Page 31 of Prince of Control

“You want to know how many,” Baron says.

I meet his gaze, startled. Wow. I admire the hell out of him for addressing the uncomfortable question I already let drop.

I work open his belt buckle, avoiding his gaze.

“The answer is I don’t know. There isn’t a number. It’s not something I counted to notch on my belt.”

Gospodi. That means it’s a lot. He’s been with a lot of women.

I mean, I suspected it, but this is confirmation.

“But that was all before.” He reaches for me, and when he yanks me against his body, he’s rough.

I gasp and look up to search his face.

Lust blazes in his gaze. Lust for me.

He grips my head and steals a fierce kiss. A claiming kiss.

I yank his shirt off his broad shoulders. I’m in nothing but my bra and panties, and he still has more clothes on than I do.

He breaks the kiss, holding my head captive in a steel grasp. “It’s just you now.” He holds my gaze. “I made a vow today to be faithful, and I won’t break it. I’m a man of my word.”

I don’t know how to answer. I made a vow because I had to. I would break it tomorrow if I thought my family wouldn’t get hurt. I don’t know if I believe him anyway. He’s obviously a player.

As usual, he seems to read my mind. “You don’t know whether you can trust me. You can, Lara.”

He releases me to shove his pants and boxers off. His body is gorgeous–all lean, powerful muscle. His skin is golden, his sculpted chest covered in soft curls. My eyes trace down his washboard abs and the natural taper of his waist to the enormous erection pointing at me.

Damn.

It looks demanding. And he likes to get rough. Will he hurt me with that beast? Do I still have a choice, or are we way past that now?

He sees me looking. I must appear daunted because he immediately, dismissively pronounces, “You don’t have to take my cock tonight.”

I drag my gaze up from his dick to his face.

He steps closer to me, the lion cornering his catch. His hands grip my hips. “I’m going to do my husbandly duty and get you off on your wedding night.” He unhooks my bra and slides it down my arms. “I don’t care if it’s by riding my cock or with my mouth and fingers. All I know is you’re going to be fucking satisfied by the time I’m done with you.”

The way he says satisfied seems to signify something I’ve never before experienced. My knees buckle a little. My pussy drips through the rip in my panties onto my inner thighs.

Am I swooning? I might be swooning a little.

“Now lose your panties before I tear them off you.”

Chapter Eight

Baron

I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Lara steps out of her panties. She’s perfect–her pale breasts adorned with a set of taut, dusky-rose nipples that tilt upward. She’s trembling, her breath coming in shallow pants, but her pupils are dilated, telling me she’s turned on, not afraid.

Fear makes the pupils contract. Lust blows them wide.

I turn on the water then slide my forearm under Lara’s ass and lift her into the large walk-in shower.

“Tell me about your preferred birth control, printsessa.”

When she doesn’t answer, I pin her against the tile wall, crowding against her, letting her feel my size, my strength. Warm water sluices over our heads, adding to the sensory experience.