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“You have been thinking of other men,” he rumbles, continuing his line of thought from before we were both painfully naked and, at least for me, somewhat afraid.
The fear shoots straight to my core, and I clench my thighs together as foolish desire rushes through me. It’s like my body mistakes adrenaline as an aphrodisiac. I can’t go to haunted houses or watch scary movies. My body betrays me and turns me into a gushing waterfall.
I’m not sure what I fear most right now: Andrei finding me in here with Ezra, or Ezra touching me for the first time.
Would he touch me?
He’s never tried before, and unlike Mikhail, who makes his attraction known by toying with me, or Andrei, who boldly declares his intent to fuck me raw, I’m left wondering what goes on in Ezra’s head.
Until now.
Now, he’s not only talking, but he’s naked in the shower with me.
“I fail to see the problem,” I retort, glaring up at Ezra’s five-o’clock shadow. “So what if I’ve been thinking about Mikhail and Andrei?”
His eyes flash like silver lightning. “I hear you kissed them.” Taking a step closer, he crowds me against the wall, shifting the stream of water’s trajectory from my back to his chest as we trade places. Tattoos cover his chest in thick, bold lines, and I decide staring at them is safer than meeting Ezra’s eyes. I try to discern the shapes through the water rushing down his pecs and abs, my gaze traveling lower until I recognize a dark happy trail leading me straight to his?—
“Oh god,” I groan, smacking my palm over my eyes. That is one thick cock. Just as thick as the rest of him. Tight, engorged, hard as a rock?—
“There is no god here,” Ezra rasps, sounding every bit as devilish as his words promise.
He grabs my wrist with one of his large hands, pulling my own from my eyes. Before I have a chance to protest, he’s pinning both of my wrists above my head, forcing my breasts up until they’re a mere inch from brushing against his chest.
“I have been working night and day,” he growls, anger rolling off him in waves hotter than any steam, “endlessly. Making people scream. Piecing together words. Uncovering secrets.” His body shakes violently, his tired eyes sliding shut. “Yet you kiss them. You think of them. You touch yourself to thoughts of them.”
Fear strikes another chord, and I whimper as slick desire drips down my thighs.
He heard me. Oh god, he heard me fingering myself around the house.
I’m getting my wish. These are the consequences of baiting testosterone-fueled men with my body. I’ll finally find out what happens when they catch me in the act, one by one. First Mikhail, now Ezra, and then for the finale, Andrei—who is the most likely to fuck me for it.
I moan in part despair, part need. My entire body burns beneath Ezra’s knowing gaze. He’s heard me slide my fingers against my swollen clit, heard my hot breaths coming out as whines and pants, heard me moan Mikhail and Andrei’a names as I tweaked my nipples in the dark.
Ezra makes a strangled sound like he’s in pain, and through my closed eyelids, I see shadows shift around me. He releases my wrists. When he speaks, he’s farther away.
“I have always kept you safe. But you do not think of me. You never think of me.”
I brave opening my eyes. Ezra’s leaning against the other end of the shower, arms crossed, a disgruntled scowl marring his handsome face.
“I have killed for you.” He takes a deep breath and his shoulders fall with the weight of his reality. “I have picked the bones of living things clean. I do this to keep you safe. I am ordered to keep you safe.”
A hideous twist to his lips makes me flinch. “I am not ordered to want you, but I do. I want to kiss you. To hear my name on your breath. To feel your body writhe when I shove my fingers inside you.”
A needy whine catches in my throat. I don’t want Ezra to think I only want him because I’m a thirsty bitch, but right now, I’m not sure how to make him see otherwise.
I haven’t been thinking of him as much as the others, but he’s always been off-limits. I didn’t think anything had changed.
“Why do you want me?” I ask, biting my lip. “Is it because I’m...convenient?”
Ezra’s eyes narrow. “You are not convenient. You are inconvenient. You are temptress sent to ruin me.”
I lick my lips and push myself off the wall. Curving around the falling water, I close the two feet between us, careful not to bump the girthy appendage standing at attention. “You never told me you wanted me.”
Ezra huffs, his eyes guarded. “You are engaged.”
True. But Mikhail’s already kissed me and made me come on his fingers, and he and I don’t have any history. Ezra and I do. Why shouldn’t Ezra also have my attention?
I think of all three men, and my heart beats faster than ever before. I want them all. It feels greedy to admit that to myself, but nothing about our situation is normal.
