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He peppers kisses down my neck and chill bumps pimple my arms. I'm falling into the vortex of wonder and pleasure, and I can't believe I've gone years without letting him touch me. I let fear of the past dictate my future. I was foolish.
Stupid.
Stars, this feels good.
"He can't take his eyes off of you." Ezra's fingers skim down the side of my arm, and his lips turn from sinful desire to vengeful need.
He bites my shoulder, not nearly hard enough to draw blood, but his mouth feels like fire. That heat spreads through me like poison until it's all I can think about. I shift in his lap and arch my neck, hoping he'll bite me again.
"Are you playing, or what?" one of the men asks.
His words are a distant hum, barely audible. They tickle my senses, and I realize that everything is out of focus, distorted. I can't make heads or tails of what's happening.
But there's a need inside of me taking over, hushing all rational thought. The sane voice that warns something is wrong is silenced by the needy woman in me who’s been deprived of touch for too long.
That side of me needs more of whatever Ezra is willing to give and greedily takes it all.
"I'm all in." Ezra's gruff rumble soothes and stimulates the simmer inside me.
He grips my hips and rocks me against him. I gasp, not caring if people hear how easily this man can bring me to my knees. He’s hard between my legs, and feeling his length rub against my center with the barrier of his pants between us is a twisted type of torture. It’s both heavenly and sinful. If he stops moving me this way, I might die.
"You don't have enough coin.” That gruff voice filters through the haze of my mind again. I vaguely recall a game of cards being played behind me, but I decide I’m not interested in knowing Ezra’s hand.
I just want him.
"I wager the girl then," Ezra says, and the hum vibrating through my body snaps like a spell being broken.
I jolt back into the moment, the veil of lust ripped from my eyes. I still feel the ache of wanting Ezra’s body, but instead of the sensation being at the front of my senses, it's more like a fly buzzing in the background.
"Ezra," I whisper, unable to hide the tremble in my voice. I must have misheard him. He can't sell me off like a goat at the market.
Hewouldn't.
"The pot is still worth more than the girl is." The man across the table tries to act uninterested in me, but I see desire in his eyes. I feel the way he undresses me with his gaze. I shudder, a cold chill dancing across my skin.
"She's pure," Ezra goads. "Verified by the Madam herself."
The card dealer snorts in disbelief. "I doubt that."
"Do you?" Ezra challenges. "Did you not see how she came undone by the simplest of touches? Imagine how she'll writhe beneath you if you win. The pain and pleasure you'll bestow by being the first to enter her body."
The man’s gaze rakes over my body again. The trail is slow, stopping in places where I would be scarred if I were like anyone else. I shudder, feeling a familiarity that turns my blood cold.
He smiles wickedly andsays, "Done."
Istare at Ezra, wide-eyed, feeling my heartbeat everywhere, unable to believe he wagered my freedom in a card game. He’s the only person who knows what Graves did to me. Of all people, he should understand why offering my body to someone without my consent is the greatest betrayal of all.
“No,” is all I say because it in itself is a sentence.
Ezra looks at me, and even though his expression is stone cold, hardened without emotion, there’s a bit of sorrow in his eyes. Perhaps an unspoken apology. I question it a moment later, scared I’m only finding what I want to see because his words contradict any emotion I think I see. "You're mine to do with as I please, Khi."
“No, I’m not.” I speak loud enough for the whole table to hear.
I don’t care if I blow my cover. I was okay pretending to be a working girl tonight because I understood the rules before setting foot in the Red Keep. I could flirt, mingle, and do whatever I felt was necessary to garner my target’s attention. It was my choice who I chose to sell my body to, not that any man would have gotten it, just like it would have been my choice to walk away if I didn’t feel comfortable.
Everything in the way of tonight was about choice.
I refuse to let Ezra take that from me, no matter what he feels the angle may be.
