I strode forward. Ellie took a subconscious step backward, bumping into the bed. She threw her hands down to her sides. Without her arms crossed over her chest, I could see her breasts in all their glory hidden under the see-through silk.
“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. Her cheeks flushed, and she diverted her eyes to the ground.
“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. She took a deep breath and moved one hand out only to stop herself. I reached out; she flinched away. It was odd, to have a woman move away from my touch. I tore my eyes off of hers and looked at her neck.
“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.