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  What does that mean? She frowned. He grinned wolfishly. Her heart raced as his gaze lowered to her breasts. One hand brushed over her stomach so lightly it tickled. His palm slid higher until he cupped one of her breasts with a hot, large hand. Alarm shot through Ellie when he gently squeezed.

  “Soft. For a woman your size, these are larger than I expected.” He lowered his head when he released his hold on her.

  Ellie gasped as his warm breath fanned across her breast a second before Fury’s hot, wet mouth latched on to her nipple. His teeth scraped the sensitive skin as he flicked a raspy-textured tongue over the bud of her breast. Ellie jerked under him and tightly squeezed her eyes closed.

  Pleasure shot from her nipple straight into her belly that quivered. She bit her lip to silence a moan, shocked that she’d react that strongly to him. He sucked harder, the strong tugs from his mouth sending jolts through Ellie’s entire body. He didn’t hurt her but she knew he could have. Liquid heat dampened her thighs and she squeezed them together under his body, proof of how turned on she’d become.

  This is worse, she decided, as her body responded to Fury’s seduction. The arousal he forced her to feel made her stomach clench and with every tug of his mouth, she swore she could feel it on her clit instead. The relentless lips refused to release her breast, the pleasure nearly becoming painful, and her body burned. What he did to her had to be the most incredibly erotic thing she’d ever experienced. She bit her lip but was unable to stop the soft moan that escaped.

  His mouth pulled back, drawing her nipple taut until he let go. Ellie swallowed hard as she stared into a pair of intense brown eyes. A soft growl came from the back of his throat. He tore his gaze from hers to lower his attention down her body once more.

  “See, Ellie?” He spoke in a raspy, sexy voice. “I am in control of your body. You can’t stop me from making you respond this time.” He glanced up to lock gazes with her. “Despite what Jacob had done to me that day, I wanted you, and this is the perfect revenge. You made my cock harden after you touched me and your scent of arousal filled my cell. It hurt me more than your abandonment. Now you have a taste of knowing unfulfilled desire put there by someone you tried to resist.”

  She stared into his eyes as his words sank in. Mortification from her overpowering response to his seduction left her speechless. Ellie’s dignity definitely was injured. She’d been betrayed by a body tingling from the touch of a man who hated her. She hoped he’d feel better, think they were even, and he’d let her go. She relaxed under him. Yeah, this is definitely a perfect way to get revenge, she concurred. She blinked back tears, waited until she was calm enough to speak again.

  “Are we even now?”She hated the way she spoke in a breathless whisper.

  Dark eyes lifted to meet hers. “Even? Not yet. I said the perfect revenge.”

  “But you just―”

  He growled softly. “They hurt me for hours. I could torment you for hours with my mouth and hands. There many ways to make someone ache.”

  Ellie gaped at him. He scooted lower and his hands encircled her thighs to shove them wide apart. His arms slid under her legs and wrapped around them to pin them open with his shoulders pressed against the inside of her thighs.

  Ellie tried to slam her knees together after the initial shock but his body was in the way. He tore his attention from her face to where he had her pussy openly displayed under his chin, seemed to study her, and then his head lowered. Shock, dismay, and surprise gripped her. She could feel his hot breath touching her exposed inner folds and clit.

  “Wait!” Ellie struggled, wiggled her hips, and bucked to get out of his hold when he turned his face to lick the inside of her thigh. She jerked on the bed, tried to twist away, but he refused to let go. He displayed his strength when he pinned her tighter until she couldn’t move at all. His jaw brushed her skin, rubbed her higher on her inner thigh, back and forth, caressing gently.

  “Will you hold your legs open so I can touch you with my hands? I’ll release your wrists from the headboard if you do as I say.”

  “I don’t do this on a first date or even a fifth one. I’m not comfortable with anyone going down on me.” She yanked frantically at the material binding her wrists. She bucked her hips but she couldn’t squirm free from his powerful embrace. “Punish me some other way but not that. I angered you but I didn’t purposely embarrass you, did I? You want us even but I didn’t put my mouth below your waist.”

  “I didn’t think you’d agree. I’ll use my hands to hold you still.”

  “Not like this,” she begged.

  Fury cocked his head. “Like this?”

  “Don’t touch me just to get revenge.”

  “Oh, Ellie,” he rasped. “I want you. Don’t you know that? This is far beyond something as simple as payback. Tell me yes so I can give us both what we need.”

  Ellie saw passion burning in his beautiful brown eyes. He looked incredibly sexy and her body ached with need at seeing his handsome face between her thighs, so close to where she hurt the most, and she relaxed. She nodded, realized she’d probably just lost her mind, but Fury’s expression of relief validated her agreement.

  Ellie gasped when his tongue flickered over the most sensitive spot on her body. His lips sealed over the small bundle of nerves and his tongue applied pressure, teasing up and down over her clit. She froze, tensed, and the sensations of his suckling mouth spread throughout her body.

  He’s really doing it. He― Oh God. That feels so good.

  His tongue had an unusual texture and the response he drew from her with each lick, every suck, almost hurt, but in the best way possible. He kept the pressure on and his tongue moved against her clit without pause, without hesitation. She couldn’t stop making the loud moans that filled the room as she threw her head back, her fingers gripping the material around her wrists, just for something to hang on to.

  He’s going to kill me after all, she thought. It wasn’t going to be from him strangling her or breaking her neck. He planned to lick her to death, make her body hurt in delicious ways, and ache painfully to come. She tried to reason with herself, tried to remember that she hated men going down on her, had never enjoyed it, but a growl from Fury sent vibrations against her swollen bud. She lost her train of thought, only able to feel just him, Fury, and his mouth that made her quiver and burn with need.

  The climax hit her brutally, an explosion of ecstasy that made her cry out loudly as it rippled through her shaking body. Her muscles trembled, shook, and her mind shut down. She lost all ability to think, to form words, just able to experience the white-hot haze of pleasure until his mouth released her.

  Ellie had to catch her breath. Her oversensitive body shivered when his hands released her legs gently and hot skin brushed against her mound, her lower stomach, and then her breasts as he rose up her body until they were face-to-face.

  If he killed her now she wouldn’t even care. She was a breathing marshmallow. Boneless. Hell, she thought, I’ve never felt better in my whole life. She opened her eyes to stare into his beautiful dark ones.

  “I should walk away from the room, leaving you here without a single backward glance. That’s what you did to me.”

  I don’t care anymore if she is lying to me, Fury thought, licking his lips, the honeyed taste of her passion driving his need to completely possess Ellie to an unbearable painful ache. She was so sweet, so responsive, and he no longer wanted to think the worst of her while staring into her beautiful eyes. He wanted to believe, even for the time he had with her, that every word she uttered would be absolute truth.

  Pathetic, he silently berated his line of thinking. He had lost his mind over a small, frail human. He’d sworn to never allow one to get too close to him, but there he lay, on a bed with one—his Ellie.

  He’d not only lost his temper but his tight rein on his animalist urges and his mind. He’d also lost his heart to her. She was human, not to be trusted, yet he still wanted her. When did I become a masochis