Page 5 of Tarnished Hands (Chained Hearts Duet #7)

Chapter Five

PIPER

I ’m used to men gawking at me with wandering eyes.

The way they talk louder when I walk past them.

The eager, fleeting compliments that have nothing to do with me but are solely there to smooth the transactional pathway, if you will.

Ezra does and he doesn’t undress me with his eyes.

He does like what he sees. What he does to me, but he also sees through me.

Like he’s not seeing just my body, but the turmoil and danger beneath it.

I like that look when I shouldn’t, just as I shouldn’t like anything about Ezra, but for some reason, I can’t hold his stare without the urge to squirm.

I break our eye contact by smashing my lips to his and grabbing at him in any way possible.

He pulls back after a minute, his stare scorching.

And as much as I try to wrench my gaze away from him this time, I find myself drawn back like a magnet.

I sit and breathe heavily as he shifts backward and unbuckles his jeans, my eyes are glued to his talented fingers as he works at his zipper.

His cock strains against his boxers, and the minute it’s free, my thighs twitch together.

My mouth goes dry. Every breath feels like I’m sucking all the oxygen from the room.

I need him more than skin on skin. I’m also beginning to believe I need him burrowed further under my skin.

The thought is scary, but I’m too far gone to stop this madness now.

I lick my lips, and he watches me, smirking.

“Tell me… slow and gentle or hard and fast?”

“Both?” I say, unsure.

Last time, we were in a rush, almost animalistic in our need. We couldn’t stop or get enough of each other. This time I want it a little slower, but with the roughness I know he can deliver.

He steps back up to me, now completely naked, and lifts his hand to my face gently before gliding it to my hair.

He smirks, his eyes solely on mine, watching me for any movement as his fingers thread through my hair, and he yanks my head back, bending my neck so my throat is exposed to him.

I feel the heat of him when he steps between my legs, his mouth hot as it comes down on my neck, and he sucks.

His hold on my hair is unrelenting as he presses himself against my sex.

I lift a leg and wrap it around him so I can feel him closer.

He huffs, pulls away from my neck, and looks me in the eyes.

He tugs at my hair until it’s painful—but the good kind of painful—the painful you know will hurt in the morning, but you’ll gladly ride it out with no complaint because it was worth every second.

“Did I say you could do that?” He looks down to where our bodies are almost joined.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Thought you were going to fuck me, so why are you still talking?” I taunt.

An animalistic growl leaves him as he jerks my hair one last time before he removes his hands and takes hold of my legs, opening them wider as he looks down between us.

I watch, too, fascinated, as he slides right in.

I bite my lip as he bottoms out inside me.

His hand lifts to my cheek, and his thumb touches my lip, pulling it free.

“That’s my lip to bite.” He jerks his body, and I gasp at the movement.

“You’ll learn,” he says, and his hand slides to my neck, and he pushes me.

I bend backward, and now my head is on the cushions—thankfully, they’re soft—my ass is perched on the back of the couch, and his cock is still inside of me.

I don’t bother to argue about the not-so-comfortable position when he pulls out and thrusts back in.

I swear all the blood rushes to my head, not just because I’m upside down but from the feeling of being fucked this way.

Ezra moves, slow and steady at first, one hand on my stomach, holding me still, while the other grips my hip.

“Ezra.”

“Yes, dear?” I can tell he’s smirking without even seeing his face.

“Let me up.”

“You don’t mean that,” he replies, and his hand that was on my stomach moves down to my very sensitive clit. I squirm but somehow open my legs wider while he thrusts and thrusts.

As he slides in and out of me, I grip the closest thing to me, which happens to be a pillow, and pick it up.

“Do you plan to place that over your mouth and bite it to stifle your screams, dear?” he asks as he pulls out until just his tip remains inside me.

He pauses for a moment, and as I feel him jerk, a sharp slap comes down on my clit.

Vibrations travel throughout my body, another orgasm building fast as he slams back inside of me.

Wait? Did he just slap my clit, and I liked it?

Surely not.

He does it again, and I’m fucking helpless to stop him.

Not that I want to.

He fucks me so good that I do, in fact, end up biting the pillow.

His hand leaves my clit and finds my breast. He squeezes my nipple before he moves lower, and in one swift movement, like I weigh nothing, he lifts me.

My legs twine around his waist, and he holds me up, his hands on my ass as he starts bouncing me on his cock.

My arms cling onto his shoulders, and I hold on.

Leaning against him, I open my mouth and taste his skin before I bite his shoulder.

He grunts in response, then, if possible, he picks up his pace.

Pounding into me relentlessly. My nails dig into his back.

His breathing turns ragged. Every thrust scorches up my spine, sending me closer to the brink of insanity.

My body trembles, teetering on a cliff’s edge and begging to fall.

His finger slips between my ass cheeks and pushes into my puckered hole, never once stopping his assault on me.

“That pussy of yours fucking loves me,” he says. I don’t reply. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Again, I say nothing.

He laughs, and as he does, I come, my body going lax as he follows right after me. His warm cum filling me, and leaking down my thighs.

When he’s done, he walks to his dining table, with me hanging off of him, my mouth still on his shoulder, and takes a seat.

I sit up on his lap, his cock still inside of me as he removes his hand from my ass.

He lifts his hands and puts them behind his head.

“Give me a minute, dear, and I’ll fuck that mouth.

” His emerald eyes shine with something so bright that I have to break contact.

“I should go,” I tell him, looking down between us.

“You should stay.”

“I shouldn’t.” I shake my head. “I’ll call a Lyft.” I go to get up, but he grips my hips, holding me to him. I meet his eyes.

“It’s only sex. Stay.”

“No,” I reply, pushing away. “Do you have all the women you fuck stay?”

His cock falls out of me as I stand, and I notice he’s already getting hard again. Turning away from him, I walk to the couch and find my clothes.

“No, only you, it seems.”

After I put my clothes back on, I turn to find him still seated at the dining table, watching me. “I’ll drive you back to your car.” He stands and, without another word, gets dressed and then walks to the door.

I follow.

He takes me back to his shop in silence.

I say nothing when I leave the car, and neither does he.

I close the door without looking back. My throat tightens, the silence, and something else I can’t pinpoint weighing heavily on my chest. I dig my keys in frustration from my oversized purse and walk away from his idling car.

As I stare at my ceiling all night long, I keep asking myself what I was even thinking coming to see him in the first place.