Page 23 of Two For One

“What the fuck, E?” I roared, getting a punch in.

He tackled me; we hit the floor hard, knocking the breath out of me. I growled, flipping us over with all my might. Ezra was a big guy and had at least twenty pounds of muscle on me. He was a sturdy motherfucker which is why he was the muscle of our duo.

We grappled for a few minutes, my face and side hurting like hell. My anger grew tenfold and I used that to punch Ezra as hard as I could.

“Stop!” I roared, slamming him against the floor.

He glared at me, struggling against my hold.

“I said, stop.” I poured every ounce of authority I had in my voice. “Stop or suffer the consequences.”

Ezra immediately stopped struggling, going completely still. I straddled his hips, sitting on his hard dick. He bared his teeth when I rolled my hips, tempted to ride him even though he was mad.

“What the hell is your problem?” I growled, rolling my hips again.

He huffed, pulling at his arm.

“If I let go of this arm, am I going to regret it?” I leaned down as he reluctantly shook his head.

“I will punish you and not in a good way,” I said, releasing his arms.

We stared at each other for a moment before his hand started signing quickly.

Why the fuck did you see her? You had no interests with her, and you posed as me? You manipulated her.

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” I laughed. “You have been stalking her.”

I didn’t force her to let me fuck her. He signed quickly. You took advantage of her.

Leaning over, I kissed him hard and quick.

“So, does that make it ok when you fuck her?” I sighed against his lips. “I smell her on you. There is also a hint of her still on your lips. You should be thanking me because she put out so easily today.”

He pushed me off him as I laughed.

“Don’t act all noble all of a sudden. Did you forget who you work for?” I cackled, grabbing his arm.

I got up, pushing him onto the bed.

She didn’t deserve to be lied to. He signed, laying on the bed. Why the hell were you even there? You said she wasn’t your type.

We stared at each other as I pondered what to say. Do I tell him the truth, or should I lie?

“I don’t know why I followed her home,” I said, straddling his torso. “She isn’t my type. There was just something about her that made me feel like I should follow her.”

So, do you want her too?

“Maybe,” I shrugged, pulling him forward.

He rolled his eyes as I took his shirt off.

“Now shut up because you deserve a punishment,”

Not fair, you crossed a⁠—

I didn’t let him finish signing, grabbing his wrist and securing it to one of the posts on the bed.

Ezra bared his teeth. I tsked, shaking my head, securing his other hand.