Chapter 262 Ellena

• I glanced out the window. He was in the driveway, hosing down his old off-road truck. He'd peeled off his shirt in the suffocating heat, water streaming over his tanned chest, those thick, heavy muscles contracting with every scrub of the sponge.
• God, he is so fucking hot.
• This was the umpteenth time I had seen him half-naked. I used to brush off my little crush, telling myself it was normal to admire a handsome man. But after last night—after hearing my mom sobbing and begging for mercy while he mercilessly tore her apart—everything was different. Looking at those strong, corded arms now, all I could think about was what they would feel like pinning me down. What that massive body would do to my aching, desperately empty core if he got hold of me.