Page 60 of Emerald

“I don’t think you’re a monster.”

She shakes her head. “You don’t think I wouldn’t go and seduce someone or put a bullet between their eyes if I’m told to? I have no free will. I’m the CIA’s fucking slutty puppet.” Tears well in her eyes again and she angrily shoves them away. “Once I find Pearl, I’m done. I don’t want to be in this life anymore, even if that means I must end it myself to be free.” She turns on her heel and storms into the house.

Fuck.

I stomp into the house, my mind racing at Ellie’s confession, and then I hear a splash in the pool and rush out to watch as Ellie sinks to the bottom and doesn’t resurface.

Fuck.

I shuck off my shoes, socks, jeans, and then my shirt, and jump in after her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her up to the surface, but she fights me all the way.

“What the fuck, Nash,” she says, pushing me away from her.

“I thought you were trying to hurt yourself.”

“Please, I would never do it in such a basic kind of way,” she says, glaring at me.

I shake my head. “You scared me, especially after what you just said.”

Her eyes soften as the water drips over her cheeks and slides down between her breasts. That’s when I notice she is in her underwear, my eyes falling on the now see-through fabric exposing her pert nipples to me. I swallow hard as I force myself to look away from them.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” she says, taking a couple of steps toward me, then unclasping her bra, the material falling into the water and floating away.

Her perfect breasts bob free, those pert pink nipples staring right at me. “Ellie,” I growl her name.

“What?” she says coyly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, through gritted teeth. She shrugs. I take a couple of steps back until my back hits the wall of the pool. The next thing I know she is swinging her G-string above her head and throwing it onto the side. “Ellie, what the …?”

“Sssh,” she says, placing a finger on my lips. “Don’t talk, don’t say a thing. I need this.”

I shake my head. “You’re drunk, I’m not going to take advantage of you like this.”

Ellie grins. “So you’ve thought about taking advantage of me?”

“You know you’re hot.”

“Apparently, so people say.”

“We’re not doing this. I don’t care how much you think you want this. I can guarantee in the morning you’re going to regret it, and honestly, I don’t want you to regret my cock fucking you.”

Ellie bites her bottom lip, and I don’t know how I have the strength, but I halt her affections. “What you need is a shower and bed.”

“Will you stay with me? I … I find it hard to sleep,” she confesses.

“If you want me to, I will.” She nods as her face relaxes and for the first time, she looks sweet, almost innocent, more like her age. “Come here,” I say, holding out my arms for her, she looks like she needs a hug. She steps into my arms and wraps herself around me, holding me tightly. I try to suppress the feeling of her tits against me.

“Thank you,” she says quietly into my chest.

“You’re safe with me, Ellie, I promise.”

“Your dick says otherwise.” She giggles against my bare chest.

“He has no morals that one.” I chuckle.

Ellie stills against me before looking up at me. “Was that a real laugh?”

“Maybe.”

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