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

Hopefully Grace doesn’t notice my suitcases under the bed while she’s in my temporary room.

Tossing his phone towards the end of the bed, he closed in on me in a way that made my body instantly heat up.

Close proximity to the devil should make you sweat. Even when he’s in disguise.

“Take this off, Evey,” his voice pinned me down and motivated me all at once.

Pulling the silk top over my head, I let it drop next to me. My perky little breasts pinched at the nipples, and I felt on display even though Bowey was only in boxer briefs.

Pulling the tie on my matching silk shorts, he leaned into me before his hands tugged them down my legs painfully slowly.

He was in no rush to have me—even drunk.

I was going to have to soothe my ego for the rest of my life… I was either smothered in love or desperate for it.

His lips dragged against my breasts while his fingers toyed with the lace of my panties. Shifting his eyes up, he almost whispered his words, “Tell me you want me to make you come...”

I didn’t know how to respond so I started to nod my head instead. My voice went hoarse and my panties felt uncomfortably wet.

Gently suckling my skin, he smirked, “Say it, Evey. Tell me I can make you come.”

Drunk Bowen was brave, and I couldn’t see any parts poisoning the well of how much this seemed like the version I imagined he’d grow up to be.

“Make me come. Please.” I was so terrified he was joking that the desperation leaked into my voice.

Our orgasm in the shower and tryst in the car after my tattoo seemed too long ago—long enough ago to make me greedy. I was so used to us toying with each other, pushing each other to the edge and reeling it all back like nothing happened.

We were good at acting like angels but flirting like devils.

His fingers pushed my panties to the side, and he touched me so gently, I felt myself hold my breath just to focus on him. Pushing my knees apart more, the pads of his fingers found my clit.

His punishment didn’t stop as me took his time to explore me, tease me delicately until I was ready to beg. Before I could say a thing, his fingers slipped right inside me, and I clenched down around them, letting a moan escape my mouth as he came to hover over me.

“Bow-” I cut off my own words when his ring grazed my already sensitive clit and his mouth dropped down to my neck. He was flush against my skin and close enough to swallow my moans.

His tongue snaked out, licking up my neck to my lips without hesitation.

Confidence looked good on him; I just wish it didn’t smell like a drunk.

His fingers crawled deeper inside me as he mumbled, “I like watching you break. I like being the reason you break more.” I wanted to ask why. He saw it written all over me, concealing anything from him was difficult and when he’s touching me, it’s impossible.

“I can see it in your eyebrows, you want to know why… Because your pretty only breaks for me. No one wants your ugly except me, Evey.”

Almost like he was punishing me for asking, I felt his fingers slip in and out of me at a faster pace, making the vice between my legs feel a lot tighter.

I had a death grip on his fingers, and if this turned out to be a false orgasm, I was going to break the way he wanted.

I was a mess, ugly even, all at his hands and I didn’t care to keep up appearances. Bowen liked my pieces broken, mangled, and ugly—with less purity.

His lips dragged against my ear while my body chased his fingers every time they tried to slip out. “I know you want to, Evey. You want to come so badly. Come for me.”

My body listened to his commands shrouded in confidence and authority. It only made my knees close up and my hips buck against his hand.

“Bowey.” My voice melted into something barely audible when I felt the flames of an orgasm starting at the bottom of my stomach.

His fingers were so deep; I felt the ring pushing into my clit, massaging me while buried inside me. Moans flooded my lungs and throat that my mouth couldn’t hold back anymore.

“That’s it, Evey. I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear how much you’re mine.”

Pushing my ass into his black duvet, my back arched and I felt the flames take over. Every brutal flame built up to my neck and forced my eyes closed just so I could burn a happy death.

Laying kisses along the side of my face, he watched me come for him with a smirk.

My cheeks finally licked by the flames, burned up in embarrassment, realizing how loudly I was moaning with zero apprehension and inhibition.

Watching him closely, looking for emotion in his features, all I found was an affinity for my taste when his fingers disappeared between his lips. His cheeks caving in as he sucked off my orgasm the way I wanted to try that with him.

Pushing him back against the headboard, I let my hand cup his obvious bulge against the thin, unforgiving fabric of his boxer briefs before I pulled the band down, watching him bounce out.

“What do you plan to do, Evey?” I was face to face with his beautiful cock, thick in a way that had me nervous and proportioned in a way that made him seem too perfect.

Maybe God molded everyone after him before he fell from Heaven.

Maybe that’s why we all like the cruel boys with dark