THE CONTROL: An Arranged Marriage Romance by Elena Monroe (ebook reader android .txt) 📕

he didn’t care much about. I selfishly took whatever I could get like the heathen he made me feel like.

“I always need you.” I could feel my chest tighten knowing I needed him in every way.

His body dipped lower, grazing mine the way that made me wetter. “I’ve been fucking you every night and you still want more?”

Yes, because it’s never enough.

Yes, because you do things to me that I can’t grasp onto when you aren’t touching me.

Yes, because when I come I do see a glimpse of heaven.

My back arched trying to close the mere inches between our bodies from under the blankets, violence urging my bones to take what I wanted from him. “Yes,” my voice whimpered even though I wanted more than for him to fuck me.

I wanted his heart, soul, body, and his forever.

Pushing back into his knees his hand closed around the blankets and slowly pulled them down when the liquor on his breath lingered in the air. “Never satisfied are you, Evey? You always want me to come undone at your hands.”

I swallowed and let my mouth fall open when his fingers skimmed down the center of my body so gracefully it felt holy instead of sinful.

I wasn’t wearing anything, not even panties. I knew he’d give into me eventually, and I was always ready for him.

“So innocent and yet so corrupted, aren’t you, baby?” Getting comfortable between my legs, I felt how hard he was against the inside of my leg through the thin fabric of his underwear. It became his new drinking uniform: a silk robe that belonged to me and Versace briefs.

Pushing the robe down his arms, I watched it get caught on his muscles that didn’t seem to disappear with his bender. Shaking it the rest of the way off, I bent my knees letting them rub his hips in a desperate way that begged for more.

The pad of his thumb brushed my lips. “Looks like an angel but acts like the devil. My soul is already burning eternally, baby girl. There’s no saving me.”

His free hand palmed himself through the fabric, and his face pinched in relief before he pushed the band down on his boxer briefs. Falling out, enraged and hard as steel, he watched up through his lashes at my reaction with a smirk.

Mulling over my full bottom lip, half of me wanted to debate how he would break me this time and the other half was thrilled to be broken by him no matter how he chose to fill me.

“Bowen just fuck me already.” My hands reached for him until he fell over my body, catching himself with his hands before we collided.

The huskiness of his voice drowned out all of my senses until all I could feel was the pulsing in my clit and the burning in the pit of my stomach that needed him to soothe. “What’s the rush, Evey? Maybe I want to take my time with you. Make you beg.”

Opening my legs wider, I felt his tip nudge its way against my entrance while I swore I got drunk off the smell of the liquor on his lips. His lips pressed to mine gently, head bowing between his shoulders, letting his tongue slip into my mouth.

Okay, now I was really drunk off him.

In one motion, Bowen drove his hips into mine and I exhaled into his mouth when every inch felt too big to take, too angry and too broken.

He used to be silent and insecure, but now he fucked me like he was meant to. The confidence leaked from his pours when he started to create a pace that was drawn out and slow enough to make my whole body pulse.

Smoothing up my arms, his fingers laced with mine, dragging my hands up to the headboard to take what little control I had left. All of me arched into Bowen when my moans got stifled in my throat, choked and strained.

“You’ll never stop loving me, will you? Even though I’m doomed.” His thrusts were punishingly brutal, and I felt him deeper than I ever had. He was penetrating parts of me that would never recover or heal.

Bowen was a sickness, an addition, a scar, a cure—all in one. I would never recover and it was a vicious cycle.

I was breathing heavily through my own words. “No, I’ll never stop loving you, Bowen. Doomed, damned, or redeemed.” Catching my lips, I moaned around his tongue dancing with mine and dug my fingers into his hands.

Dropping his head from my mouth, he left kisses down my chest until his lips closed around my hard nipple and I felt his teeth gently grate against my sensitive skin. I inhaled instead exhaling the minute I tripped over the surprise orgasm.

My legs stilled, my lower back steeled, my hands tightened and all of me came undone. I was hot lava inside, and I swore he was going to get burned if he touched me. “Coming for me already? I’m starting to build forbearance for you, Evey.”

Pushing him down, I kept our hands laced while I got comfortable straddling his lap the way I knew he couldn’t take. He liked being in control after having it ripped from his life, but he liked being ruined by me when I took control from him even more.

Maybe it replaced his bad memories.

“Forbearance?” Swaying my hips on top of him, I let them roll forward and the moans in my chest felt heavy as I released them into his mouth. Trailing kisses down to his neck, I whispered into his ear, making him moan. “I’m your only weakness, Bowen. Your damnation… and your redemption.”

Taking control back, I felt him pin one hand to my hip and the other behind my back as he sat up. With my