Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,140

drags me to the edge of the bed.

I cry out when his teeth sink down onto the inside of my thigh, his lips closing over the skin to mark me as his.

He always has to mark me, that possessive nature of his running bone deep.

Fingers sneaking beneath the sides of my panties, he pulls them off as he stands again, his eyes molten as he unbuttons his pants and lets them fall down his legs.

“First time fast, Em. I can’t wait. And I’m not patient.”

He shoves off his boxer briefs, and the sight of him traps the breath in my lungs.

Ezra is carved to perfection over every inch of his exquisite body.

Fighting to speak, I ask, “First time?”

His lips curl.

“Second through fifth time, we’ll go much, much slower.”

“Fifth?”

The word is lost as he grabs my legs and spreads them, his cock sinking inside my body as he growls, “Fuck, killer. Thank you.”

My body arches over the bed to be filled so fully, the muscles stretching to accommodate his length and girth, both pleasure and heat driven through me so fiercely that I’m melting when he grips the back of my head, fists his hand in my hair and tugs me up into a blistering kiss.

Speaking against my lips, he apologizes on a whisper, his hips beginning to move so hard and fast that stars burst behind my eyes, a rush of blood thundering through my head so loud that I can barely hear what he’s speaking against my neck with every thrust.

I love you...

I’m sorry...

I don’t deserve you...

Thank you…

You’re mine.

Over and over and over until my body falls apart on a bone shattering orgasm, until his mouth crashes against mine and he joins me.

Ezra

I barely let Emily sleep all night. Not that I could help it. One thought kept repeating, one phrase that was so impossible that it woke me up almost every hour, which led me to need her again.

I promise...

Fuck, those words have the ability to tear me apart, to make me believe it’s possible I can somehow make things right.

Me. The man who only knows how to fuck people up, the person who is sent in when things need to be broken, has to fix something for once.

How the hell will I do this?

Emily is asleep next to me, her red hair fanned over the pillow. I’ve been awake for the past hour, my gaze studying her sleeping face, my hands unable to resist touching her.

At some point, I wrapped my arms around her body, and when my fingers brushed against the engagement ring on her finger, a vein of jealousy unfurled inside me. Not just jealousy, but the need to rip the ring off and toss it away, the need to stop her marriage to Mason before it tears us all to shreds.

Obviously, I’m not worried Mason will want the marriage anymore than Emily and I do. He’s happy with Ava, so in love that I know he’s working to find a way out of the arrangement made for him and Emily before they were born.

Still, it hangs over them like a shroud. And now it hangs over me because I’m part of this.

My grand gesture isn’t even close to finished. I have barriers to break down, problems to torch and burn.

Fuck that ring.

I’ll be tossing it back to Mason eventually.

But for now, my first task is dealing with Damon.

As soon as I move, Emily whines in complaint, her arms holding onto mine tighter. I plant a soft kiss against her temple.

“I have to go.”

“Why?” she mumbles, her eyes closed and her mind still half-asleep.

Laughing softly, I press my mouth to her ear.

“Your beast has battles to fight. Someone has to help you hold up that crown.”

“Not a queen,” she murmurs into the pillow before falling back to sleep.

Emily has no idea what she is. I have every intention to not only make her see it, but to never let her forget it.

Groaning to have to let her go, I push myself up, get dressed and turn to look at her again before leaving.

Mine, I think, all while knowing it will be a fight to keep her. Especially where I’m going.

Forcing myself out the door, I leave Emily’s house and walk out to my bike. Before pulling my helmet on, I notice the dent in her car again, my brows crashing together. I need to ask her about that, but it can wait until later.

The ride home is fast with very few cars on the road,