Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,71
that, just shoves enough of his clothes out of the way to free his cock, his arm snaking around my back like a steel band.
Lifting me up as if I weigh nothing, he holds me in place above his lap, my knees spread open by his hips, and my body primed for him. I’m wiggling in his hold, begging him to let me sink down.
His mouth is against my ear again, his deep voice vibrating through me, wrecking me with each syllable, every movement of his lips, every hot exhalation against my skin.
“Tell me this is only for me. Lie if you have to.”
And those accusing words cut deep. He’s claiming me while hurting me. Calling me out for hurting him while also begging me to remember what I promised him beneath the stars.
And I am only his.
I am.
I am.
I am.
A hundred times over, I am, but I could never tell him. Never prove it. Never show him just how much I belonged to him.
Not without coming between him and Damon.
“It’s only for you,” I breathe out, my body trapped by his steel hold, my heart breaking and bleeding in my chest.
“Say it again.”
“Only for you,” I promise with more strength to my voice. “Just you, Ezra. Only you. Please...”
He goes silent for a few seconds, his arm tightening around me, the head of his cock pushing up between my legs as a tease.
Voice a low whisper, he shreds my soul apart.
“You have no idea how much I wish I could believe that.”
And then he drops me down onto his cock, the length filling me, the girth stretching me.
I cry out because it has been so long that my body wasn’t ready for how big he is, my heart isn’t ready for who this is, and my head screams a hundred times over that I hurt this man, that I walked away from him, that he’ll hurt me back when this is over.
We go still as my body adjusts to him, our eyes tangled together as my hands lock on his shoulders.
Here.
Now.
Like this.
We can pretend that all the barriers between us aren’t insurmountable and that we are allowed to be together.
“Only mine,” he whispers.
I nod my head in answer.
“Don’t bother promising that,” he says on a grin that is as sharp as the words he uses to cut me open. “I would hate for you to break it again.”
A tear escapes my eye as he tightens his arm and directs my body over him, helping me ride his cock as I shatter apart.
It’s a wet, hard slap of skin against skin, a cold fury as he uses my body to get us both off.
There are no more words, not while we’re kissing like we hate each other, my nails raking down his back, his teeth catching my bottom lip as I’m bounced up and down until his cock is somehow driven deeper than before.
This is primal. Raw. Utterly and completely instinct driven as we move together like one.
His breath is hot against my ear, every beat of it matching the way we fuck, his fingers leaving bruises on my hips.
It isn’t long before another orgasm unfurls inside me, a pressure building low that slowly expands.
My muscles tense as I prepare for the violence of this explosion and as I cry for the man who’s driving it through me.
When it takes hold, my mouth falls open on his name alone, my nails digging into his skin and my pussy clenching so damn hard, he curses under his breath while still moving me in a punishing rhythm.
I explode again into a million tiny pieces, an entire galaxy behind my clenched eyes, my body nothing more than carnal sensation.
The movement doesn’t stop until I’m liquid again, my cheek pressed to his shoulder as I melt against his chest.
Pressing a kiss against my temple, Ezra whispers, “You’ve always come so sweetly, Em. I’ve never felt anything else like it.”
He’s not done. Nowhere close. But now that he’s wrecked me thoroughly, he won’t apologize for taking what’s his.
Ezra shoves me forward until my back is to the mattress, then he moves between my legs, one arm shoving my legs apart as his hips slam against me with a punishing force, his cock driving deeper, and faster and harder.