Free Ellena by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

responsibility now, and Troy and I are going to make her see she’s special to us,” Roy said, and Leon smiled. He felt that tinge of excitement and relief knowing that Ellena was going to be their woman. They would work on convincing her that she was their special woman and not some fling. Then he felt that pinch of nervousness and uncertainty. Was it fear that Ellena wouldn’t accept all the Rue men as lovers or was it the worry that he could get caught up in some sort of conspiracy to take him down and destroy his entire life and those around him? He suddenly felt angry. He loved his brothers and he was certain he already loved Ellena, but he had to protect them at all costs. Even if it meant his life.

Chapter 8
     
    Ellena was lying facedown on the comfortable massage table wearing only her panties and covered by a towel draped over her ass. This was a first for her. Letting some stranger massage her body and giving up control to the sensations of relaxation was not normal for her. She liked being in control. She didn’t like feeling vulnerable. Luke, the masseuse was gay and had the most charming personality. He had engaged her in conversation, and learning that this was her first visit to the spa, he’d recommended the order of her activities. She had a manicure and pedicure, she had a facial, and now she was going to get the royal message. She was just beginning to relax and clear her mind of anything but peace and calmness. The sounds of some kind of acoustic tunes gently flowed through the air and around the low-lit room. She could totally take a nap right now. This is wonderful.
    She heard the door open and then Luke’s voice.
    “How are we feeling, honey?” he asked, and she smiled.
    “I feel very relaxed.” She was surprised at how her voice sounded. It was almost sexy. She giggled to herself.
    “I’m going to begin. Just let me know if you need more pressure or if something feels tight.”
    “Okay.”
    Those were her last words to Luke. He began her message, and she was in total relaxation. The man was a god with his hands. She was in love with Luke. She smiled inside as she absorbed every moment of the massage. She heard him whisper next to her ear, “I’ll be right back. You rest and take your time to get up. You might feel a bit light headed.”
    She whispered an okay, or at least thought she did, but wasn’t certain because she was so calm and content. She wished the hour hadn’t gone by so quickly. She would definitely do this again.
    She must have dozed off because sometime later she heard the door open, and then she felt the hands on her shoulders. Immediately she tensed. It didn’t feel like Luke’s. As she went to move to look, one large hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and kept her face pressed hard against the sheet. The other hand held her back down and right in the center. She gasped.
    “Do not move, Ellena. We have things to discuss.”
    Immediately she recognized Parker’s voice. Her stomach dropped. She instantly knew she was in deep trouble here. Why had she let him buy her the earrings and why had she allowed him to take her to lunch? What the hell was I thinking? Shit! I need to do something.
    “What the hell are you doing here? You have no right to be in here right now.” She raised her voice, her relaxation and contentedness long gone from her body. She was shaking like a leaf.
    His grip tightened, and then he began to explore her back with his hand.
    “You fucked both those men, did ya?” He asked as he squeezed and pulled her hair so that her face was turned toward him. She locked gazes with his dark eyes despite the dim light.
    “What?”
    He moved his face right against her face. His teeth were clenched, and he looked like some out-of-control psycho. “You heard me. The Rue men, Leon and Mack. You fucking them?”
    “Fuck you!” she blurted out, her damn Cajun spunk getting the better of her.
    Parker pulled her up and off the table. She nearly fell to the