Page 73 of Fighting Conviction
Finally, Ellie reached the door and tapped the knob. She paused before lowering the gun. Her lips curved up as she whispered, “I did it?”
Devil felt his cheeks widen in a smile of his own. “Yeah, baby, you did it. You fucking did it. You’d be free right now as long as—”
“—I ran like hell.”
Devil burst out laughing. “Exactly, as long as you ran like hell.”
Gun in hand, Ellie fist-pumped the air and waved them around. “YES! Heck yes! I did it! I did it! I really did it!”
Devil lowered his arms from their position of faux surrender, knowing this moment was bigger than just getting out of the tape. She laid the gun down on the counter and as she made her way toward him, he could see her courage and confidence building right before his eyes. He had no doubt she would bring that same energy in a crisis.
“You did angel, you—oof.”
Ellie ran at him and leaped into his arms, encircling her long legs around his waist. Her lips crashed onto his and her taste was the cool water he’d been thirsting for during their thirty-one-day drought.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
He’d been caught off guard by her throwing herself into his embrace, but goddamn if that girl wasn’t made for him to hold. His arms wrapping around her body felt as natural as breathing.
Devil returned her kiss, teasing his tongue against hers until she pulled away from him. He tugged her back by her nape, but when he was met with some resistance, he immediately let go.
“Can we—um, can we do another one… before?” She looked down and he realized his hard cock was insistent against her clothed pussy. If they’d been naked, he could’ve sunk into her with one stroke.
Shit. I was wrong. She doesn’t want it. I need to stop. She doesn’t want this—
“No, don’t look at me like that. I want… I want to try… another one, is all.”
Relief she still wanted him coursed through his body. Devil grunted his agreement and eased her off of him, enjoying her shiver as her pussy grazed over his cock on the way down.
He cleared his throat and readjusted his sweatpants, securing his tip behind the drawstring. Still noticeable as fuck, but at least not obscene anymore. Even though he wanted to lick every inch of her body until she was wet enough for him to slide into her, if she wanted to learn more about how to save herself, he sure as fuck wasn’t going to hinder that. He’d never forgive himself if he missed the opportunity to teach her something that would’ve saved her life.
The thought jolted him back to their purpose. “Alright, let’s do it. What’d you have in mind?”
“Um… how about the h-handcuffs?” A strange look passed over her face. Her smile was innocent, but her eyes were wicked, confusing the hell out of him as he tried to silently figure out if she had a hidden agenda.
“Okay…” He went to the table and grabbed the cuffs, going straight into instructor mode. Anything to get his mind off of burying his cock inside Ellie’s soaked pussy.
Fuck.
“So what you do with these… I’ll go ahead and tell you because it’s hard to figure this one out. Let me have your bobby pin.” She tugged the pin from her ponytail and gave it to him. “So what you do…” He straightened the pin and held one of the closed titanium cuff loops, pointing to the shim and mechanism. “There’re teeth that make the handcuff tighter, see? You wedge whatever straight, thin metal you have between these two to split the arm and the ratchets. One click is all you need. Any more and you could jam the pin inside, making it tighter, and much harder to escape. I’ll teach you how to work around that problem one day but practicing would require you not to give a shit about pain and I don’t what to put you through that.”
He gave her the pin and locked the handcuffs around her wrists. “Here, you try now. I won’t time you this first time. The duct tape was about speed. You wouldn’t be able to do that in front of a kidnapper. But if your captor has you in cuffs, you could be working on it without them knowing.”
Ellie hesitated with her head bent low and the silver rings around her wrists. Her breaths came at a quicker pace. “Um… what if… what if you had me in cuffs?”
A bolt of desire heated through his body, but he didn’t want to assume what she was getting at again. “Uh… you’re already in them—”
“No, I mean. What wouldwedo… ifyouhad me in cuffs?”
She raised her head and when he saw her molten caramel eyes hot with desire and that plump bottom lip being held hostage by her teeth, his breath hitched. All the blood in his head went straight to his cock and he grew light-headed with anticipation.
As soon as the feeling passed, he stroked down her cheek and spoke in a low voice. “I would have you at my mercy…” His thumb and forefinger caught her chin. He lifted it and bent to force her to look in his eyes. “Butyouwould still be in control.” Her breathing grew ragged as he continued. “I would spread those pretty thighs and bury my tongue in your sweet cunt to taste what I’ve been missing for thirty-one goddamn days. You’re heaven in my mouth baby, and I would take you there with me in every stroke… Would that be something you would want?” At Ellie’s nod, he growled and gripped her chin tighter. “You have to say it, angel.”
Her warm, breathy sigh sent shivers across his skin. “Take me, Dev.”
Devil scooped her up, with one arm propping her ass. He ducked his head between her cuffed arms as Ellie left small, wet kisses along his jaw. Her ponytail had loosened from the exercise and Devil wound his free hand up her spine to sink into her scalp until those long locks were freed. He pulled her away by the base of her neck, tangling the strands until they got caught between his fingers, like rays of sun peeking around shadows. With her neck in his grip, he bent her head to take her lips between his.
When her tongue devoured his, he growled into her mouth and turned, walking her to his bed a few steps away. With one arm tucking her lithe body against him, he crawled across the mattress and stroked his hand up against her skin in a fluid motion to lay her ass down first, followed by her back, and ending cradling her head to the pillow.
