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

over my threat. I could see the wheels turning of how he would succumb to asking me again with a twist.

Pulling the backs of my thighs, I felt my body slip down to the edge of the desk even more. My shirt was pushed up to my hips and I could feel his excitement brush the inside of my thighs. His lips brushed mine before saying, “Why do you always make shit difficult? Something happened and as your husband I expect an answer in knowing if you’re okay.”

It didn’t matter how he said it, I couldn’t tell him Elias felt me up in our doorway without telling him I was raped by him for years. One was tethered to the other as much as we were.

Shaking my head softly, I laid my hand over top his and arched my back into him hoping it was enough. I had to be okay if I was just as hungry for him as I always was, right?

“Don’t ruin this with talking. Just keep going. For me, Bowey, please.” I could feel the tears building up along the rims of my eyes, and I tried to bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to scare them away.

I wanted this moment, his hands, his mouth to heal me the way nothing else but him did.

His hand around himself teased my entrance and the relief swept me into crying. The tears broke, cascading down my face silently, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck. I could only imagine what he was thinking of me: sex addict, desperate, or worse—inconsiderate of his wounds.

A small gasp escaped my mouth when I felt him fill me, stretching me, until his hips were nearly flush with the desk. With his lips against my ear, I felt his hot breath caress me. “Baby. Fuck. This won’t fix it. I’ve tried, trust me, Evey.”

I stilled at his words, swallowing hard, my hands grabbing onto his shirt with fists and caving at his honesty with each painful thrust.

Laying kisses all over the side of my face, I felt myself squeeze around him tighter. “Only you fix it. Only you, Bowey. You’ve always been the fix for everything.” Holding his shirt in my hands, it forced him to keep his thrusts short, driving into me deeper instead of cowering away just to invade me again.

His hand pressed against the desk shift under my ass, forcing my body to stay close to his when the groans echoed in my ear. His free hand pushed my hair out of the way of his kisses trailing down my neck and shoulder.

Between our clashing moans, his husky voice barely got out the words. “You deserve to be healed, not fixed. Fuck, Evey.” His thrusts got more focused, more brutal, pushing the desk every time his hips kissed mine.

He was closer to healing me than he thought.

Every bad memory I replaced with him.

Bowen was pulsing inside me and I knew he was on the verge of coming undone when his free hand pushed my chin up. Our eyes locked, mouths breathing heavily and the good feeling so close to consuming us. “Tell me who hurt you, Evey.”

My whole body clenched around him and I felt him coming inside me at the exact time he wanted answers. Ones I couldn’t give him willingly but when my body shook with a third unexpected orgasm from him emptying inside me, I caved.

“Elias…”

I finally gave him all the truth and ammo he wanted to slay my demons. He wanted to live by our childhood rules: share everything, protect each other, and never grow too far apart.

BOWEN

Eve didn’t have great timing. Together we were a fucking doomsday squad for bad timing.

Try coming inside your wife the exact moment she whimpers another man’s name. I would call that bad timing even though I asked for the answer. Granted, it wasn’t one I wanted.

I was still inside Eve when I dropped my head between our bodies, trying to recover from how much she makes me lose control. When she’s in the room, I cast aside all the famine I’m used to just to fill up on her.

“Explain,” I demanded while keeping my eyes down. Standing up straight, I tucked my dick back into my pants waiting for her to defy me again, the way she always did.

I could tell she was crying without looking, each word choked around tears as she tried to speak. “He showed up at the house after you left for work...”

My hands tightened so hard I knew my knuckles were white and my blood pressure was extremely high. Too high to be buzzed and starved. I turned around; I couldn’t watch her cry while I digested the fact that Elias was toying with us by showing up unannounced.

Standing in front of the bookshelf that sat behind my desk, full of little reminders of Eve, I felt the itch to kill him wrap its hands around my neck until all reason drained from me. Letting my fists go, I ripped the shelf down and watched it fall apart along with the framed panties I made Chevy handle.

“Do you think it’s fun for me to chase after your demons because you wanna fill all your wounds with fucking sex?” Finally facing her, I saw all the tracks of tears running down her face and the glow that wasn’t there before.

Half healed; half broken.

Half demon; half angel.

“I can’t say it, Bowen! I didn’t even know. It’s like some trigger went off in my head when he said those words. I didn’t know… we matched…” her voice cracked all over.

He did more than come over unannounced.

He did more than she couldn’t bring her pretty mouth to utter.

Holding her face in my