Page 25 of Tarnished Hands (Chained Hearts Duet #7)

Chapter Twenty-Five

PIPER

I ’d missed him. The sight of him hit harder than I expected. Like a pressure I didn’t know I’d been carrying, finally eased.

I have never really been in a situation where I’ve missed being with someone. Especially a man I’m sleeping with. I’m not really sure what it is about Ezra that makes me see him so differently from everyone else, but it’s there. Hardcore.

Sometimes, I think it’s the way he lets me be me and doesn’t try to dim me, or that I’m not too much for him. I never feel like I’m too much for him or that I’m overpowering.

Ezra reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap. He dips his face to my neck and just lays his head there and breathes me in. “I’m making you dirty,” he mumbles against my skin.

“Well, let’s go and shower,” I suggest, running my fingers through his soft curls. To which, he almost purrs at the touch.

“I have to go home to check on Tony. I can’t just leave him.”

“We can go back to your place. I like Tony.”

Ezra pulls back and smiles at me. “He likes you too.” He gently pushes me to my feet, then stands and leads me outside, locking the shop behind us.

I follow him back to his house. When we arrive, his employee’s car is parked in the driveway.

“Be nice,” Ezra warns, pulling me into the house. I hear laughing as soon as we enter. Tony is sitting in his wheelchair at the table, and Aqua sits opposite him, with a board game between them.

“Piper. Finally.” He waves us over. “Come play with us. Aqua is kicking my ass.” She laughs and ducks her head, not making eye contact with me. “Have you two met?”

“We have,” I reply.

“We need to shower first, but maybe after,” Ezra says.

Tony wiggles his brows at Ezra. “Shower. Is that code for sex?”

“Tony,” Ezra warns.

I simply laugh as I’m pulled away in the opposite direction.

When we reach his bedroom, and he shuts the door, he immediately starts tearing off his clothes on the way to the shower. “You better be naked and in this shower with me in five seconds, or I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck every hole you have.”

“That sounds like a delicious threat,” I whisper, making him look back. His jeans fall down his legs, he steps out of them, and I stand there ogling him.

“Get over here.”

I cross my arms over my chest and pop my hip to the side. “Why would I do that?”

“Piper.”

“Ezra.” I smile at him. He shakes his head, his cock already hard, and stalks toward me.

When he reaches me, he starts to undress me himself, not even bothering to ask for permission.

When I’m down to my underwear, he tears it off my body, picks me up so my legs wrap around his waist, and carries me to the shower.

He turns on the faucet and steps in, still holding me.

“I don’t need a shower.”

“You will after I dirty you up.” I slide down him until his cock is at my entrance. When he lets me down fully, I step back. He tips his head back and runs his hand down his face, washing away some of the dirt from his work day.

“Piper,” he says my name as he stares at me.

“Yes?”

“I really need you.”

“You do?”

He nods, and I turn around, bracing my hands on the wall. I stick my ass out toward him. Looking over my shoulder, I see his gaze fall to my ass, and then his hand starts rubbing circles over one cheek before those eyes come back to mine.

“I just want to slide into heaven right now and take you. But…”

“But what?”

He slips his fingers into his mouth, then removes them and runs them down my ass and over my asshole before pushing a single digit inside.

His thumb slides into my pussy at the same time.

“So ready for me.” He pumps a few times in and out before he pulls them both free and grabs my hips.

One hand moves to my clit, and he rubs it slowly before I feel his lower half come closer.

He gives me no warning before he thrusts straight into me.

I gasp at the fullness, and he holds still. Filling me up, hips unmoving, he continues to play with my clit, rubbing it in small, slow, torturous circles.

“Move.” I groan, pushing back on him.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he remains buried deep inside me and continues to play. I try to move my hips, but his other hand is locked on me, keeping me in place.

Seconds later, I shatter. An orgasm blasting through my body like a rocket.

Oh god.

“See how easily you come on my cock?” he asks. I feel his dick twitch inside me, but he doesn’t stop his torture on my clit. He just keeps rubbing, tugging and flicking the swollen, sensitive bud. “Take it,” he demands, and I do, but I do it whining for him to fuck me.

Pleasure starts to build again, and my hands slide down the wall, but I manage not to fall.

His cock is twitching inside me, begging for him to move.

And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he removes his hand from my clit and grips my hip, then he starts to move.

Slow and steady at first, winding me higher and higher.

He slaps my pussy, and I jolt at the sharp sting on my oversensitive clit before his hand goes back to my hip.

He fucks me so hard that I have to brace my head on the wall so I don’t knock myself out with the force.

“Look at you, Piper. Taking my cock so good with this needy pussy. No one else will ever be inside this tight velvet cunt again. Now let me hear the words, dear. Tell me who you belong to.” I’m so lost in my own head, in the way he makes me feel, that I hardly hear what he says.

He leans forward, and I feel him bite my back.

“Tell me who you belong to, Piper. Now !” He growls.

“You.”

He slaps my ass while he fucks me into oblivion.

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

And then I see stars—stars so fucking bright I’m not sure how he made that happen.

Ezra pulls out of me, and his cum drips down my leg as he straightens me up from my bent position and moves me under the water to wash me.

“You need to sleep,” he says, brushing the hair that has fallen in my face from my eyes.

Completely exhausted, all I can do is nod.

“I need to sleep too. With you,” Ezra whispers against my ear.

He turns the faucets off, and we step out onto the bath mat. Grabbing a towel, he gently dries me off before quickly scrubbing his own towel over his hair and running the fluffy material over his body.

I give men power over my work. But not my life.

Though I don’t give them anything to warrant concern, and I’ve never let a man who I’ve shared a bed with dominate me in any way.

I have always left before they even had a chance to get too intimate with me.

But I like how Ezra throws me around and directs me.

I think he is the only person in this world to whom I would give that power.

But I’m coming to like his softer side, too.

He carries me to his bed, lays me down, and pulls the covers over me before he climbs in next to me.

I feel his lips on my shoulder before I pass out.

I probably should have slept before I saw him tonight.

But I couldn’t resist coming straight to him.