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“What do you mean, you’re okay with it? You’re going to be okay with it because she doesn’t owe you anything!”
“Stop!” Maya yells, pushing the two of us away from each other. “I already said I’d eat in your room, Ezra.Back off.”
I shoot her a glare. “You’re defending him now?”
Vic smiles, looking at my girl like she just hung the moon. “Hell yeah, she is.”
I grab her wrist and drag her along behind me. “We’re done here,” I tell Vic without looking back.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
MAYA
“Ouch! Ezra, you’re hurting me!”I tug against his pull, trying to get him to let me go, but his grip is like iron. He pulls me along behind him and up the grand staircase to his bedroom.
Our bedroom?
It’s more his than mine; I spent—and still spend—most of my time in the room downstairs.
Ezra pushes one of the doors open and pulls me in front of him, shoving me inside. I stumble, but catch myself on the small table in the antechamber.
“Why are you being so rough?” I ask him breathlessly as he pushes me into the room.
He chuckles, but the sound is harsh and humorless. “I thought you liked it rough.”
I sigh. He’s not wrong.
I begin to turn around to confront him again, but before I have a chance to even open my mouth, he grabs me, takes three huge steps into the room, and throws me on the bed.
“Ezra!” I yelp as I fly through the air. I enjoy a little manhandling, but I always hated when he’d throw me around like I’m a rag doll.
I land in the nest of pillows with anoomph!Ezra just stands there at the foot of the bed and laughs, this time amused. I push myself up, blowing my curls out of my face.
“It’s not funny. You know I don’t like that.”
He looks at me, cocking his head to the side in a predatory manner. “I know.”
Without saying anything, he crawls onto the bed, his eyes on me the entire time, and he doesn’t stop until I’m lying back on the pillows again. He holds himself over me as he nestles his bottom half in between my legs. I let out a soft gasp at the hardness I feel there.
He smirks. “Let me make it up to you.”
I swallow. “How?”
He leans forward and plants a soft, sweet kiss on my forehead, then on my nose. His lips are gentle as he continues kissing my face, leaving my mouth for last. My breathing quickens as his breath fans across my lips.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs against the corner of my mouth. My eyes are closed, but I can feel him grinning devilishly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Look at me,” he commands. I can’t stop myself from following his order, can’t help but submit to him completely. “Touch me.”
“Where?”
He nuzzles his nose against mine and closes his eyes. “Everywhere.”
Ezra slants his mouth over mine, catching my lips in the most passionate, heart-stopping kiss he’s ever given me. He claims my mouth with his own, our tongues joining, breaths colliding.
My hands travel all over his beautiful body. I’m grabbing at him, skimming my hands under his shirt to feel his warmth, and pulling him closer to me. His once smooth skin is now marred with small marks and scars. The muscles of his stomach clench when I run my fingers down his defined abs.
