Page 80 of Emerald

“Where the hell are we? Whose home is this?” she asks, jumping out of the Jeep.

I don’t answer her questions, but instead, I indicate for her to follow me as I walk up to the home.

“Oh, wow,” she gasps as she enters the beach house.

“It’s mine,” I confess as I follow her.

She turns quickly. “Yours?”

I nod. “I like being alone, and I needed somewhere to go when things in my mind got too much.” Her brows knit together in confusion at my statement. “Most nights, I suffer from nightmares, it seems they have disappeared since you arrived.”

“What do you dream of?” she asks.

“Old tours. Faces of the people I have killed,” I confess to her.

“You have a conscious. That’s because you’re a good man,” she tells me. “I haven’t thought about any of the people I have killed. They all deserved it, that’s all I know,” she says with a shrug.

“There is nothing good about the thoughts I have about you.” I smirk, changing the subject.

“Is that so?” She grins, turning her back to me and walking toward the glass doors that lead out to the pool and then the sandy white beach before disappearing into the blue sea. “And this place no one knows about?”

I nod. I’m fairly confident they don’t. “There is nothing down here for them. We are in the middle of nowhere. Unless Manuel is tracking you?”

Elena stills for a moment before pulling out her phone and looking down at it. She taps on her phone a couple of timesbefore looking back at me. “No, he’s not following me. I don’t have any cuts on me, so I doubt he’s placed a device inside me. Unless it’s old school and he has literally sent someone after me,” she says, raising a brow.

“Didn’t notice a tail, but I have good security here. We will be alerted if someone comes.”

She grins as she starts to slowly undress. My mouth turns dry, there’s a lump in my throat as my eyes can’t escape the erotic image in front of me. Firstly, her shirt hits the floor, exposing her bikini top, then she wiggles out of her shorts and kicks them to the side, leaving her in barely-there bikini bottoms. She turns around and shows me that they are G-string cut, and her gorgeous peachy ass is exposed to me. My mouth waters as all I can think about is biting it. The thick sexual tension is cut by her phone ringing. We both still and glare at her bag which is on the floor, she rushes over to it and pulls it from her bag, and relief falls across her face.

“Sophie, hi,” she says, answering the phone.Thank fuck.My shoulders relax. “You did. Oh my god. This is amazing. Is she okay?” Elena’s face lights up. “I can imagine she’s shell-shocked.” I watch as she nods at what Sophie is saying. “Yes. I found Pearl. Everything is in place for next week.” Elena wraps her arms around herself. “I did what I had to,” she answers Sophie, those sea foam eyes looking up at me. “Thank you,” she says. “He’s with me.” She stares at me. “I tolerate him.”

Oh, that’s it. She tolerates me. She does more than that. Maybe I should remind her. I stalk over to where she is standing, those green eyes widening with each of my long steps, curious over my movements, until I drop to my knees in front of her. Elena stares at me, her jaw open as I grab her long leg, hook it over my shoulder, and grin.Tolerates me.My fingers find the seam of her bikini bottom, and I slide it to the side, baring her glistening pussy into my line of sight, and before she can sayanything else my mouth delves between her thighs, and I lick her from asshole to clit in one long stroke.

Elena lets out a squeak, her eyes bugging out as she looks down at me. “Just stubbed my toe,” she explains to Sophie. “Yeah, I guess Nash and I are getting along somewhat. We have a truce you could say,” she continues to explain to Sophie. “He could try harder.” She grins down at me.

Oh. Really now? I silently question her with an arch of my brow. I lick her again but this time I suck on her clit. Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as she tries to stifle a moan. “No, I don’t think I’ll kill him. He has some skills I could use.”Funny.Damn right I do, and it’s making her come. “Yes, we seem to have sorted out our differences. We’re playing nice,for now.” We most certainly have sorted out our differences, thanks to my tongue in her cunt. “Yeah, he mentioned he might consider coming back once the mission is over. I’m sure Brooks will be happy.” I know my brother will be, but I was kind of hoping she might be happy about it, too.Who the hell are you? Thinking you deserve happiness after everything you have done.“I’ve got to go, talk soon, Soph.” Elena ends the call and throws her phone onto the sofa. “Where did you go? Are you sick of eating me already?” she questions, looking down at me as she pushes me away. She’s right. I’m supposed to be eating her not thinking about a future with this woman as I fall on my ass. The next thing I know she is straddling me on the floor. “One minute you were eating me like your life depended on it, and the next, you stopped. Did I say something wrong?” she questions me.

“No.”

“Then what was it? I was thoroughly enjoying what we were doing. I like it when you get naughty.” She grins. This woman has my chest tightening and I hate myself for it. Those sea foam green eyes narrow and I know she is seconds away from getting inside my head and working it out. She runs her hand over myhead and scratches it a couple of times with her nails, a groan falls from my lips as goosebumps cross my flesh. That feels so good.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” I tell her.

“Oh, I think it does. You stopped licking me just when things were getting good.”

“I got in my own head, okay,” I spit out angrily, more at myself than her as she continues to scratch my head.

“About this?” she asks. I nod. Not daring to say a word. “Are you wondering if we will continue doing what we are doing if you come back to Ibiza?” I knew she could read my mind. “I don’t know what the future holds, Nash, but I’m not done with you yet and I hope you aren’t with me.”

“Far from it,” I answer.

She smiles. “Good. Now will you fuck me and put me out of my misery.”

We’ve spentmost of the day in bed exploring every inch of each other. How have I become addicted to this woman so quickly? I love her sass, she keeps me on my toes. Maybe I’ve had too many knocks to the head to be liking the combativeness of what we have, I’m addicted to the push and pull. I’m also addicted to fucking her and caressing her with my knife. Never in my life would I have ever thought holding a knife to a woman’s throat would get me hard or her wet.It’s fucked up.There has to be something broken inside me to like this, and this woman seems to call to the darkness in me.And I like it.Elena seems to like exploring with me as if she feels safe for the first time in bed with someone to let her control go. It’s still there, but I can see she is relenting to me. She doesn’t fight back when I push her armsabove her head and hold her by the wrists where she is unable to break free as I slide my dick inside her. I may be physically stronger than her, but I know she could erase my existence in two seconds if she wants to, and honestly, that is fucking hot.See, I’m messed up.

“You’re awfully quiet.” She smirks, looking up at me as we laze on the sofa after I cooked her a delicious meal of steak on the outside grill and salad.

“You’ve worn me out.” I chuckle as I place a kiss on her forehead.

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