Beyond His Control (His 2)

“How could I forget?” I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You gave me a choice … fuck or get fucked …”

He bites his bottom lip. “I’m glad you made the right one.”

And he leans in to press a kiss to my lips that’s so bittersweet I can’t help but kiss him back.

So much has changed since I first showed myself to him in this room. I hated him so much back then, and now … I want this man to be mine.

In the short amount of time we’ve been together, we got married, I got pregnant, and I escaped and got taken back.

And now we’re plotting to take over the Family.

How fast things can change, especially feelings. Mine have been a whirlwind from the start, but he managed to silence the storm inside my heart with so few words … I’m still amazed.

My fingers instinctively curl around Noah’s hair as I stare into his eyes.

“Promise me we’ll fix this community,” I say. “If we don’t, I—”

He places a finger on my lips. “Don’t threaten me with things I can’t accept, Natalie.” He cocks his head. “Our child will grow up in a loving home.”

“You’d better stick to your word,” I reply, still playing with his hair while he inches ever closer.

He lowers his head and looks at me from underneath his lashes. “I’d kill a man before I’d let anyone put a hand on you or our child.”

I swallow as my heart flutters. “I think that’s the most romantic thing someone has ever said to me.”

He laughs. “You’ve never met a proper man then.”

“Or you’re just the craziest,” I retort.

“Perhaps …” he murmurs, inching so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “Or perhaps I’m just crazy about you.”

He plants his mouth on top of mine again and showers me with delectable kisses that make it hard for me to ignore this growing hard-on poking against my belly. He groans into my mouth while circling his tongue around mine, and it gets me all hot and bothered.

Who knew I’d be a sucker for a domineering asshole?

Ever since I got pregnant, I’ve wanted to jump his bones, and I’m starting to wonder if that’s the reason. Not that I’m going to ask him that question. He’s a man, so he wouldn’t know.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it, and I can tell he does because he continues to smirk even while kissing me.

“What?” I mutter between his kisses.

“You’re horny, aren’t you?”

My eyes burst open, and a hot flash makes me turn red. “No, I—”

“You don’t have to lie,” he says, wrapping a strand of my hair around his finger. “I like it.”

He leans in again and presses a soft but hungry kiss against my neck, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. His lips drag a line all the way up toward the side as I turn my head in a love-drunk craze and let him do whatever he wants with me.

“I remember how much you craved my kisses back then,” he whispers into my ear. “How much you liked riding my cock.”

I moan as he nibbles my earlobe and tugs at my nipples with his fingers. “You’re already wet just thinking about fucking me again, aren’t you?”

“No,” I lie, and judging from the snort coming from his mouth, he knows it’s a lie too.

He tugs at my nipples until I squeal. “That’s what you get for not telling the truth.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re still as devious as always, I see.”

He grabs my chin and presses a greedy kiss onto my lips. “You know I’m never satisfied if I don’t get my way.” From the way he talks, he always manages to push every single one of my buttons. “And if you recall our last time here in this Jacuzzi, I didn’t get my way …” He suddenly wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me up out of the Jacuzzi, placing me down on the edge in front of him. “And I plan to rectify that right now.”

“What?” I murmur.

He spreads my legs with no remorse.

He glances up at me, clutching my legs tightly. “I’m going to claim that lost orgasm now.”

My lips part. Too late. He’s already dived straight ahead. Lips against my pussy, tongue swirling against my clit.

I’m lost. I’m delirious. Losing my mind to his delicious tongue-fuckery. I’m no match.

Within seconds, I’m moaning and grasping at his hair.

“Fuck, how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he groans against my skin.

His fingers dig into my thighs, but I pay no attention because I’m consumed with how he always manages to push me to the edge with his mouth alone. But this is the showers, we’re in a Jacuzzi, and the doors aren’t locked … anyone could come in at any moment.