Page 135 of His Wild Seduction

Shit.

EPILOGUE THREE

ANDRES

My phone buzzed, and I ignored it.

Weeks had passed, fucking weeks since I’d been inside Ellie Maxwell, and ever since, I felt like I was losing my mind.

I was impatient. Ornery as fuck. Short-tempered. And I couldn’t sleep for shit.

Ellie. Ellie Maxwell. Why won’t you let me in?

No, I wouldn’t use her piece of shit ex’s name when I thought about her.

I’d been putting in sixteen hour days, doing everything I could to stop myself from hunting her down.

There was something about her. Something untamed and wild behind her eyes. Something I wasn’t sure she even knew about herself.

But I recognized it as something special.

She called to me like a siren’s song.

Attracted me like no one else ever had.

I knew where she was. I knew exactly where that fine as fuck woman parked her sweet ass every night.

But what kind of fucking animal would I be if I stalked a woman on the run from her abusive ex?

That motherfucker.

I growled and tried to focus back on work. Ellie was none of my business. Neither was her ex.

She obviously wanted nothing to do with me.

Well, nothing anymore.

Thinking back to the amazing sex we’d had in her living room, against the fucking wall, half-dressed, and panting—fuck!

My cock was uncomfortably hard just from the memory, and I wanted her all over again. I wanted more of her soft skin. More of her sweet sighs. More of her fiery passion.

The attraction between us wasn’t normal. From the first time I laid eyes on the woman with the pixie cut and the enormous hazel eyes, I was a goner.

She had this sweet persona that I had no doubt was real. But that was only half the story.

When she pinned me to that sofa and fucked me with glorious abandon, I saw a side to Ellie I never suspected existed beneath her snug blue jeans and peasant blouses.

She was dominant. Demanding. Confident. And sexy as hell.

I’d been dreaming about that night ever since.

There wasn’t another force on earth that called to me with the same powerful pull as my attraction to Ellie.

Life dealt her a rough hand, but that just made her perseverance even more spectacular.

She was one in a million.

Ellie might have an abusive ex, but she was not a cowed woman.

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