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My eyes widen at him having the nerve to be angry. My heels eat up the distance between us, rage-filled strides that don't stop until I'm mere inches away from him.
"How about, you're sorry? How about, are you okay after I ripped your fucking heart out? Maybe even, are you alive, Lexa? Any of those would have done, really. Somehow, your brother, you know, the one of you who didn't having me crying for days and unable to sleep for nights, was the one to text me, to call me, to tell me that you'll pull your head out of your ass—to tell me to give you another chance, to havepatience."
"Ah, so another conversation you and Jer had about me, without me being a part of it."
"Don't you dare even act like that's what any of this is about," I seethe. "This is because you're too hung up on what your ex did and said to realize I'm not her."
"You don't know anything about that," he hisses right back.
"I know all about it. I'm living it!" I shout, anger mixing with pain to make my voice come out hoarse now. "The distrust she created in you; I'm suffering for it. The way she suddenly decided she didn't want you and Jeremiah; I've somehow taken her place even though I'm the one who reached for you when we went out. I've never,never,done anything but tell you exactly how I feel. When I didn't want feelings, I made it clear. When I started to have feelings, I made that clear. Now, I fucking love you and Jeremiah, and I can't even make it clear to you because youclearly don't care."
His wide eyes go back and forth between mine. I told Jeremiah I loved him in such a gentle, sad way, but I've basically just hurled the words at Ezekiel. I didn't come in here to say that to him, and now, I only want to run. I turn but am not able to take a single step before Ezekiel's hand wraps around my forearm, pulling me into his body. His other hand comes to my other arm when I try to pull away.
"Let me go," I croak. "I didn't come in here to confess that, or to have your hands on me."
He only holds me tighter.
"Let. Me. Go. Ezekiel." I look up into his eyes, wanting him to see the fire in mine. That I'm so angry with him right now. I've been so hurt by him for days. I cannot handle his touch. I don't want it, but I yearn for it so badly. I need him to let me go, so I can retreat to my car and rebuke myself for coming in here at all.
"No," he states, and then his mouth slams down on mine.
I push against his chest as his hands let my arms go to slide down my sides. His lips press harder to mine, his hard cock poking into my stomach. Damn the lust that violently rushes through me at the memories of what it feels like when he'sinside of me filling my mind. Damn my hands for no longer pushing against his chest but settling there now. I'm barely able to restrain them from drifting higher and wrapping around his neck.
His tongue licks between my lips and I command my mouth not to open, not to give in to this man who has broken my heart. But my mouth, my body, pay me no mind, mouth opening to him as my body leans into him more. He growls as his tongue slips into my mouth while his hands trail down, over my ass, to the bottom of my short skirt. In a blur of movement, he turns us so my back slams into the wall, and then he's picking me up, spreading my thighs so he can slide his body between them.
His tongue lashes against mine harshly as his hand slips between us. I feel him lowering his shorts moments before he rips my panties to the side, making me hiss at the pain of the fabric biting into my skin. He breaks his mouth away from mine, lips going to my neck, and I treacherously arch my neck, desperate for more. With my eyes open now, I realize, even with the lights off, anyone walking by would be able to see us with the lights from the back room still on. When he brings the tip of his cock to my opening though, I find I don't care.
He enters me and a deep sigh, full of how long I've been yearning to have him inside of me again, full of how much I feared he never would be again, leaves me. His groan against my neck makes me shudder, causing me to tighten around him.
"God, Lexa," he grunts.
Him saying my name hurts, much more than I want to acknowledge right now.
"Just fuck me," I plead.
He draws his hips back and drives into me. My eyes close again and I take one punishing thrust after another, his hands onmy hips making sure I have no escape from him. Our bodies slam into each other's again and again, my hands clutching his shoulders and his lips sucking on my neck, surely leaving marks behind. His cock slides into me easily with my pussy being so wet that I can hear it in between my moans and his sounds. Each time he enters me, there's a bite of pain at my opening, at me stretching around him, but the rest is nothing but pleasure. At his cock lighting up every nerve on its way in and out. At him deep inside of me, hitting a spot that has my back arching and high-pitched pleas for more tumbling over my lips. At his groin rubbing against my clit when we're as close as possible.
"Ezekiel," I breathe. "More. Please."
"Hold on to me tighter."
I wrap my arms around his neck and his go around my back. Then, he's driving into me so hard and fast that I feel dizzier with each stroke. My head falls to the wall as my thighs clench tighter to his sides, ankles locking behind his back. My orgasm is right there, more within my reach as he slams into me and stays there, rubbing my swollen clit. I push my body harder into him, my nails biting into his neck.
"Come on my cock, Lexa," he groans into my ear. "You know you want to. Show me how much you love the feeling of when I'm filling you."
All I can do is whimper. He changes angles, dropping down some while his hands move back to my hips. Then, he pounds into me, lifting my body by my hips to slam me down on him. My fingers thread in his hair as he fucks me, as the tension builds inside of me, reaching a breaking point, becoming unbearable. And right alongside the tension is the pleasure, rising, overwhelming, consuming me.
A broken moan leaves me, and Ezekiel must know what it means, how close I am. He grunts and brings his mouth to the top of my breast, sinking his teeth into my skin and taking me over the edge I've been teetering on.
"Don't stop," I grit out as I come, pussy spasming around him.
He gives a savage groan against my skin, long and deep as he begins slamming into me impossibly harder. My back rubs painfully into the wall, but I couldn't care less with the bliss between my thighs, with the release of tension inside of me.
Then, his hand is at my throat, pushing up until my eyelids slowly lift, but I can see nothing but the ceiling, and the remaining stars dancing in my vision. His grip tightens as he drives into me and stays there. A strangled moan leaves me at his body rubbing against my now overly sensitive clit. His mouth comes to my ear just in time for me to hear the shuddering breath that escapes him as he comes inside of me.
He arches his hips forward, getting even deeper in me and I arch my back just the same, desperate for him not to leave me yet. Needing this moment not to end. He leans heavily against me, crushing me between him and the wall. I can't say I don't like it at all though.
But then he's sliding down, taking me with him until he's on the floor and I'm wrapped around him, arms on his neck, legs clenching his waist, clinging to him like he's still my lover and not the man who turned my love into pain. I push that thought away, not yet ready for reality to creep back in. Not wanting a reason to let him go just yet. Our chests collide into each other's with our heaving breaths. My thighs tremble on the sides of him with the pleasure still thrumming through me. I can feel it though, when he remembers, his body turning to stone beneath mine, but he grips me tighter, as if he's afraid I'll remember tooand run. Does he care if I run? Is he remembering that he hurt me, or that he doesn't care and shouldn't have done any of what we just did? The uncertainty brings me crashing back down to where I don't want to be. I should feel safe in his arms, content in his embrace, or at least I used to. Now, I'm just confused. He's still inside of me, and yet, I suddenly feel so empty. I hate it.
