Sadistic’ was starting to sound less like a joke.

And with that promise, an aching grew inside her that she needed to be filled. Her pussy throbbed as she looked down at him, kissing and dragging his teeth across her flesh, and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted next without her saying anything.

He grasped her panties firmly. When his gaze caught hers again, she saw the determination, the power. He ripped them off, the lace easily tearing with his force. Then he tossed them aside, running his thick fingers farther down her body. He found the top of her pussy and moved his fingers toward her clit, roughly testing her wetness.

“My, my…aren’t you wet?” he groaned, lust filling his eyes.

“Can you really do this without emotion?” she gasped as he drew his hand up and down her slit.

He licked his lips again. “I’ll teach you how.”

She refused to answer as he pushed his finger into her swollen pussy, which was still aching from being fucked so hard by him the night before. She arched as he did it, showcasing her breasts to him. That only seemed to please him more.

The same grin widened on his mouth. “I’m a fighter, Danica. I don’t have emotions.”

Danica moaned, tilting her head back. She didn’t believe a single word he said, but it didn’t matter what she believed. It only mattered what he did—and if he believed he couldn’t feel, then he wouldn’t.

And though the concern rattled through her mind, she was taken from the thought as he played with her clit so skillfully that it sent incredible shudders up her body. As she squirmed, feeling the pressure rising, he slipped his other hand behind her back to hold her steady—to keep her down.

She was that much closer to coming, since he’d teased it out of her the night prior. Everything felt so sensitive as he touched her.

“Ineedyou,” she breathed, the only words she could cough out as he fingered her harder and faster. “Just fuck me, Carrick. Let’s get this over with.”

He laughed, obviously enjoying how she begged and making her wait.

“Let’s get this over with?” He laughed and scooped her naked body up in his arms as he stood up from the chair. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

He laid her in the middle of the couch and let his black jeans slide off, hitting the floor. With only his boxers on, his hardened cock was punching through. It was just too big to be held in.

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