Page 62 of Cruel Betrayal

“Your cock in me. Now.”

His smirk only grows as he pulls out his cock, the rest of his clothing still on.

He teases me, sliding the head through my slick folds, still not giving me what I want, even though I told him.

I dig my heels into the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer.

He chuckles and leans in, inching into me before stopping.

Sitting up, I sink my nails into his shoulders.

Our mouths collide as he gives one hard thrust, slamming as deep into me as he can.

I roll my hips, moaning into the kiss as he stretches every inch of me.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.” His hands land on my hips, and he hauls me into him hard.

I rock with him, my inner walls already clamping down and shaking.

His cock throbs, his head dropping to my shoulder.

His teeth sink into my skin as my legs shake around him.

My back arches as I try to take as much of him as I can.

He thrusts harder and deeper, fingers sliding between us. He teases my clit, pinching it and rolling it as my entire body tenses.

When his tongue tangles with mine again, he flattens his fingers against the sensitive bud, sending me over the edge.

Ezra keeps pumping into me, his body stiffening, his cock pressing deeper into me.

He comes, kissing me hard like he’s trying to steal all the air from my lungs.

As he pulls back, there’s a warmth to his eyes that hasn’t been there before, making me wonder what’s going through his head right now.

I don’t want to ask though. I think I might be scared to know the answer.

“I have to get going.” He turns to the sink and gets cleaned up. As he’s tucking himself away, he smiles. “You’re going to stay here and study, right? I don’t want you at that fight. Not when Noah is going to be there and pissed off.”

“Fine. I won’t go.”

He kisses my temple quickly before heading out the door.

I wait for nearly twenty minutes after he’s gone to make sure he’s not coming back before I change, stepping into my shoes, grabbing my keys, and heading out the door.

The shouting is nearly asloud as the pounding bass of the music.

I weave through the crowd, gripping Haven’s hand tight.

Ezra takes a hard hit, going down as blood flies out of his mouth.

I stop in my tracks, heart seizing. I don’t know how to help him right now, but I wish I did.

Haven leans close to me. “He looks like he’s taking a beating.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, pushing through the crowd, trying to get to the front.

As I do, the man Ezra’s fighting kicks him hard in the ribs.