Chapter 29
Ellie was not okay. Who on this earth would be? She had the delectable taste of Estella Grant on her tongue, the luxurious silky softness of her bed beneath her back and the hot press of Estella’s naked body pushing her down into the sheets. She was so wet she was probably ruining them.
Estella grabbed a handful of her hair as she kissed her, aggressively, possessive.
When had Ellie lost her hair tie? When Estella had been holding her head, grinding herself against Ellie’s tongue?
Ellie moaned at the memory, and Estella used her grip on her hair to tug her head back, her mouth now hot on Ellie’s neck.
Ellie gave in. She needed Estella right now, needed her touch, needed her roughness and sweetness and fury.
Estella pinned her wrists above her head, her thigh pushed between Ellie’s splayed ones, her skin hot and smooth against her clit and Ellie cried out, her hips writhing, finally about to get the friction she needed.
Estella pulled back, just a fraction. She was watching Ellie, her eyes predatory, and Ellie felt helpless and desperate and oh fuck she loved it.
“You’re so needy,” Estella told her, voice hard and matter of fact, and Ellie moaned.
Her bones were liquid. Estella was all over her: her scent, her taste, her touch, her voice, those eyes, those lips, the satisfying press of her full body weight.
Ellie wanted to drown in her. She was beyond caring how desperate she sounded.
“I am. Please, I need it—”
“You’re a mess,” Estella said reprovingly.
She kissed Ellie, hard, sloppy, and Ellie knew she was tasting herself on Ellie’s tongue.
It only made her throb more. Thankfully, Estella pressed her smooth thigh back in, letting Ellie roll her hips, shamelessly begging.
“I shouldn’t be letting you do this,” Estella growled, even as her eyes drank in the sight of Ellie desperately chasing release beneath Estella as she held her captive.
“It’s all you’re going to get.” Ellie knew, even as she moaned, her hips racing furiously, that Estella was lying.
She was getting off on putting Ellie in her place and god Ellie liked it.
“Please—” Ellie begged, even as the warning sparks raced through her nerves, the hot press of Estella above her, just enough. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll lick you for hours. Please just let me—”
“I’m going to do whatever I want to you.
” Estella’s face was flushed with want, her words a threat, a promise and a surrender all in one.
Ellie felt the words hit, undoing her so thoroughly that every part of her body seemed to dissolve with the tidal wave of hot pleasure that made her ears ring as she rode out the orgasm Estella Grant finally allowed her to have.
When she managed to open her eyes, Estella was still fully on top of her, hands still pinning her wrists, her blue eyes full of heat and wonder for just barely a second before she kissed Ellie so hard she couldn’t breathe.
Ellie let her. Let the shock of her own hungry release fuel her as she kissed back with such vigour it was like they were fighting.
Estella bit her lip, hard, making her cry out.
She wrapped her legs tightly around Estella’s hips pulling her in impossibly closer, and Estella let go of her right wrist to grab her hair again, baring her throat for her teeth.
They were clawing at each other, like they were trying to get inside each other’s skin and it felt fucking perfect to Ellie like they were both finally telling the goddamn truth.
“You want me,” she hissed into Estella’s pretty, pink shell of an ear. “You need this.”
Estella pulled back, one arm supporting her up, the other hand going to Ellie’s throat. She didn’t push or squeeze. She just held it there. The most dangerous woman in the city. And Ellie let her.
“One night,” Estella said. “One night is all you get.”
Ellie lay there, staring up at the blaze of those eyes, that hand right there on her throat, all threat and fury and want.
“Fine,” she said softly. “It’s all you get too.”
Estella’s eyes scrunched shut. For the faintest second her hand squeezed but then, just as quickly she let go.
She melted down into Ellie’s body, clutched her tight and pulled them both onto their sides, face to face, her arm draped up around Ellie to all but cradle her.
Her eyes slowly opened on Ellie’s face. “Okay,” she whispered softly. “Okay.”
Ellie’s heart did something strange in her chest. The twinge was close enough to something terrifying that she knew Estella was right.
One night. They could have nothing more than that.
The thought spurred her to do something shocking.
She leaned in, softly, and pressed a gentle kiss to Estella’s lips.
