She couldn't be trusted, but Fury wanted her anyway. "And when did I become a masochist?"
Ellie opened her mouth to speak, but seeing the anguished look on Fury's beautiful face, she didn't say anything. She became his guilt, and no amount of apology could change the past. She just stared at him with her mouth shut. Fury's gaze dropped to her chest.
After only a moment's hesitation, he lifted his hand and placed it again on her breasts, wrapping it gently around her, and Ellie arched to press closer to his palm. Fury looked into her eyes again.
"I want you. I hate it, but I really want to be with you, to know what it feels like when you shrink around me, and the pleasure that I think we could deliver to each other. I have never wanted a woman so much.
Tell me that I can have you or he
