Helpless, powerless, he does not relent in his mission.
He uses my body, plays my pleasure like it’s an instrument and he has it mastered, knowing exactly how to pluck the strings.
It’s too much.
Too fucking much.
A tear slips from the corner of my eye, my voice too raw to even make a sound.
CHAPTER 29
Iwatch that tear slip from the corner of her eye, disappearing into her hairline, and immediately, I stop. I pull from her, wincing with the loss, but immediately tug my pants back up and reach for the knot keeping her restrained. I free her, rubbing over the red marks left on her skin and then climb off the bed, reaching for her, my arms slipping beneath her limp and sweaty body. Her head falls against my shoulder, muscles still quivering.
She clings to me as I walk us into the bathroom and help her sit on the countertop before turning on the shower. That wasn’t for me; that was for her, so I don’t give a shit that I didn’t finish. I wasn’t trying to, but I’m wondering if I pushed too far.
She just fucks me up. Every time. All the time.
I reach for the shirt I didn’t even remove and undress her completely, her body still limp, and then help her into the shower, letting her have a moment while I take my clothes off so I can join her.
She turns her face to the water, eyes closed, the water running down her skin, wetting her hair back. I climb in behind her, circling my arms around her waist. She falls back onto me, her head thumping onto my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Hellion,” I whisper.
She turns her face into me, water catching in those thick, dark lashes of hers. I let her use my strength, and several long minutes pass before she moves, turning to face me fully. There’s a fire in her eyes, a flame that dances behind the swirling grey storm. She lifts a hand and cups my chin, nails biting in just a little as she shoves my head up and to the side. I allow her it, letting her manhandle me into whatever position she wants, and then she’s lifting onto her tiptoes and her teeth bite into my throat. She sucks my skin into her mouth, bruising me, marking me, a twin brand to the mark she left on the other side.
“Maybe that’ll get my point across,” She rasps, her voice still raw from her cries, “You’remine.”
A rumble of a groan leaves my throat as her tongue slides over the mark she’s just left behind, and when I look down at her, there’s a smirk onher face.
I curl my finger beneath her chin. “You.” I growl.
“What about me?”
“I only want you. You’re the first woman in a very fucking long time I’ve even dreamed about. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the only thing I want when I go to sleep.”
“Does that mean I can shoot her?” She flutters her lashes. “Speaking of shooting. Where the fuck is my gun?”
Her moment of being vulnerable is gone. I shouldn’t be surprised.
“No, Elena,” I mutter, “You cannot shoot Everly.”
“If this were the city, I would have put a bullet between her eyes the moment she called me a whore.”
My spine stiffens. “She did what!?”
“Keep up, cowboy.” She reaches for the shampoo and lathers it in her hair. “But seriously, where is my gun?”
“You think I’m just going to arm you when you’re this fucking trigger-happy?” I scoff.
“The gun is for ease,” She washes out her hair, “I don’t need a trigger, it just makes it lessmessy.”
“You’re not murdering Everly,” I tell her sternly.
She plucks up the conditioner and starts running it through her hair, “We’ll see.”
“That’s it,” I whistle. “Last of them loaded.”
Chase pulls his horse to a stop beside the second trailer, the cattle loaded and ready to be transported three towns over. I got a good price for them; it’ll settle the debt I have with Tessa for Elena’s new wardrobe and keep the ranch going for another few weeks.