Estella seemed to freeze in her tracks. Ellie didn’t withdraw.
She kissed her again, just as gently, no demand, no ferocity.
Estella sucked in a breath, and then another, like she was drowning.
Then, she placed her hand on Ellie’s chest, the lightest of pressure, like a tentative plea to stop.
Ellie felt on the edge of a precipice, like all it would take was one sharp shove.
She remembered, just barely as if it were a message written above them by a sky writer, drifting away in a puff of white smoke, barely even legible anymore: crime boss, criminal, probably a murderer.
She couldn’t feel the words as she gazed into Estella’s baby blues but somewhere, far-off, she knew that they existed.
“No,” Estella said softly. She shook her head.
“This is not like that.” Ellie knew, like she always knew, that Estella was lying.
“We get one night.” Estella took a shaky breath, her eyes closing and when she opened them, her pupils were big, her eyes gone dark.
“One night and I’m going to use you in every way I can, and you are going to let me take everything I want.
” Ellie heard herself moan. How did Estella know, exactly what to say, to make Ellie want to tie herself in knots for her?
Estella was watching her face intently. “Tell me,” she whispered.
“I need you to tell me that’s what you want Ellie. ”
“Yes.” Ellie didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, please.” She was already molten at the thought of it. Estella Grant. One night. Taking Ellie over and over again. “You only get one night,” she said. “One night that I’m all yours.” She watched Estella’s eyes flare black. “So you better take your fill.”
She’d made Estella get out of bed and go trim her sharp manicured nails — Estella slightly shocked at the order, Ellie laughing helplessly at her expression — and for that she was deeply grateful.
Estella liked her entirely helpless, tied tight to her headboard, thighs splayed, one too many of Estella’s fingers stretching her, relentless, while Ellie bucked and sweated, swore and sobbed for more.
Estella liked reclining back on her pillows like a goddamned queen, making Ellie sit astride her hips, writhing for more while Estella just watched, taunting her for her hunger, pinching and rolling her nipples like Ellie was purely there for her own amusement.
She liked waiting for Ellie to be incoherent with desire before she directed her up with a deliberate crook of one finger, making her spread her thighs on either side of Estella’s head, Estella lazily licking her like she couldn’t care less if Ellie came, only that she did what she was told, and that made her come even harder.
She liked grabbing Ellie’s hair and clutching it in hard fists as she ground her pussy against Ellie’s mouth, whispering terrible taunts, that Ellie was hers and hers alone, that she would ruin her for anyone else. Ellie moaned and throbbed and wondered if this, indeed, was the truth.
The push and pull between them lasted hours into the night until the two of them were drunk with exhaustion, hazy, almost sick with lack of sleep.
Finally, Ellie succumbed to the hard-won peace of her deeply satiated, well-used body, drifting into dreams. When she woke with a start, Estella was asleep, arms still around her, skin warm and smelling of sex.
She stared at her face. Estella Grant looked innocent, harmless, vulnerable, and Ellie couldn’t even begin to deal with that.
She closed her eyes tightly, tried to conjure up the memory of that terrible night — Estella and Ken dragging a bloodied incoherent man onto a sofa to tie up as easily as if they were shuffling papers on a desk — but it didn’t work.
That blood was only there in the first place because of Ellie, after all.
“Not those biscuits,” Estella mumbled in her sleep. Ellie jumped slightly at the sound, and Estella clung closer to her, her face pressing into Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie lay awake, smiling up into the dark.
When she opened her eyes again, Estella was awake.
Sunrise was leaking through the open curtains, flooding the room with low pink light.
The night was over. They were kissing before either of them were really awake, pulling at each other, until Estella had three fingers inside her, Ellie’s teeth sinking into the soft skin of her shoulder, both of them rocking and crying out in desperate need.
Nothing about last night had sated anything.
But after that, Ellie slunk naked down the stairs and put her clothes on, over her sticky, aching body, and Estella slid into some kind of slinky rich mob boss robe to see her off.
They stood at the front door without speaking and there, Estella stroked Ellie’s hair, soothing the tangles she’d created, tucking a lock behind her ears.
She didn’t kiss her again. There was nothing left to say that wasn’t trite, or pointless, or completely insane, so Ellie just met her eyes and nodded.
It was over.