Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,152
to the post-funeral reception at the Cross mansion.
Dropped off at the door to the children’s wing of my house, I practically run inside, wishing this day would just end and everything could go back to some semblance of normal.
As I walk past Dylan’s room, I notice him sitting on his bed, his phone in hand as he scrolls his thumb over the screen. He hasn’t had any friends over lately, hasn’t been his usual self. And I haven’t had a chance to talk to him since the night he attacked Ezra in my defense.
Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I knock my knuckles against the wood to get his attention. He glances over at me, his face a blank expression.
“You okay?” I ask, more worried about him than I realized.
Dylan cocks a brow and nods his head, a quiet dismissal of the question.
I won’t let it go.
“I want to thank you for trying to help me with Ezra when we had that fight. I haven’t had a chance to tell you.”
“It was nothing,” he mumbles, his eyes back on the screen of his phone.
“Why haven’t you had your friends over lately? Is something going on?”
No, I can’t expect Dylan and I to be best friends so quickly, but what kind of sister would I be if I didn’t ask about his sudden change in behavior?
Rather than answering me, Dylan gets up from his bed and walks over. I have to crane my neck to look up at him. He’s just as tall as Ezra.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he says with a weak smile...just before shutting the door in my face.
After standing there debating whether I should open it and demand answers, I decide to leave it alone for now. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. That or he’ll go back to being a jerk.
I spend the next few hours half asleep in bed, the mattress dipping behind me after Ezra sneaks in my room later to hug me from behind.
He tugs my body against his, warm lips pressed to the side of my neck, his arm a steel band around my waist.
“How was the reception?” I ask, my voice soft against the quiet room and his feral energy.
“It was what you would expect it to be,” he whispers against my ear, a hand slipping up my shirt to cup my breast.
Ezra’s hips roll behind me, his teeth softly nipping at the back of my neck after he brushes my hair away.
Instantly, my body melts against him, my mind short-circuiting at the sheer masculine strength of him.
I want to ask about Damon, but when his fingers pinch my nipple and he grinds his erection against my ass, I decide it’s a subject that can wait.
Still, one thing needs to be said before I forget to tell him.
“They’re moving up the wedding date.”
His body stills, a low growl vibrating his chest. “Mason told me.”
“What should we do?”
Ezra rolls me onto my back and moves so that he’s between my legs. He rocks his hips forward and naked heat explodes through my body.
It doesn’t matter what’s going on. I’m always willing and ready for him.
Pressing his thumb to my lips, that amber stare of his catches mine, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip before he rocks his hips again and studies my reaction.
A low whisper between us, “I say we don’t worry about it for now. I have other things in mind.”
He doesn’t bother with stripping us of all our clothes, just shifts my panties aside and frees his cock from his pants before pushing inside me, hard and fast.
My eyes close as his body moves in mine, as he drives me to a helpless state of pure submission.
This man owns me in so many ways, our connection written in the stars that were licked by flames on a night I promised to be his.
But even before that, it was our confessions in a dark room that bound us together.
A boy beaten.
A girl caged.
A queen and the beast that kneels at her feet.
No matter what happens in the weeks and months to come, there’s nothing that will ever tear us apart again.
He doesn’t say another word as he pushes both of our bodies to a rushed release, his mouth capturing mine on a searing kiss as stars burst behind my eyes.
And once we relax again into a tangled heap of arms and legs, Ezra runs the tip of his nose along my jaw, his eyes gleaming with male satisfaction.