And then he leans down and pulls my nipple between his teeth, and it’s all over for me.
I come hard, body shaking and straining.
His fingers keep going at a punishing pace, driving me over the edge of another orgasm.
Waves of exhaustion roll through my body as he pulls out his fingers, licking them clean with a devilish look in his eyes.
I don’t know if this is the most depraved thing I’ve ever been through, but I want more.
Just enough to get my fix of the man I thought I was falling for.
And then I’m going to kill him.
Smirking, he grabs a pair of handcuffs from the counter. He snaps one around my wrist, undoing the buckle holding me to the table. He clamps it to my other hand before unlocking my ankles.
His touch is surprisingly soft as he helps me stand. It’s gone as soon as his hand clamps around my bicep and he leads me to one of the walls I didn’t check when I was free yesterday. It’s the one covered in pictures of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to look at all those pictures. I don’t want to know how long he’s been watching me for. I don’t want to know the moments he’s seen when I thought I was alone. Knowing that I’ve been a victim for that long would ruin me.
I should be stronger.
Aiden would be ashamed to know that I couldn’t face this. He’d call me weak. A disgrace to the family.
Ezra drags me down a long hall with closed doors on either side.
There’s a glimpse of what seems like a kitchen through an arch at the end, but we don’t get that far.
He opens one of the doors on the right and shoves me inside.
I turn, but he’s still in the doorway, blocking any chance I have at escaping the small bathroom.
“Get cleaned up.” He takes a step back, his arms crossing over his broad chest.
I scowl at him. “I’m not going to shower with you standing there and watching me.”
“You don’t have much of a choice. Either you shower now, or you don’t shower.”
If I don’t shower, it might make him more likely to leave me alone.
But I don’t really want him to leave me alone. Not if I’m trying to win him over and make him trust me.
Fuck it. I’m already naked.
He pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the handcuffs. “Get in the shower.”
Doing as he says, I turn the tap until the hot water cascades down my back. I stare at the white tile and for just a moment, I consider what it’d be like to just drown myself with the water.
“Don’t even think about doing anything stupid.” Ezra’s eyes lock with mine through the glass.
I swallow hard and look at the bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
They’re the same ones I have at home. So is the bodywash.
I pour some of the gel into my hands, lathering it up before rubbing them over my body.
He pulls out his cock, hand wrapping around it as he leans back against the counter and watches me.
I try not to look as his hand slides up and down his length, stroking faster and harder as I turn my back to him.
