Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I’m so relieved to see him, I can only nod dazedly.
“What does he have on you, princess?” Having reached Wagner, Ezra goes down on his knees and wraps a fist around the older man’s throat, squeezing. “Whatever it is, I hope treating my girl with anything less than respect was worth dying over.”
“Ezra, no.” I dive for Ezra and wrap my hands around his thick bicep, trying to pull him away. He doesn’t budge an inch and I start to sob. “Please. This is one of the reasons why I didn’t tell you. You’re going to kill him and go back to prison. Please. I can’t be the reason you go back there. Don’t get taken away from me, please.”
“He put his goddamn hands on you,” Ezra says through clenched teeth, his grip tightening and turning Wagner’s face a mottled purple. “He put his fucking hands on my Ophelia. He’s lucky I’m making it this quick.”
“No!” Knowing I’m almost out of time, I grasp the sides of Ezra’s face and turn it toward me. His anger steals my breath—his pupils are almost black with the emotion. I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss him. Once, twice, twisting my fingers in his hair. “I need you. I need you. He’s not worth losing each other over, Ezra. Please.”
“Mine!” he shouts down at Wagner.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” I climb onto Ezra’s lap and I’m flooded with relief when he lets me dislodge his hands from around Wagner’s neck, who immediately slumps back, gasping for air. I straddle Ezra’s lap and scoot as close as possible, dropping kisses on every inch of his face. “I missed you. Where have you been?”
“Trying to figure out how to keep you,” he heaves, leftover anger vibrating his muscles. “I went to ask your father for permission to marry you—I thought you’d like that—and he told me about your trust fund, princess. Told me he would take it away if you stayed with me. I needed to figure out a plan. I’m not worthy of you, but as long as I had a plan to one day be worthy—”
“Shhh,” I say against his mouth, kissing him lightly, my heart careening into my ribs. “You are worthy. Right this second. And I don’t care about the trust fund. I only want you.”
He bares his teeth at the man slumped behind us on the floor. “You pushed me away because of this pig?”
“I was worried you’d kill him, yes. But…” Suddenly embarrassed, I duck my head. “I was going to tell you everything this morning.” I search for the right words. “All my life, everything has been handed to me. Just once, I wanted to solve my own problem. My father had to bribe a recruiter to get me into Princeton. And…I just couldn’t bear to ask him to bail me out of blackmail, too.”
“That’s what this fucker was doing?” Ezra bristles, reminding me of a lion who has just spotted a gazelle. “Blackmailing you over something your father did?”
Whoops. Probably should have saved that nugget of truth for later. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmur, rubbing our lips together. “It’s over. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let him touch me when I belong to you so completely.” I feel his cock stiffen between us and rock against it instinctively, ignoring the man sprawled out a mere three feet away. “You made me your little girl. That’s how I want to stay.”
A groan releases, deep in his chest, and as we converge on each other’s mouths, his hands creep up under my skirt to grip my buns. I tug down the neckline of my tank top to show him my bare breasts and he gives a low curse, taking one hand off my backside to unzip his pants. “You’ll never keep anything from me ever again, Ophelia,” he says, grunting as he takes out his cock and slaps it against the back strap of my thong. “I almost died when he pulled you in here. No one touches what’s mine. No one touches the girl I love.”
“No one,” I whisper at his lips, lifting up so he can position his stiffness at my wet hole. I slide my tongue into Ezra’s mouth, playing with his bigger one, then I slowly lower myself on his thick rod of flesh, letting it fill me until I’m whimpering and clawing at his shoulders. “I love you, too, Ezra,” I gasp, flicking my hips back and grinding them forward. “Oh lord.”
“Fuuuuuck.” He slaps my right butt cheek, then grips the flesh and uses it to propel me into a rough rhythm, his teeth bared against my mouth. Growling possessively. I hold on tight to Ezra’s broad shoulders and ride his pulsing cock, my thighs flexing around his hips. Wagner has an up close and personal view of our joined bodies and I don’t care one way or the other. I need Ezra right now and when that happens, we become the only two people on the planet.