Page 39 of Prince of Control (Bratva Heirs #1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lara

I turn to look at myself in the full-length mirror in our walk-in closet.

Um…wow. This outfit is a lot. But I can pull this off.

This afternoon I borrowed Baron’s Range Rover and Zoe, Anya, and I drove to the next town where there’s a mall with a Victoria’s Secret. I bought a wine-red bustier that laces up the back with a matching pair of G-string panties. I’m currently wearing it with a pair of black open-toed stilettos.

I’ve never worn anything like it before. I feel hot and naughty and ready to be spanked.

Now to find my husband.

As I reach for my bathrobe, the door to our bedroom opens with Baron in mid-sentence to someone on Facetime. “She’s right here if you want to show her the optio–”

I freeze.

He freezes, his eyes popping wide. His mouth falls open.

My nipples harden from the way he looks at me.

“Uh, actually, she’s busy right now, Mom. We’ll call you later, okay? Bye!” He ends the call without taking his eyes off me.

“Holy fuck.” He tosses the phone onto the dresser and stalks toward me. “What is happening in here without me?”

A tingling starts up between my legs. A thrum of excitement at his nearness.

I smile. “Nothing is happening without you. This is happening for you. I was going to come down and lure you to the dungeon.”

He picks me up with his forearm underneath my ass and carries me back into the depths of the closet. “Uh uh. No way you’re going downstairs in that. Nobody sees my wife in this but me.”

My back hits an inner closet wall, and he presses me against it, pulling my legs around to straddle his hips.

I laugh again. “I was going to wear a bathrobe.”

“A bathrobe ?” He drags his open mouth across my exposed collarbone to my shoulder.

“Nope. No. Huh uh. Nobody sees you in a bathrobe, either.” He takes the tiny ribboned strap in his teeth and pulls it down my shoulder.

“They’ll just imagine you naked beneath it.

I’m the only guy who gets to imagine you naked. ”

“I’m not sure you have control over what other people imagine.”

He grinds the bulge of his cock in the notch between my legs. “I have all the control. I’m the fucking prince of control,” he claims.

Heat flushes my body. My clit pulses in a slow thrum. I love when he gets intense like this.

He boosts me a little higher to get his lips around my nipple, which he exposed when he dragged the shoulder ribbon down with his teeth. His tongue swirls around it first, then he sucks, hard.

I gasp at the corresponding tug in my core.

“So you like it?” I fish for a compliment even though he’s obviously thrilled with the outfit.

“Like it,” he growls, tearing the bodice down to my waist. “I fucking love it.”

He suddenly drops me to my feet, spins me around, and presses my hands against the wall. “You look so hot, malyshka .” He slips a finger under the edge of my panties at the top of my ass and traces it to the cleft of my ass. “I’m losing my mind.” He lightly slaps my right buttcheek.

“I need to fuck you now,” he says abruptly, kicking my feet wider. “Otherwise, I’m going to tear this pretty thing off you, and you’ll be sad that I ruined your pretty new outfit.”

He slaps my left butt cheek. “This is a new outfit, right?”

I love the tinge of jealous paranoia in his voice. “It’s new,” I gasp, as he grips my waist and pulls my ass backward. “I bought it for you.”

“You’re killing me.” He tugs the G-string from between my cheeks and pulls it to the side with one hand, then uses the other to stroke between my legs.

I’m wet for him, my juices slick, my flesh plump and swollen with blood flow.

He buries his face in my hair with his lips pressed against my neck. “ Malyshka , I love how wet your pussy gets for me.” I hear the scrape of his zipper.

His narration about my juices makes me gush more arousal.

He rubs the head of his cock against my slit, and I moan.

“Arch that back for me,” he orders.

I hollow my lower back, and he pushes in.

“That’s right. Just like that, baby. Take it like a good girl.” He eases in. As always, his dommy talk is tough, but he’s paying attention, going slow. Making sure I’m ready to take him.

I love it. I feel sexy and beautiful and utterly claimed by him. He makes me feel like the center of the Universe, and nothing could make me give up my position.

“You bought this sexy little outfit for me, malyshka ?” He fills me and retreats, fills me again.

I’m beyond the capability of words now, so I just moan, “Uh huh.”

“Did you know what it was going to do to me?” He grips my hips, thrusting in faster.

I’m moaning now.

“Hmm?”

“Mmm…”

He starts to pump harder, making me lock my elbows to keep from getting pushed into the wall. “You’re such a good girl. I’m going to reward the fuck out of you tonight, baby.”

He slows his strokes and wraps his forearm around my waist, bringing his hips in tight against mine to thrust up. I rise up on my toes with each thrust, then gravity brings me back down firmly on his cock.

I moan because it feels incredible.

“You like that, beautiful? You like riding my dick until you come?”

“Yes,” I moan.

He bounces me faster, taking me on a celestial ride. I’m lightheaded with pleasure, unable to hold myself up, but it doesn’t matter because Baron has me. He has control of my body, and he won’t let me slip. Won’t let me fall.

I believe that now, with my whole heart. I misunderstood and misjudged him before, but I’ll never doubt him again. He’s as solid as they come. More than a rock–a mountain.

“Baron,” I moan. “Yes.”

“You’re so gorgeous. You’re incredible.” He continues to praise me as he fucks me into oblivion. “I’m going to come,” he warns. “You’d better come all over my dick. Are you going to come with me?”

His dirty talk already has me orgasming. My internal muscles start to contract. He shoves in a few more times and then stays in while I squeeze and milk his dick with my orgasm.

“Good girl,” he pants against my ear. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

Another orgasm ripples through me, pulsing around his cock.

“I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs, nipping the shell of my ear.

I blink back tears because this moment feels so perfect.

It’s not how I imagined things would go when I put on the outfit–but it was honest and raw and utterly perfect.

“I love you, too,” I say.

He pulls out and picks me up, carrying me to the bed. “Don’t think I won’t keep you up all night in this hot little outfit,” he warns, tossing me in the center of the mattress.

I laugh and reach for him, pulling him down on top of me. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”