“Mine!” he shouts down at Wagner.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” I climb onto Ezra’s lap and I’m flooded with relief when he lets me dislodge his hands from around Wagner’s neck, who immediately slumps back, gasping for air. I straddle Ezra’s lap and scoot as close as possible, dropping kisses on every inch of his face. “I missed you. Where have you been?”
“Trying to figure out how to keep you,” he heaves, leftover anger vibrating his muscles. “I went to ask your father for permission to marry you—I thought you’d like that—and he told me about your trust fund, princess. Told me he would take it away if you stayed with me. I needed to figure out a plan. I’m not worthy of you, but as long as I had a plan to one day be worthy—”
“Shhh,” I say against his mouth, kissing him lightly, my heart careening into my ribs. “You are worthy. Right this second. And I don’t care about the trust fund. I only want you.”
He bares his teeth at the man slumped behind us on the floor. “You pushed me away because of this pig?”
“I was worried you’d kill him, yes. But…” Suddenly embarrassed, I duck my head. “I was going to tell you everything this morning.” I search for the right words. “All my life, everything has been handed to me. Just once, I wanted to solve my own problem. My father had to bribe a recruiter to get me into Princeton. And…I just couldn’t bear to ask him to bail me out of blackmail, too.”
“That’s what this fucker was doing?” Ezra bristles, reminding me of a lion who has just spotted a gazelle. “Blackmailing you over something your father did?”
Whoops. Probably should have saved that nugget of truth for later. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmur, rubbing our lips together. “It’s over. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let him touch me when I belong to you so completely.” I feel his cock stiffen between us and rock against it instinctively, ignoring the man sprawled out a mere three feet away. “You made me your little girl. That’s how I want to stay.”
A groan releases, deep in his chest, and as we converge on each other’s mouths, his hands creep up under my skirt to grip my buns. I tug down the neckline of my tank top to show him my bare breasts and he gives a low curse, taking one hand off my backside to unzip his pants. “You’ll never keep anything from me ever again, Ophelia,” he says, grunting as he takes out his cock and slaps it against the back strap of my thong. “I almost died when he pulled you in here. No one touches what’s mine. No one touches the girl I love.”
“No one,” I whisper at his lips, lifting up so he can position his stiffness at my wet hole. I slide my tongue into Ezra’s mouth, playing with his bigger one, then I slowly lower myself on his thick rod of flesh, letting it fill me until I’m whimpering and clawing at his shoulders. “I love you, too, Ezra,” I gasp, flicking my hips back and grinding them forward. “Oh lord.”
“Fuuuuuck.” He slaps my right butt cheek, then grips the flesh and uses it to propel me into a rough rhythm, his teeth bared against my mouth. Growling possessively. I hold on tight to Ezra’s broad shoulders and ride his pulsing cock, my thighs flexing around his hips. Wagner has an up close and personal view of our joined bodies and I don’t care one way or the other. I need Ezra right now and when that happens, we become the only two people on the planet.
Furthermore, I can sense that Ezra is still shaken up over seeing me being dragged by another man by my hair. The sounds and movements he makes are desperate, cut with residual rage. I want to reassure him. I want to make him secure in the knowledge that he’s the only one who’ll ever be allowed to touch me. I want to make Ezra my master in the eyes of every single man alive…starting with Wagner.
“You’re so big,” I breathe, leaning back and riding up with slow undulations of my hips. “I’ll never be able to fit it all.”
Ezra’s strong throat is exposed when his head falls back on a masculine moan. “This clown didn’t know you’ve been getting twelve fat inches, did he, princess?” He catches my chin and tilts my face up. “Maybe he needs to be told.”
Arching, I drop my head all the way back so I’m looking Wagner right in his red, scandalized face. “My man took my virginity with his twelve big inches.” I punch my hips forward on those three final words, squeezing my inner walls around Ezra’s shaft and he grits out a curse in response. “He feels so good inside me.”
Ezra twists a hand in my tank top and yanks me back up, bruising my mouth with a wet, groaning kiss. He lands a sharp spanking on my buttocks, then jiggles the flesh of my right cheek. “You’re not man enough for this,” he rasps at Wagner, but he’s staring at my mouth. “No one’s ever going to get his come inside this pussy but Ezra. Isn’t that right, princess?”
“Yes,” I manage, gasping when Ezra reclines back and starts to pump his cock up into me—fastfastfast—wet, slapping sounds filling the room. “Ezra, oh my God. Ezra!”
His thumb finds that sensitive button between my thighs, playing with it, and his upthrusts grow even more ferocious, lifting me off the ground so I’m bouncing up and down on his lap, flying up several inches and slapping down, impaled on his meaty erection. I feel unexpectedly naughty knowing we have an audience watching me get possessed with such force. I can feel Wagner’s eyes on us, observing me from behind, seeing every veiny inch of Ezra’s cock slide into my pink opening—and it makes me come.
I come with such intensity, my scream hurts my own ears and I feel the flood of moisture traveling down Ezra’s flesh, dripping on his lap and corded stomach, into his pubic hair. My throat muscles strain and I shake with a violence I didn’t know my body was capable of. Before I know what’s happening, Ezra pins me down on my back and slams his cock into me, again, again, again, the top of my head coming within an inch of Wagner’s thigh with every thrust. “My tight, little fuck toy,” he bellows at Wagner. “Not yours. Not anyone’s. Mine.”
Ezra’s jaw slackens and a hot flood releases inside me. Above me, his muscles shudder with the onslaught of pleasure and his hips pump and pump, sending fluids splashing in every direction on Wagner’s floor.
“Ophelia,” he pushes through clenched teeth, finally dropping down on top of me and laying kisses on my face, neck and hair. “Ah, princess. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, my heart in my throat. “Let’s go home.”
Ezra
When I carry Ophelia into her father’s office twenty minutes later, he shoots to his feet behind his desk, slamming the phone into its cradle. “Ophelia,” he fumes. “I should have known when you didn’t come home or answer your phone that you were with this thug.”
“This thug just saved me from making a huge mistake.”
She pats me on the chest until I set her down, though I’m having a really hard time taking my hands off of her, even for a second.
Her father frowns. “What are you talking about?”
“She’s talking about your business partner,” I grind out. “He’s been blackmailing her in exchange for…”
I grow livid all over again and have to garner all my willpower to keep myself from plowing a fist through the closest wall. Fuck. If I hadn’t seen her across the street, I don’t even want to think about what might have happened. That piece of shit was prepared to take Ophelia against her will and I’ll be having nightmares about it for the rest of my life.
“In exchange for what?” Ophelia’s father demands. “What are you talking about?”
Unable to help myself, I approach the desk and slam a fist down onto the antique wood. “In exchange for her. In his bed.” Needing to touch my girl and make sure she’s okay, I turn and pull her into my arms, becoming whole again when she snuggles into my hold. “He knows about the bribe you laid down to get her into Princeton. He threatened to ruin you unless she gave in.”
“I changed my mind,” Ophelia says, facing her father with her cheek flattened over my heart. “But he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Ezra showed up and kicked the door down.” She kisses my chest through my shirt. Once, twice. ?
??He protected me.”
I drag my attention off Ophelia to find her father pale and lowering himself into his chair. “I can’t believe this. I told Wagner about the bribe in confidence and he…he uses the information to try and get his sleazy hands on my daughter?” His troubled eyes land on Ophelia. “You should have come to me.”