Page 31 of Absolution

Shewashis now—just as he was hers—and even more bizarrely, she found she was happy to belong to him.

Suddenly, it wasn’t the alcohol making her head spin, but the sense of knowing she felt in her soul. Tucker’s presence was the thing that had been missing in her life. Yielding to him and letting him into her world had given her empty existence meaning.

She turned back to the doorway, expecting to see the brooding man of her dreams looming there, but to her surprise, the space was unoccupied. Spinning back to the flowers, she smiled. So much had happened in the relatively short period of time since she’d awoken in the woods, yet for all the trauma she’d experienced, Ella found herself calmer and more content.

Walking to the other side of the island, she opened the cupboard where he kept the glasses, determined not to be so consumed with her feelings that she didn’t fulfill the task he’d assigned to her. She chose two glasses, her attention returning to the gorgeous roses as she placed them down on the island.

He’d bought her flowers. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal, but as she turned to the refrigerator, she realized she was grinning again.

Ella had been a spoiled little rich girl. She’d lacked depth and clarity, but a few days with Tucker had changed all that. Through an amalgamation of her angsty resistance, their combined passion, and his ridiculous rules, she’d finally learned what life was about. She could feel herself blooming.

By the time she’d carried the chilled bottle of water to the marble island, she was lost to the reality of transformation. Against all odds, meeting the tall, tough brute in the woods had shifted her life for the better.

Tucker made her want to be a better woman.

“You look like you’re a million miles away, little girl.” Tucker’s voice cajoled her from the swelling bubble of contentment.

“Hi.” She blushed, conscious of the heat on her face, as though she’d just been caught doing something naughty. “I’m just getting the water.” She glanced down to find the two glasses filled already, although she didn’t remember pouring them.

His lips stretched into a smile. “You look a little dazed.”

“That’s the effect you have on me, sir.” She screwed the lid back onto the bottle, still bewildered at the way she’d lost time.

“I’m pleased to hear it.” His brow rose as he neared. “What do you think of the flowers?”

“They’re amazing.” She beamed. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“I have.” He smoothed the loose strands of her hair from her face as he drew her closer. “You’re even more beautiful, little girl.”

“I mean it.” She shrugged him away playfully. “Thank you, sir. When did you get them?”

“I had a member of my staff bring them in with the groceries while we were at Osbourne’s.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I wanted to do something for you.”

“You do so much.” She motioned around at the expanse of his kitchen. “You’ve given me somewhere lovely to stay and lots of fabulous orgasms, but thank you.”

“I think it’s the least I can do in the circumstances. Do you still want to go back to bed?” His tone was salacious. “We could take our water with us.”

“Definitely, sir.” She rose to her tiptoes and skimmed her mouth over his stubble. “I’m all yours.”

“You’re so right.” He threw her a wink as he turned to collect the glasses of water. “You have one minute to get in the bedroom before your ass pays the price.”

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Ella pressed her palm against the headboard as her crescendo approached. Straddling Tucker, she rode his hard length while he suckled her swollen nipples.

“Fuck!” She spluttered the word as the tsunami washed over her, her head clouding with pleasure as her sex contracted around his dick.

“Don’t stop.” His instruction was breathy as his hips ground relentlessly into her. “Don’t stop, little girl.”

Gripping his shoulder, she stared into his eyes as she thrust herself down onto him. “I won’t stop, sir.”

She might be the one using the honorific, but holding his pleasure in the palm of her hand meant she was the one with all the power.

His cry was guttural when he detonated inside of her, his tremors almost toppling her from his body altogether.

Folding over him, she brushed her lips over the soft hair on his chest, clinging to him as his orgasm peaked. Holding him, she’d never been more certain of anything.

Whatever this energy was between them and wherever the passion took them, sheneverwanted it to stop.

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