Fury

someone would look for her when they realized she’d gone missing.

She’d resent being held captive no matter how much pleasure he gave her. He knew all about being locked up and restrained. He may have done it to her to get her into his bed once but to force her to stay there long-term would be unforgivable. She’d grow to hate him. He couldn’t bear the thought.

Frustration bloomed inside his chest even as he jerked from another contraction of pleasure. He had marked her with his seed on her thigh and damn it, he thought of her as his already. She’d belonged to him from the moment she’d walked into his cell, touched him, then killed Jacob to protect him. He just couldn’t keep her. It infuriated him into a blinding rage now that he believed she hadn’t intended to be cruel by blaming the death on him.

He fought it and kept his face against her skin to hide his expression. The rage started to ease and then he smelled her blood. His eyes shot open and he licked his lips, tasting it there. In horror he realized what he’d done.

“Fuck,” he growled viciously.

 

That is exactly what he thinks we just did, Ellie thought. But it meant more to me than just sex. His head lifted from her chest, making it easier to catch her breath. His still rigid cock bumped against her pussy and made Ellie aware she’d become very sensitive in that area. It had been a long time since she’d had sex.

Fury pushed up with his hands to lift off her hips and crouched over her, keeping her body pinned between his arms and legs while he hovered there. “Damn it,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Ellie.”

Hurt me? That confused her. What they had shared had been pretty incredible. Mind blowing, extreme climax, the hardest she’d ever come in her life. She followed the path of his gaze to find his attention fixed on her right breast. She had to lift her head to see better and was startled when she saw a tiny amount of blood smeared over the side of her right breast and running into the valley between them. Her gaze flew to his and saw the regret on his handsome face. She wondered what had caused the bleeding and who it had come from.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He clamped his lips together, a furious expression etched on his features, and then he nearly leapt from the bed to storm into the bathroom. She was momentarily blinded from the bright light when he flipped a switch but watched him disappear inside the other room.

She carefully closed her legs. Yeah, I’m going to tender for a while, she silently admitted, her sex feeling a little swollen and sensitive to any movement. He’d been larger than average and she’d gone without sex since her divorce, having sworn off men after that nightmare.

She experienced slight shame over the fact that she’d so easily been turned on by Fury but she’d wanted him since she’d first laid eyes on him inside that cold testing facility. She’d never imagined the possibility of being with him, tied to a bed, in a different place. Not the kind of ending after hot sex I hoped for if we ever got together. What a disaster. The sound of running water came from the other room, pulling her from her thoughts.

Fury reappeared in seconds and she felt proud that she remained so calm under the strange and stressful circumstances. He refused to glance at her face, instead concentrating on her chest. He held a wet hand towel when he perched on the edge of the bed.

“Allow me tend to you. I really didn’t mean to inflict pain.”

“I’m not hurt.” She spoke softly but knew he heard her. “Just release me.”

“I’m going to clean you up.” He sighed. “You’re bleeding. I nicked you with my teeth but I didn’t bite into you. It’s just a scratch but deep enough to bleed.”

Great. My blood. At least it didn’t hurt. “Just let me go and I’ll tend to it.”

“No.” He carefully wiped at the skin just under her right breast, tenderly dabbing there. He hesitated and then cleaned her thigh where he’d left his sexual mark, washed away his semen.

Hot sex had turned into a calamity. Her passion cooled to leave a bitter aftertaste. Fury didn’t hold her after sex, no tender words came from him unless an apology for making her bleed counted. And he washed away the evidence of passion he’d left on her, as cold as the wet cloth he used to do it with. She suddenly wanted to leave in the worst way and forget what had happened between them.

She attempted to hide how embarrassed it made her feel that she’d come apart under him when Fury probably still hated her. It had all just been an act of revenge regardless of what he’d claimed though it had meant a hell of a lot more to her. She wanted to get away from him before she fell apart. It would happen soon. She hoped he had found the kind of justice he had been looking for.

“We’re even now, right?” She fought back the wave of tears that threatened. Don’t cry, damn it. She kept repeating that a few times. Her emotions were too close to the surface and she felt vulnerable. She also didn’t want him to feel worse for the nick he’d given her. He could mistake her tears for physical pain. A remorseful expression marred his grim features. They had enough misunderstandings between them to last a lifetime. She didn’t want to add to them.

His dark gaze lifted to hers. He studied her for a long moment and an emotion she couldn’t read flickered in his dark eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but he never got the words out. Loud pounding suddenly fractured the silence.

“Damn it,” Fury snarled.

He stood from the bed and stormed toward the bathroom door. It shocked Ellie how quickly he could move. He threw the wet hand towel through the open bathroom door. He spun, returned to the bed, and reached down to grab the blanket he’d removed from her earlier. He spread it over her once again to cover her from breast to feet. In the next heartbeat he yanked on his sweats before he lunged out of the room. The bedroom door slammed closed behind him.

Ellie lay there wondering if she should yell for help. If she drew attention by calling out they’d find her tied naked to his bed with the injury from his teeth. It would appear really bad. They probably would assume he’d sexually assaulted her. She didn’t want anyone to arrest him for a crime he hadn’t committed.

He’d already paid dearly for a crime he didn’t commit. She’d never suffered a moment for killing Jacob. She