THE CONTROL: An Arranged Marriage Romance Elena Monroe (e novels to read online .TXT) 📖

her, to let her know she was mine despite everything came over me when I took her face into my hands. I felt her try to push me away, and I watched the tears pool in her eyes. “Everything is mine. Nothing changes that, you are mine. I don’t know how to fix you when I couldn’t fix myself.” Tensing against her small hands trying to break free, I forced her to look at me. “I don’t care how damaged or undamaged you are, Evey. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me. Ignore me. Hate being my husband. Refuse to admit you love me. All that pain feels better than the truth.” Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed her to my chest and let her tears soak my shirt the way her pain stained my soul.

Pulling away enough to find her eyes, I realized how much pain was all lumped together, no lines to divide what kind of pain it was or lines to stop it from bleeding into your sane thoughts. “I fucking love you with everything I have, Eve.”

“Then show me, Bowey. I don’t want to fill my wounds with sex, I just want to replace bad memories with you.” She pulled off the shirt between us, and I watched, mesmerized by her small frame. Her small breasts were decorated with tight buds I wanted my mouth around every moment of the day, and her hips seemed to flirt with mine.

I saw Evey’s ugly and all it did was make me love her harder.

“No refunds, baby.” My lips pressed against hers carefully, and I felt her hand smooth down how hard I was over my pants.

My dick jumped at her touch without my permission. That’s normally how it worked now. I always said no and now it had a mind of its own.

Guess that’s what happens when you get fucked by a priest enough—you end up liking the thrill of not seeing it coming.

BOWEN

“You might regret that,” I spoke it against her lips, still nipping the edges of mine making it hard not to lift her up and do exactly what we did in my office not long ago.

Her hands worked the top of my pants when she smiled, stopping her ambush of my mouth. “I regret everything but you.”

My hands slipped down her back to her ass, squeezing it in my hands. “I don’t want to be soft and gentle with you tonight, Evey. You’re stronger than that. You can handle it.”

We just argued it out in the same tone we used to fight in as kids. That was when I was too afraid to get in trouble and she was more than willing to run towards it. Things were different for me now.

Being soft and gentle didn’t seem to fit what just occurred between us.

Her lips found the sensitive part of my neck, sucking at the skin and yanking a lazy moan from me. Every touch, no matter where it was, seemed to go right to my dick.

Bending down to close in on her even more, I could hear her breath catch as my lips found the shell of her ear. Whispering a quick demand, I waited to see if my Evey wanted to play. “Run.”

Ducking under my arm she started to laugh as she took off.

I wanted to relive the moment I caught up to her when we were kids. The moment I saved her instead of girls who looked like her. We used to play this game all the time, only my dick wasn’t helping me make decisions back then. Rules were simple: count to ten and no hiding.

Chasing after her, I found her on the stairs, lying on her back with her legs trickling down a few stairs below her, completely naked.

The dim lighting made her skin glow and it made me want to swallow her whole until I was satisfied with how much of her was coursing through me.

“Found me, now what will you do to me?” her voice was low and breathy as her hand dragged down her body until it disappeared between her legs.

Tugging my shirt off, I pushed my way between her legs, leaving kisses as I went, my body hovering so close I could feel her arching just to press against me.

“Whatever I want, Evey.”

Closing my teeth around her hard nipple, I bit down enough to make her body shudder against the desire to come—hard enough to draw blood when I tasted the metallic against my tongue.

My tongue circled where my teeth sunk into her and her buds pinched even more. She was handing herself over to me, and I planned to torture her into healing.

Grasping the back of her legs, I pinned them against my hips, letting her pussy land right against how hard I was. She already undid my pants, leaving only the thin material of Versace boxers between us.

“Bowey, I want you inside me.” she was already pleading for more, but she was going to have to wait.

“This isn’t going to be quick. This isn’t going to be soft. This is going to hurt before it feels good, just like us.” Backing away enough to turn her over, I watched her knees dig into the hardwood stairs.

Pushing my crotch up against her, I was chasing the warmth between her legs when I let my hand land against her ass.

It only took a few spankings before her skin turned crimson and her hands bundled into fists. She was breathing heavily and trying to swallow moans that I could still hear even in her silence.

“Please don’t stop. I can handle your ugly, Bowey.” She pushed her ass against my crotch, and I could feel her wet pussy staining the fabric.

She liked being spanked.

I liked opening our wounds