There’s a question lodged in my throat, clawing its way out, but asking it makes me feel raw.
“Ezra …” My throat tightens.
I should leave it alone. I know I should. But the words press against my teeth until I let them slip.
“I want to know what you did to Jameson.”
The tension splits like skin stretched too tight. Ezra grunts, shifting just enough for the thick length of his cock to grind against my clit.
Fucking …yes.
“Are you sure, Aurora?”
His shadows snap taut as his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, guiding my gaze to his.
“I won’t hold back. This would be a glimpse of the monster I truly am.”
“Yes, please, Ezra. I need to hear everything.”
His fingers dip under my skirt, his thumb pressing slow, torturous circles over my clit. My head falls back as a desperate moan slips free.
Ezra pulls me closer, his forehead pressed against mine … his voice a growl against my lips.
“You want to hear how I tore apart the man who touched what’s mine?”
He slides his fingertips through my slick heat, slow and fucking cruel, committing every ridge and tremble to memory before he takes me apart.
“You want to know what kind of monster I am?”
His breath is hot against my skin as his dark voice rumbles through me.
“I could tell you. Or I couldshowyou how it felt.”
A shadow curls around my throat—not choking, just holding.
“I made him watch as I tore his arms off. One by one.”
Ezra thrusts a finger inside me, curling just right.
“I made him listen to his bones crunch between my teeth.”
A second finger slowly stretches me open, dragging a husky, broken sound from my throat.
“And when he called me a monster,” Ezra breathes, “I showed him exactly why.”
His shadows coil tight, remembering the taste of his flesh.
I grind down, messy with need.
I don’t care if I look crazed. I just know I need more of him. “F-fuck, Ezra—”
Ezra’s jaw ticks as he adds a third finger, the stretch making me gasp.
“He begged for his life, darling.”
My breath hitches when Ezra pauses, just for a second, before thrusting his fingers inside me again, perfect and merciless, hitting that absolutely delicious spot.
The library walls echo with a wanton moan so desperate it should humiliate me. But I’m all out of fucks to give.
