Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,111
anymore.”
He pulls out of me and flips me to my back, his hands forcing my knees apart before he lifts my hips from the bed and thrusts fully inside me. I watch with fascination as the muscles in his abs bunch and flex, the shimmer of sweat over his tan skin as his hips roll between my legs with every thrust.
He fucks me so hard that my breasts bounce over my chest, his eyes studying the sight of me, pure heat dripping from his expression before he leans down to take my mouth with his. He tastes like whiskey and my body, like salt and sweet, like a man who won’t be denied no matter how much I fight.
I get off almost instantly, an orgasm bursting in wave after wave of excruciating pleasure, his name falling from my lips as my hands dive into his hair and hold on for the ride.
Maybe it’s the pain that gets him off, or the sound of my voice, but he thrusts forward one more time so forcefully and deep that my body arches up to feel him come deep inside me.
When my muscles give out and I’m practically melting into the mattress, he laughs against my cheek. “It’s like you think I’m done.”
He wasn’t.
Not after the second time, or the third, this man exhausting me so thoroughly that by the time he’s cleaning us both up, I can barely keep my eyes open.
“I need to get back to my room,” I mumble, my voice weak and consciousness hazy.
All Ezra does is press up behind me, his arm wrapping around my waist to tug me close.
“Just stay here for a little while, Em. I won’t let you fall asleep.”
Sorrow is in his voice, a sound that freezes me in place and makes it impossible to leave.
Ezra promises again to keep me from falling asleep.
Yet that’s exactly what he does.
I wake up the next morning to a door opening, to a deep voice talking to Ezra, to a familiar voice stopping mid-sentence, the sudden quiet jarring me into opening my eyes.
God, how I wish I’d kept them closed.
The only way to describe Damon’s expression is complete and utter loss. He looks like he’s been punched in the chest. Like the wind is knocked out of him, like there isn’t enough oxygen in his blood for his mind to process thought.
Damon freezes in place as my mind scrambles to remember last night, to remember where I’m sleeping, to remember who’s lying next to me without any clothes.
Fuck...
“Damon,” I say, pushing myself up while holding the sheet to my chest. “Wait.
His stare cuts through me. “Friends, huh?”
We both turn to look at Ezra. And while I thought he was asleep, I find him leaning up against the headboard with one arm folded behind his head, his amber stare locked directly on his brother.
It’s clear from his expression that he’s not surprised by this, not upset Damon walked in, not concerned at all that our secret was just tossed out in the open without worry for what it would do to his twin.
“You son of a bitch,” I whisper, my eyes narrowing on him as he glances over at me.
“I guess things don’t change after all,” Damon says. “Or maybe you were finally just fulfilling that promise you made him.”
At that, my head swings back to Damon. “It’s not like that.”
“No, it’s exactly like that, Red.” He shakes his head. “And the most fucked up part is he’s been treating you like shit these past couple weeks, and you still want to be with him.”
“Damon,” I move to get up, but Ezra wraps an arm around me to hold me in place, not that I could have stopped Damon anyway.
He turns to leave the room and slams the door shut, his heavy steps fading as he moves down the hall toward the stairs.
I try to wriggle out of Ezra’s hold, but he only tightens his arm.
“Let him go, Em. He needed to find out. It’s better to just rip off the bandage.”
“You intended for this to happen,” I snap, expecting him to deny it, silently begging for him to tell me it was a mistake.
He doesn’t.
“What are you going to do, Em? Run after him? To tell him what? This shit has to end, one way or another, and Damon needed to see the truth of what you’re doing.”