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“Ashton,” I sighed.

That’s when I felt the cool leather again and heard the click as my ankle was attached to the bed and just like with my wrists, Ashton wasted no time cuffing my other ankle. I looked up. His eyes were hooded, his pupils dilated so wide that I could barely see what color his eyes were.

Lust.

“Oh, Elena. How fucking sexy you look spread-eagle on my bed.” His hands grazed down my exposed stomach. “Now I want to see how much you can handle.”

I trembled at his words and watched to see what he would do. Somehow, without me seeing, Ashton had managed to get a vibrator out onto the bed. The sound alone made the anticipation grow. “Please,” I begged.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s all for you.” His voice was husky as he touched the vibrator to my clit.

I’d never felt anything like it. Desire poured through me like wildfire. Within minutes I was crashing over the edge. “Oh God, don’t . . . don’t stop,” I managed to pant out.

“I don’t plan on it.”

The speed increased, making the vibrations come quicker and long before I expected it, my body built up again to that peak where it’s a choice: let the torture continue or fall off the cliff. This time when the explosion came, my vision grayed out and my body tightened almost to the point of pain.

As my body started to come down, I noticed my muscles tightening up again. Ashton had left the vibrator in place, except this time, he plunged two fingers into my wet heat, letting my body ride and clench them.

“Again. I love watching you come. The way your back arches as your mouth drops open . . .” He made a noise and it was quite possibly the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. Unsure how much I could handle before my body became too sensitive, I braced, my core quivering in anticipation.

On and on it went.

I begged Ashton for relief, but I didn’t mean it. The combination of pleasure and pain was utterly overwhelming—and I loved every minute.

After my third or fourth orgasm—I’d lost count—my ankles were freed, followed by my wrists. Ashton took the slightly chafed skin in his hands, rubbing some of the feeling back into them.

“You did so well, babe, but now I need you.”

Somewhere in the midst of everything, Ashton had removed his clothes and glasses. He placed me over his lap, and I sank down, his swollen shaft sliding into me easily. The tiredness that had begun to claim me left hurriedly the minute he started to move inside me; my body and mind lost to the passion. Soon, I pushed everything aside and took over, riding him like I’d never get enough of being with him that way.

“Fuck, Elena, please tell me you’re close,” he pleaded, and I could feel his cock hardening, stretching my walls.

I dropped my head to his shoulder. “I can’t come again.”

“You can and you will.” The demand in his tone and his thumb on my clit forced my body into action, my body tightening around his, pulsing over and over again.

“Oh God!”

Ashton grabbed my hips, thrusting himself up into me until he shouted out his release. Exhausted, we both dropped to the bed and curled up in each other’s arms.

“I love you, Elena,” he whispered softly into my hair. “Welcome home.”

The three words were so poignant, they brought tears to my eyes. After many years, I’d finally found my place.

A place I could call home.





CHAPTER 26





Ashton




“I told you she was ready,” Miller said laughing, his ass on the couch on the other side of my office. “Did you two even leave the house this weekend?”

It was my turn to smirk at him. “Yes. She had a matinee yesterday. Then we went home and ate in.”

“Lucky bastard,” he muttered.

I finished scrolling through the email on my computer and leaned back in my chair. “I’m still not sure how she’ll deal with everything, after the last time we were there. She was scared. Things got a little violent.”

“Have you taken her since then like Dad suggested? She needs to see that’s not what happens every time.”

Rubbing the muscles in the back of my neck, I took my glasses off and dropped them on the desk. “No, I didn’t want to freak her out.”

“You need to take her.”

Everyone had the grand idea that I should take Elena with me to collect another debt. That it would show her what she needed to know and suddenly she’d understand what we did and why, and be able to accept it. Like it was the best thing for her.

But what if it wasn’t the best thing—for either of us?

“Ever considered not doing it?”

“Not doing what?”

“You know I never wanted this.”