Page 11 of Tarnished Hands (Chained Hearts Duet #7)

Chapter Eleven

PIPER

M y hands strike at his chest as I punch and punch him, but Ezra is big, all this solid-packed muscle. My knuckles burn, and likely will bruise, but he takes it for a minute or so before he grips both of my wrists, and tugs me into him.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he accuses, tilting his head a little closer to mine.

I should demand he let go of me and take a step back, but I’m stuck in place. Rooted as I’m plastered against his warmth. “Just sex, remember? I don’t need sex from you, so I’m good.”

“You don’t need sex from me?” He accentuates the word as his gaze drops and rolls over my body. I feel it all the way through my clothes. It’s almost burning me. Ezra moves his leg, shifting it between mine, and presses into me. I can feel him at my most sensitive part.

“Well, I’d like sex from you.”

I tilt my head back, ready to kiss him, but those beautiful, full lips don’t touch mine. They lift into that damn smirk.

He presses into me more, still holding me in place by my wrists. My entire body is heating up. The hottest area is between my legs. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I told you,” I grit through clenched teeth.

He does not need to know I want him right now.

That would mean he wins.

And I don’t like anyone to win but me.

“No, you lied to me.” Ezra moves in, his lips coming dangerously close.

I don’t know if I can say no. I’m not sure if I want to say no.

Frankly, I’m not sure of anything anymore when it comes to Ezra.

“Let me kiss you,” he whispers. “I’ve missed those lips.

” I open my mouth to tell him another lie, but as I do, he presses his lips to mine and takes that as an opportunity.

Asshole .

But an asshole who can really kiss.

I let him kiss me because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to pull away.

His hands drop from mine, crawl around my waist, and draw me closer so no gaps are between us.

And my hands, the traitors, find his shirt and slide up under it to touch his warm skin and toned abs.

He makes this kind of growl in the back of his throat before he lifts, turns me around so my back is to the door, and pushes me against it. My legs wrap around his waist.

Ezra breaks the kiss and looks me dead in the eye.

“You don’t want this?” he asks. He doesn’t move, just holds me.

My vagina is basically pulsing with need.

For him . “You don’t have to say it, Piper.

Simply nod your head.” I bite my inner lip, and he takes that as my answer and goes to pull back, ready to put me down.

“I want it.” Before the words fully leave my mouth, he’s back on me. His lips skim my neck, and my legs tighten their hold.

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes!” I growl and reach for his hair, yanking it. He just smirks. “Don’t fuck with me, Ezra. I will cut your cock off.”

“Don’t make threats you won’t keep. But if you’re down there, at least kiss it before you hurt it, please.” I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips.

Smartass .

“If you two are fucking in there, I will kill you both.” A knock comes on the door, and I shake my head as Ezra leans in.

“We’ll be quiet,” he whispers, pushing against me.

As much as I want to say yes, I know better.

I push back and shake my head.

“No, come on.” He lets me down, but keeps his hands on my hips. “I was about to go home anyway.”

“Is this you inviting me back to your place?” Ezra asks, wiggling his brows.

“No. You have a car, don’t you? We can fuck in that.”

“I’d rather wake up to you next to me, but I’m not opposed to fucking in the car.”

“You aren’t coming back to my house,” I tell him.

“Why not?”

“Men aren’t allowed.” I smile and turn away from him.

“Your family is all men,” he reminds me as if I didn’t already know that.

“That’s different, they’re family.”

I pull the door open and step out. He follows me.

Sailor is standing there waiting. “So good to meet you, Ezra. Did you both want some drinks?”

“No, they want to go home and fuck. Like I want to fuck you,” Keir calls out. I’m used to his bluntness when it comes to her. How he has no issues with letting everyone know she’s his, and not a single soul could compete.

“Thank you for the offer. I appreciate it. But I still have to talk to Piper,” Ezra says kindly to Sailor. When he talks to me, he is never sweet. It always comes with some undertone of all the dirty things he wants to say to me.

And I like it.

“We don’t need to talk.” I wave to them, then grab my boots and slide them on before I walk out. Ezra says goodbye and follows me. I see his car and shake my head as I walk to my bike.

“You ride a motorcycle?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes,” I reply as I pick up my helmet.

“I haven’t fucked on one of those yet.”

“I have. It’s awkward,” I tell him.

Something dark passes behind his eyes. His jaw sets, and his hands clench into fists. “I’d rather you not tell me who you’ve fucked. Then, I won’t feel the need to murder anyone.”

“Okay, if you insist.” I shrug. “Just so you know, I don’t care who you’ve fucked.”

“Oh, is that so?” He steps up to me and leans down. “Care to tell why my receptionist quit?”

I smile at that.

I may or may not have paid that bitch a visit. With my gun.

She opened the door the day after our run-in at the bar, dressed in a silky pink shirt and a smile on her face. When she saw it was me, it faltered before she tried to slam the door in my face.

I’m used to people doing that to me, so I kicked it in and went inside. She shit herself and told me she would call the cops. I proceeded to tell her she’d be dead before they arrived if she tried.

She didn’t.

Then I listed all her family and how I could reach them.

Easily.

Stupid bitch.