“I was losing him. It’s a fucked-up thing to have done but I thought—I thought if I couldn’t have him, no one else could.”
Malik arched a brow. “Wait—you had a thing for Tarek?”
“Has.” I picked up a piece of toast. Confessions always made me hungry. “Present tense. I don’t know how I thought that would end. I saw him with Susan and the first thing out of my mouth—I know it was wrong.”
“Accusing someone of rape, Ellie.”
“I know.” I sobbed. “And you and your family have no reason to forgive me.”
Malik exhaled.
I drew my plate closer and filled my mouth.
Cobra
The water flowedover my body. I lifted my face to the downpour loving the feeling of the stream on my skin. But soon the flow of liquid became Ellie’s fingertips trailing over my body. The smell of her hair came back to me, the softness of her skin and the singe of her breath against my skin. Her breasts had been perfect, pressing into my chest, the flesh of her throat supple and soft in my hands.
She hadn’t fought me off. Instead, she’d sunk her nails into my flesh and opened up her body to me in ways my ex never had. She wanted it—every bit of the roughness I had given her. My cock perked to life at the thought of her so willing and I wanted to cry. But I knew I couldn’t walk out of the bathroom with that kind of problem. Instead, I gave in to the thoughts of her and wrapped my fingers around my dick.
I turned and pressed my back to the wall, stuck my hips out and dragged my free hand up and down my abs while stroking myself. My eyes drifted closed as I saw Ellie in front of me—naked and perfect. I yearned to taste her nipples to feel them tightened on my tongue, to hear the sounds she made while I sucked on them to my heart’s content. Did she like it from behind? Would she relish in having my palms on her ass-cheeks marking her as my very own?
My body burned because of her. I writhed under my own hands, stroking tighter, faster. The pounding of my heart threatening to burst through my ears. My chest heaved with the way my breathing exploded from my body. I knew my entire world could descend into a kind of madness only she could save me from.
I’d kissed her, felt the rush of her body powerless under mine. Somehow, I was able to cage the crazed idiot running amok inside me. She did that—her body, her smell, her taste.
I pinched at my own nipples, massaged the hurt away and growled at the beautiful sensations now flickering through me like the flames of a candle.
“Ellie…” I tugged on my cock harder, trying hard to last longer, to fight off the orgasm that I knew was coming. I edged myself, pushing until I almost lost my mind then backed off. I released myself and trailed a finger against the head, smearing it in pre-cum. “Shit.”
I wanted her mouth on me. Just imagining her on her knees in front of me, her blue eyes wide as I pushed to the back of her throat, carried me on again to another brink. My abs tightened and once more I stopped myself from climaxing.
Soon, it became too much. My body trembled, not from the shower which had began running cold, but from the lack of a release I had been denying myself. After turning off the water, I got into position again. I had never been so hard before and it was a little scary. Instead of panicking, I took a hold of my dick once more and this time I stroke it—alternatively tugging and dragging my palms over the head.
“So good.” I whispered. “So—so good!”
This time as my body screamed for release, I listened. I bit into my bottom lip, tightened my fist around my dick and tugged until I couldn’t turn back even if I wanted to. Wrapped my other hand around my cock as well and drove my hips into the circles. I pumped my hips harder, faster until the madness took over. I grunted, trying to keep the shout of pleasure in the pit of my stomach.
There was on caring left—no stopping. A pressure built up from the very tips of my toes, shot up my legs and ricochet off my brain. It lit an electricity in me that sizzled off my nipples causing my knees to weaken, threatening to drop me on my face.
By the time white spunk flew through the air, landing on my hand and in the tub, I had completely lost my mind. My body was frozen in a strange arch, my nipples pulsed, and I was completely gone. I slumped to one knee in the tub and bowed my head.
This was different.
Ellie Sargent was doing some crazy strong things to me and I couldn’t give in to them. I couldn’t manhandle her like I had done before. I needed to get to the bottom of this bullshit with her father and let her go. If not, I knew for sure, I’d betray my family.
—betraying my family would kill me. They’d given me a life and a family when I had none. It was because of them I had a roof over my head, I was able to play music and grew into something my mother could be proud of.
After my parents were killed in a car accident, the rest of the family turned their backs on me. I wasn’t sure why and I was too young to even realize something was seriously wrong. The Jonas family took me in, gave me their name and set me on the right path. They were everything to me and I needed to deny my penis and focus on the love they’d showered me with my entire life.
They claimed me and they didn’t care I looked different. Malik had always had my back, telling everyone who would listen, I was his baby brother and therefore off limits.
Not once did I ever feel out of place or unwanted. I had brothers who adored me and parents who never once gave up on me.
No, I couldn’t touch Ellie again the way I had before.
I turned the water on again and pushed to shaky feet. It was barely lukewarm, but I needed to clean up. By the time I was finished, my exhaustion kicked in and I simply wanted to sleep. But there was so much to do if I wanted to get the temptation out of my life.
Our investigation grounded to a halt.Otis Valentina wasn’t an easy man to find. There were layers and layers of people to go through and we seriously didn’t have time for that. I then decided to take another approach—his sister. Though she was dead, she had to have been buried somewhere. Hopefully, it was somewhere in Montana. I tasked Swede with the job of finding her. I would have used the child, but we had no way of knowing if the child was alive or dead and if Otis didn’t like the kid, he wouldn’t be registered in any schools.
