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Authors: Crystal Serowka

In Control (The City Series)

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Copyright © 2013 by Crystal Serowka

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Bitch. Whore. Slut. Those were just a few of the names I’d been called since I began growing breasts. The boys all stared, gawking at the exposed skin above my navel. Their eyes followed the length of my bare legs, expressing their desire with a smile in my direction. No matter how hard they tried at getting my attention, boys were never my thing.

They were
fragile
.

Inexperienced
.

Full of
hope
.

Girls were envious of my beauty. They disguised their jealousy by taunting me, laughing and pointing when I hopped into different cars after school. They never understood why I did the things I did, why I made it my mission in life to seduce men and then toss them aside like yesterday’s garbage. Instead of trying to understand, they chose to spread shameless rumors.

These girls never got under my skin like they were hoping they would. I loved the attention. In fact, I loved it so much that I started going after their boyfriends. They had no idea that whatever name they called me, whatever they wrote on my locker, it wasn’t ever going to bother me. I had been shattered a long time ago, and the shards of my former self were so sharp, nothing else could ever harm me.

I’d been thrown away; kicked to the curb like a stray mongrel no one wanted. I’d let my guard down too many times to count and promised myself that I’d never be vulnerable again.

I was never any good at keeping promises
.

His lips touched my neck, bringing me back to the moment. Wren lay next to me, his skin melting against mine. A drop of sweat fell onto my lips and I tasted the saltiness of our exertion. I’d been in this bed so many times now that I knew the softest spots on the mattress. I’d memorized the smell of Wren’s pillow, the delicate fabric bursting with the scent of cedar and vanilla. It was October when I first visited his home, and now, with the trees dressed in bright green, I lay here in his bed, my head and heart at odds. I wanted to let myself fall for Wren, but the one time I had allowed my heart the freedom to feel, I was betrayed. I wasn’t sure I was ready to give my heart away.

Again.

I studied his bare chest, my fingers roaming over the patches of freckles.

“Making constellations again?” he asked, resting on his elbows to watch my busy fingers.

“Just Perseus.”

“You’re the first person that’s ever pointed that out.”

“That’s probably because all of your other girlfriends were dumb as rocks and didn’t know a thing about constellations,” I retorted.

Wren laughed quietly, not denying my words. We’d only discussed exes once before. He knew of Porter, but not everything that he was to me. Explaining Porter to someone who’s the complete opposite of him would be an impossible task.

We lay in silence, my fingers not wanting to leave his skin. We’d been in Wren’s bed since this morning, and I could have stayed wrapped in his embrace forever. Tangled in his blood red sheets, I was safe from the evil that lurked outside. In this bed, I couldn’t run into anyone from my past.

“Think we should get up? We can grab some food before I head to Jay’s.” Wren turned on his side, his fingers leisurely roaming my skin. His effortless touch made my insides tremble, forcing me to take a few calming breaths.

I hated leaving him. I hated that I was slowly becoming one of
those
girls. The kind of girl that had nothing else to talk about but the guy they were dating. The kind that became so obsessed with her boyfriend that she scheduled her whole life around him. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I couldn’t possibly be turning into one.

“You already had me for breakfast and lunch; might as well fill up on me for dinner, too,” I suggested, knowing it would keep him from leaving.

A devious grin formed on Wren’s lips. “Suddenly I’m starving.”

In a matter of seconds, he was on top of me, trapping my arms and legs with his own. Typically, I liked being in control, but once in a while it was fun to act helpless.

“You’ve got me pinned. Now what?” I fixed my eyes on his, concentrating on the chills that were shooting through my body.

His eyes met mine only for a moment before traveling to our linked fingers. His grasp tightened, bringing our hands above my head. Wren’s jaw set and I knew my submissiveness had turned him on. He leaned down near my ear and whispered, “Now I fuck you so hard you forget your name.”

I exhaled, waiting for him to make his move. Wren began teasing me, his fingers exploring the curves of my body, making a point not to touch me anywhere that would put me over the edge. He caressed my upper thigh slowly, then the back of my knee. His tongue grazed my earlobe and my stomach clenched in anticipation, craving so much more than what he was giving.

“Fuck me already,” I demanded.

“No.”

It wasn’t just his calm and collected answer that almost drove me to the edge. It was in his featherweight kisses, his fingers sweeping curls from my face, and the way he blinked slowly as he took me in. I exhaled again, anxiously waiting to see which part of my body he’d set on fire first.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered, his breath teasing my earlobe.

I quickly conceded and felt the softness of his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh. Between the motion of his hand and knowing what was coming next, I was ready for him. Two fingers gently slid inside of me and our eyes locked together, filling me with a hunger I’d only experienced with him. From the very first night, Wren had instinctively known the most sensitive parts of my body. He understood it better than anyone ever had, and just knowing that his fingerprints were left on my skin made me feel as if I’d won.

“Please tell me this isn’t all I’m getting?” The edge in my voice made him remove his hands from my skin.

“Keep talking, Kingsley, and this
is
all you’ll be getting.”

It took everything in me to bite my tongue, swallowing my snappy comeback.

“Good girl.” He pulled me onto his lap and the rough hair on his jaw grated against my shoulder, leaving a pleasing sting in its wake. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered.

I obeyed and his fingers knotted through my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck to his lips. Wren’s tongue trailed the skin of my throat, slowly moving toward my ear.

“Plan’s changed. Now you’re going to fuck me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Without answering my question, Wren pulled my face to his, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I sat up on my knees and guided him inside me, watching as his placid expression disappeared. He cupped my ass, pushing our bodies closer together, filling me even more. I yelled out his name like we were the only two people left in the world.

“Fuck, Kingsley,” he groaned.

Leaning back on my hands, I began to move my hips along to a silent beat in my head. Back and forth. Up and down. I bit down on my bottom lip with enough force that a small trickle of blood seeped into my mouth, leaving behind the faint taste of salt and metal.

Wren pulled me back into his chest, our bodies trembling from head to toe. It was in those last few seconds, when every nerve ending in my body felt like it was going to explode, that I felt closest to him.

My heart was beating fiercely, and as I rolled off onto my side, I felt the cool mattress beneath me tremble with its force. Wren’s hand found mine in the rustled sheets, squeezing it twice. The comfortable silence we shared was a new experience for me. I studied his shadowed profile, the perfect slope of his nose, his lips half-parted and exhaling short breaths. He had cheekbones that were so high, even I was envious. But his eyes were my favorite part, dark and tempting. They reminded me of the rich chocolate cake I always longed to taste, of whiskey on the rocks. His eyes expressed his feelings even before he had a chance to say them out loud.

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