Fury snarled and then grabbed her upper arms, jerking her up to her feet. Shock tore through Ellie as she stared into his face. He looked angry. She frowned.

“Don’t you want me to keep going? I was just getting to the good part.”

He hoisted her up until Ellie found her ass planted on top of the island again. Fury turned away from her and yanked open drawers, looking for something.

“Fury? Did I make you angry? What―”

“I can’t let you do that. I’m frustrated as hell but not mad at you.”

“Why not? I want to.”

Fury turned, revealing he had a roll of silver duct tape in his hand. He walked over and gently flattened his palm over her chest. He pushed until she ended up flat on her back on the cool surface. He leaned over her.

“My c**k swells. Remember? I’m so damn ready to come right now that I wouldn’t last a minute. Can you imagine if I swelled inside your mouth?”

She stared at him with dawning comprehension. “Oh. That probably wouldn’t be good, considering you’re already pretty big. I think it would be okay though as long as I stick to the top. You swell near the base.”

His features relaxed as some of the tension melted away. “Yeah. I’d love for you to do that but don’t turn me on so much next time, the first time we try something. I’m a shooter, Ellie. You can feel me inside you when my se**n releases, can’t you? I’d shoot so hard and so much, I’d choke you. You can do that to me later if you’re up for a second round. Now I need to calm or it won’t be good for you.”

She stared at the tape with confusion. “What is that for?”

He grinned. “Give me your wrists.”

“Why?”

He grabbed a dishtowel. “Now.”

She hesitated but she trusted him enough to lift her arms. Fury smiled and wrapped the dishtowel around them and then used his teeth to pull tape free from the roll. It astonished Ellie when he wound tape over the dishtowel and bound her wrists together. She lay there and watched him pull more tape, leaving it still connected to the roll and her wrists.

He rounded the island to stand at her head. She looked up at him until he squatted down out of her line of sight. She heard more tape being pulled and then he slowly tugged her wrists above her head with the tape until her arms stretched. She heard him doing something at the side of the island before he stood. He’d gotten rid of the roll.

Ellie pulled on her wrists but couldn’t bring them back down. Her gaze flew to Fury. He looked damn amused. “What are you doing?”

He lifted up the honey and shifted her legs, bent over the island until his h*ps wedged between her thighs. “I want to eat some honey too.”

Ellie bit her lip and shivered. Fury turned the bottle over and dripped honey over her lower stomach and lower still, until drops hit the inside of her thighs. Fury moved his hips, pushing hers farther apart, and Ellie closed her eyes when more drips landed on her spread pu**y.

Fury sat the honey bottle on the edge and then bent over her. His hot mouth and tongue licked her as he lapped up each sweet drop. Ellie wanted to touch him but her hands were secured over her head. By the time he reached the inside of her thigh she burned with raw need.

“Fury,” she begged.

“Easy. I’m getting there.”

“Now, Fury. Please? Do that later but I need you. Please? Take me.”

He growled. Ellie opened her eyes and met his. He rose and gripped her inner thighs, moving his h*ps closer to hers. Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her a few inches down the island to the edge a heartbeat before he entered her body. Ellie threw her head back and cried out in pleasure.

“Let me go,” she moaned. “I want to touch you.” She pulled on her wrists but the tape and dishtowel wouldn’t break. He’d tied the tape too tightly around the material.

Fury’s hands gripped her h*ps as he started to thrust into her at a steady, deep pace. Ellie thrashed on the countertop. She moaned, whimpered, and wondered if she’d survive how good the sensations were to have him awakening her body, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. He moved faster, feeling even better. Ellie tightened her legs around his waist, moving them higher to give him freer access with his hammering hips.

She heard him growl and then pressure registered against her vaginal walls as he started swelling inside her. The pressure increased while he continued to f**k her. One of his hands spread where he held her and his thumb brushed against her clit, rubbing it. Ellie screamed, cl**axing hard, and Fury roared out her name as he buried his c**k deep, his body trembling as hot se**n poured into her as he came hard within her.

“Fury!” A male voice roared.

Ellie’s eyes flew open. She was dazed, shocked, and horrified when Justice rushed into the kitchen with two NSO officers on his heels. Justice threw himself at Fury, tackled him, and threw him away from Ellie.

Ellie screamed in fear and shock at what happened as Justice and Fury locked in battle in the corner of the kitchen. Justice punched Fury and Fury tried to throw the other man out of the way to get to her. The two NSO officers rushed to help Justice restrain Fury, grabbed his arms, and slammed him into the counter. Fury roared, tossed one of the men hard into the nearby counter. Glass broke.

Ellie twisted hard to her side, trying to roll off the countertop where she lay stretched naked, her wrists still restrained above her head, but too upset, too shocked, and too full of adrenaline to be graceful.

Her movement was too violent and she ended up misjudging the edge. She fell and pure panic struck when she couldn’t even grab for something to stop her fall. Pain exploded inside her head as she slammed into the side of the island, the tile edge of it making contact with her temple. Blackness rushed at her along with intense pain. She heard one thing before she lost consciousness.