Ellie’s pov

The tension from the kitchen had built too high to ignore any longer on this never ending day. After leaving Marcus there I had barely made it back to my room when I heard his footsteps in the hallway.

My door opened and he stood there, his eyes dark with the same hunger I felt burning inside me. “Ellie I can not fight this anymore,” he said, his voice thick as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Before I could answer he pulled me into his arms, his strong hands gripping my waist through the thin t-shirt.

“Marcus we should not,” I whispered but my...