Page 59 of Absolution

“Apart from killing Collins.” Her nipples beaded beneath her silky robe. It was wrong to be so turned on when she’d just sent someone to their grave, just as it had been wrong to fall for the man who’d captured her, but Ella was too past caring to try to rationalize her responses.

She was crazy about Tucker, and by some miracle, he’d fallen for her, too. If the passion and love they’d found together meant killing to protect their little piece of paradise, then she’d have to find a way to live with that.

“I’m not such a good girl anymore.”

“You were never a good girl!” He snorted at her claim, releasing her hair and running both hands over the curve of her breasts through the sexy robe. “But I have to correct you; you only fired that gun to protect me. I was the asshole who brought you into this murky world.”

“I think that might have been Alexander, sir.” She shifted over him, conscious of her growing need, yet starkly aware of how inappropriate it would be to jump him when he was talking about loss and suffering. It was one thing to be horny but another to initiate sex.

“But I concurred.” He was determined to be the bad guy.

“Then it’s both your faults, sir.” She ground herself against him, finding it increasingly difficult to ignore that part of her that wanted to be filled with his cock. “But I don’t care anymore.”

“In which case, you know what to do.” Ushering her a few inches from his lap, he whipped open his towel to reveal his engorged erection. “Show me what you do care about, little girl.”

She bit her lip as she hovered over him, her eyes closing as she finally relented and gave them both what they desired. Pushing down on his long shaft, she could only groan with carnal need.

Ella never wanted their passion to end.

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Tucker

Ella rode him as though her life depended upon it, her hot flesh melding around his as her pleasure peaked.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He pulled her close as he drove his cock in and out of her wetness. She clenched around him, gasping at the sublime intensity.

When his climax finally engulfed him, there were no thoughts of loss, pain, or death, only the encompassing serenity that their connection delivered. Pleasure erupted in his brain, drowning out everything else in the world except Ella.

He held her in silence as they both caught their breath, relishing every second of their incredible intimacy.

“Are you okay, sir?” She rose from his embrace, her beautiful green eyes blinking down at him.

“How can you even ask?” He grazed a hand over her hip. “You’re magnificent, little girl.We’remagnificent.”

“I just know that you’ve been through a lot.” She shrugged as she squeezed his shaft. “And I want to be here for you.”

“Thank you.” It was all he could think to say as she slid from his dick.

She had become his everything.

Ella had come into his life in the most twisted circumstances, and she’d shattered the glass on practically everything he’d taken for granted, but stroking her thigh, he was certain of only two things.

He wouldn’t have had it any other way, and whatever transpired between them, he would never, ever give her up.

The sound of his phone jarred, drawing their attention to the buzzing device on the end of the couch.

“It might be your mum,” he told her. “Given that your phone was impounded as police evidence, I gave her my number.”

“Mind if I check?” Ella wiggled from his lap and darted to where his phone vibrated.

“Go ahead.” He smiled, aware that she’d gone even without his say-so.

It was reassuring to know that in spite of everything he’d put her through, Ella was the same mischievous imp she’d always been. She paid lip service to his authority, often in the most exquisite ways, but at her delicious core, she was still the same feisty young woman he’d first met.

“It’s the hospital.” Her face was ashen as she turned back to him. “Something awful has happened to Alexander.”

“You don’t know that.” He reached for his phone and answered the call while grabbing her hand and drawing her closer. “Tucker Bowman.”

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