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Chapter 05

—Tristan—

“What do you want?” she spat, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got off but stayed there, glaring at me.

“What do you want?” she repeated. Truthfully, I didn’t know what I wanted other than knowing I had to see her. I longed to touch her, to slowly slide my hardness into her wet pussy. I knew that wouldn’t happen…not yet. So I guess what I wanted then was just to push her and see how hard she pushed back.

I just gave her a devilish smile, one that came over my face subconsciously. If I flashed a woman that smile at a club, she would make a bee-line to me in just seconds. “The guards said you were quiet all day.”

She shook her head then shrugged. “It’s not like I have a choice.”

“I hope you can see that my hands are tied here, Ellie.”

She stared at me then heavily sighed. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it. Or you,” she added quickly.

“You don’t have to like me,” I said. “Just listen to me. I really don’t want to hurt you,” I added softly.

“Why?” she blurted. “Why don’t you want to hurt me?” Her voice broke at the end. She was scared.

Something inside me softened. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I hurt people who deserve it. And you don’t deserve to be hurt.”

Her eyes met mine, face muddled with conflicting emotions. I was drawn to her sexually of course, but there was…there was something else.

“I see the clothes fit,” I said, sticking my finger under the strap of her nightgown. I slid it down over her shoulder. My dick pulsed, and warmth spread through me. Ellie’s hand flew to the strap, and her fingers graced mine. I curled my hand over hers, moving it back to her side. The strap to her nightgown hung off her shoulder.

Keeping a hold on her hand, I looked back into her eyes. I ran my finger up her shoulder and across her collarbone. My cock started to rise. Ellie looked away. I swept my fingers over her chest. Goosebumps broke out across her skin.

“Ellie,” I whispered, putting my hand on her chin. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she tipped her head to me. Her eyes met mine, holding back hate and something else…lust, perhaps? Did her desire match mine?

“Go to hell,” she said through gritted teeth and pushed me away. Her hands landed on my chest as she pushed. Amused, I grabbed her wrists, twisted her arm, and pinned her on the bed.

“I’ve already been there, chica.” I moved my face inches above hers and parted my lips. She squirmed underneath me, causing my semi to become fully erect. She froze, feeling the hardness press against her.

Then she started squirming again.

Oh. What a dirty girl. She was enjoying this. Her pert nipples stuck out through the fabric. I used my knee to part her legs. Unable to help myself, I pushed myself in, reaching down. She shivered when I ran my hand up her thigh.

I slowed when my fingers pushed under the hem of the nightgown. My cock pressed against my jeans, the tip dripping. Ellie reached for me again, hand closing around my throat.

I closed my eyes and walked my fingers up her soft flesh until I felt the short stubble of hair that outlined her lips. Fuck, yes. She wasn’t wearing panties. I could feel the warmth she gave off. She wanted this too.

Then my phone rang.

I ignored it at first, inching my fingers toward Ellie’s slit. She closed her eyes and wiggled beneath me, acting like she wanted to get away. But she had parted her legs and relaxed against the mattress. She whimpered slightly, tightening her hold on my neck. I moved my fingers up, gently running over her clit. She was so hot. She moaned, melting against my touch.

My phone rang again. It was my business line, and two calls in a row was never a good sign. Fuck. I suddenly let go of Ellie and turned away to answer it.

Then she pushed me away. “Don’t touch me, asshole,” she hissed.

“You need to watch your mouth,” I told her, temper rising. “The only reason you’re not laying face down in a ditch, flesh decaying with each passing day, is because of me.”

She crossed her arms again. “Oh, thank you for not killing me. That makes you so respectable,” she retorted and stepped back, tripping over the rug and falling.

Her head smacked against the dresser. Angry, I didn’t care. I just stood there, watching.But when she pulled her hand away and her fingers were wet with blood, my stomach twisted and I rushed over.

“Are you all right?” I couldn’t help myself. The words slipped through me. I put my phone back in my pocket and reached for her.

“For the record,” I said and stood, “I didn’t do that.” I strode into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I turned on the faucet, waiting a few seconds for the water to warm up before I wet the rag. I went back over to her, kneeling down again. Gently, I pressed the washcloth to her head. She winced from the pain.

“Thanks,” she said, reaching up. Her fingers slid over the back of my hand. A shiver made its way through me. I had to fight the urge to physically tremble. She held onto the rag, and I moved my hand away.

I stood, mind whirling. “Don’t get blood on the floor,” I added and took one last look, resisting the urge to rush to her, scoop her up, and gently place her on the bed, blotting on her wound. Then I’d fuck the shit out of her. I could see down her gown. Her nipples were still hard. When she straightened up, her legs parted, flashing her sweet pussy, teasing me.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. I blinked and left the room. I strode past the guard and moved quickly down the hall. I held the image of Ellie’s pussy in my mind.

Fuck. I wanted to come. Hard. So bad. I wanted her to rub her perfect tits over my dick until I came all over her chest. I rushed into my room, closing the door behind me.

I reached down, my hand rubbing over the bulge in my pants, and I shuddered. I pulled off my belt. I hadn’t felt this close to coming without being inside a woman since I was a youth. I pushed my jeans down just enough to whip out my member. I pumped my hand up and down, spreading the precum over my shaft.

The way she hated me, told me to go to hell and meant it…it burned me up inside. When her hand wrapped around my neck, I knew what I wanted, what I’d been craving all this time. I wanted a challenge.

My head tipped back. I moved my hand faster. I came, semen dripping down my hand and onto the floor. And yet I didn’t feel satisfied.

What the fuck had Ellie Morgan done to me?

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