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

He was already perfect when my butterfly died.

I pushed into him, letting my hips grind into his hoping he’d give into me the way I wanted. Whispering between us, “What if I make you weaker? What if I’m nothing but damaged goods? What if I ruin you?”

His hands dropped from my wrists and my hands followed until they were resting on his shoulders. His still-wrapped hands grasped onto my hips, pinning me in place from the friction I was creating.

“Whatever you’re thinking… it doesn’t matter. I’m never going to see your demons as anything more than company for my own.” There was this look in his eye, a brooding kind of desire I wanted to satisfy. His lips found my neck again, causing my body to go slack under his hands as he smoothed them down my arms to the backs of my legs and in one swift motion picked me up, wrapping them around his waist.

Around Bowen it was hard to not feel powerful, to feel invincible and perfect the way you were. It didn’t matter how powerful you felt when those little voices in your head shout you aren’t good enough.

Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I bit my lip feeling every solid inch of him pressing against me, driving his words home. “I’ll ruin you the way you’re afraid to ruin me…” I said it even though he validated my ugly.

He’s too good for me to be true.

“You’ve already ruined my inhibition, Evey. Let’s call it even.” His hands held my ass perfectly, and I let my robe fall down my arms onto the dirty floor. I wanted nothing more than to celebrate my ugly with Bowen buried between my legs.

“I won’t hold back if you don’t, Bowey,” I said it with a smile tugging my lips and a little bit of nerves not knowing what that truly meant.

Dropping me down to a bench carefully, I kept my legs around him, keeping him close while my hands fumbled around the band of his boxer briefs. He was staring down at me with lust clouding his eyes. “What makes you think I’d hold back with you, Evey?”

I felt the lump in my throat only encouraging the stickiness between my legs at his promising words. Pulling off my satin slip I let it fall, sitting there on the padded bench in nothing but the desire to be ruined only by Bowey. Not demons, not Denmark—just Bowey and his perfect cock.

Slowly letting my legs fall open, showing him all of me, the ugly and pretty colliding the way I always knew it would.

“You’re always so good… even when you’re bad.” His hand dragged up my thigh as his tongue licked his bottom lip. Everything was slow even when it wasn’t.

“What if I only want to be bad?” Laying back on the bench, I let my knees bend while my hand slipped down myself until I found my own clit. Torturing someone who’s already so tortured was a victory that couldn’t be condensed into a trophy you could win.

He grabbed my ankles, pulling me down to the edge until my ass teetered off, dropping down to his knees in front of me. My legs fell open again just so I could see his sinister eyes begging me to be dirtier, uglier. Leaving one clean kiss on the inside of my thigh, I felt the shiver shoot down my spine.

His kisses trailed up my inner thighs until my back arched offering him more of myself. He was going to take all of me, offered or not. A long swipe of his tongue along my folds sent my head dropping to one side and a labored moan out past my lips. The way he felt warm against my wetness was lethal.

He was looking up at me when I pushed myself up to find out why the feeling stopped, and with a devious smile when he whispered, “You’ll never be bad, only ever mine. Nothing else matters when you are mine. Do you understand that?”

I nodded slowly, still mulling over the word mine and how it felt like a precursor to every good feeling he gave me.

Laying down more kisses, he avoided licking me again, torturing me back. “Now tell me what you want, Evey.”

My head was still spinning, my thighs slick with desire and he wanted me to put words together to form a coherent sentence. “Bowey, please,” I begged him to lick me again when I felt his hands come up around my legs and hold my hips steady.

“I want to hear you say it, Evey,” he spoke right into me, between my thighs and it made me squirm under the tension. My hips stayed pinned in his grip and my back arched so much I felt my muscles tense from my feet to my lower back. I was desperate for him.

My voice was strained when I pushed out the words. “I want you to kiss me.” I felt him push out a breath aimed at my pussy, tickling my clit.

“Kiss or devour you? Both very different.” His tongue took one long lick up my slit, and I shuddered for him. “Maddening isn’t it? You want to be devoured, Evey, I know you too well.”

His hand reached over me, laced around my leg and too timid to touch me when he was already stimulating me. Bowen’s mouth closed around my clit and sucked my bundle of nerves until I felt a silent scream get trapped in my lungs.

My hands found his, squeezing them until I felt stable while he tasted me in ways I couldn’t imagine. The moans sitting on my chest finally turned me inside out when I let myself moan his name while I came undone so quickly I barely got to