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

back to the desk when I choked out my words against his hand slowly tightening around my neck. “Don’t you get it, Bowey? I’m covered in you, that’s how badly I need you. I only want you.”

His hand traveled up to cup my face as his lips finally clashed with mine. As soon as his tongue slipped inside my mouth, I felt my body give into relief when his fingers stormed my entrance.

Practically falling into him, I had to pull my mouth away from his to plead some more. “No more fingers, Bowey. I want more. I want you again. I need you.”

Attacking my mouth again, I moaned into his lips while his three fingers stretched me into compromising through the taste of the alcohol on our tongues. His husky voice poured into me. “Don’t you get it? My demons will ruin whatever is left of your halo.”

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pushed him into me even more. “I never wanted a halo anyways.”

His hand found my neck again as he pulled away, forcing me to stay in place when the punishing grip of his free hand pushed my ass down his desk further. Teetering on the edge, I watched him drop down to his office chair, eyelevel with my soaked pussy.

“It’s your damnation, Evey.” The smirk faded like he was remorseful for sending me to a proverbial hell when I wasn’t even sure I believed in the first place.

Without any warning, I felt his lips gently kiss between my legs sending a wave of chills down my spine. Jumping at his touch, I held my breath waiting for more.

“Bowey.” My horse voice spat out his name like I was begging for him to use his tongue.

“You wanted more…” His hot breath fell over every sensitive curve of my body, and I fell deeper into the dizziness of him.

Drunk off Bowey and I only tasted him.

His eyes were locked on mine, the overcast gray full of depth, as his tongue swiped up me, forcing my hips still. I wasn’t letting any movements ruin soaking up how warm he felt.

My legs didn’t fall apart like I expected when his tongue disappeared inside of me and flicked my clit in a way that made me feel possessed. Instead, my legs wanted to squeeze him in place and pray it never stopped.

My fingers laced through his hair, pushing it back as I kept my eyes on him while I carefully watched him relish me. Watching him only made the buildup between my legs even more unbearable when I pushed my sight up to the bookshelf.

There were no photos or personal items, yet the panties I sent with him to work in a brown bag as a joke were framed on the shelf. I was trying to stave off coming as long as I could, but the sight of those panties he cherished enough to frame sent me over the edge.

My legs trembled and shook with his mouth closed around my clit and his hands were leaving marks on my hips just to keep me still. The orgasm washed over me in a wave, holy water be damned, I was soaked in something much more pure.

I was prepared to drop to my knees and worship every inch of him.

I was prepared to let him hold my head down until I tasted him at the back of my throat.

I was prepared to take something holy, turn it into blasphemy and be granted sacrament.

Recovering from the orgasm still vibrating through me, I let my fingers wrap around his thickness. “Let me, Bowey.” My voice was like velvet as I pushed him back down into his office chair.

Dropping to my knees between his open legs, I looked up at him so innocently I felt myself blush with the lie. I wasn’t any more innocent than him.

“What happened, Eve? I indulged you long enough. You wouldn’t run here unless something terrible happened.” The arousal in the room seemed to be sucked up by his words even though my hand lazily pushed up his length.

Licking my lips, I prepared to close around his perfect tip smoothed over with a bead of pre-come that seemed to be absolution. Maybe if I sucked hard enough he would forget I didn’t feel like answering.

His fingers combed through my hair just when my mouth pushed down past his tip, tongue pressing against the underside, feeling him tense under my hands softly laying on top of his thighs.

Pulling my hair with a startling yank to force my eyes up to him, he repeated the same question. “You can’t avoid everything with sex. Not how this works.”

Letting my mouth work his length, dragging up and pushing back down, I pretended to be too busy to answer. I had a mouth full of Bowen and that was enough of a reason to stay silent.

An abrupt motion later, Bowen stood up leaving me slumped on my knees and suddenly free to chat about all the terrible things he wanted to know so badly. I didn’t expect him to scoop me up into his arms and place me back on the cold surface of his desk.

For being someone labeled evil his surroundings were always cold, never warm.

Leaning into me, pushing between my legs, and his weight pressing into his palms against the surface, I felt him swallow my exhales as I stole his inhales. His hands boxed me in, and I waited for the terror and torment from not answering him the first three times.

“I’m not going to ask you again,” he threatened me, and it didn’t help the way my clit still pulsed for him.

She whispered between us, “Ask again. Ask me again, Bowey.”

Licking my lips, I felt him push further into me, our lips nearly brushing while he mulled