"I had my suspicions.” Ezra watches me closely. “Calum sent you a text message, and your father announced it this morning. Your wedding is in three weeks. Congratulations." I tell her and hand over her cellphone. She takes it from me, and I see her eyes darting across the screen as she reads.
"Upper east sides sweethearts, Ezra Quintero and Calum Sinclair to wed July twenty third. The glamourous wedding is due to take place in The Hamptons." Ezra swipes away her tears using the back of her hand.
"I didn't understand it before— why he was so adamant on Calum and I getting married. I just assumed it was because he thought I couldn't handle running his company, or it was a power play—a smart business decision to have two wealthy families come together. But it was all a goddamn front. He's been manipulating me, lying about it being for my best interest when all the while he planned to keep his dirty little secret under wraps. That’s why he paid Xavi to walk away from me. So I would be forced to marry Calum and go along with his plan." I take the cellphone from her hand, and she watches me as I walk over to the fireplace and toss it into the fire. "Hey, what did you do that for? That's my damn phone!"
I turn and face her. "Yes, and I'm sure Daddy dearest is already tracking your phone trying to find you. We wouldn't want anyone to find us now, would we? Get up." I walk over to her, and she frowns.
"What? why?" I grasp her arm and pull her up to her feet, and she whimpers and struggles against me. "What are you doing? Ow! Damien, goddamn it, you're hurting my arm."
"Move." Ezra looks up at me and blinks. "We have something to do."
"What?" I ignore her. "What are you going to do, Damien?"
With a drawn-out sigh, I reach over and pick up my gun, slide the safety off, and press the gun to her jaw. Ezra stills, and her eyes go wide as she peers up at me, apprehensive. "You talk too damn much. You're beginning to annoy me." I hiss darkly, and she glares up at me. "Now move." We make our way upstairs again to the guest bedroom. I push her inside and let go of her arm. Ezra stumbles in and rubs her arm, wincing as she watches me closely as if trying to anticipate my next move. "Take your clothes off." She blanches visibly and swallows hard, her chest rising and falling quickly.
"What?”
"Did I stutter?" I question, and she shakes her head quickly. "Take your clothes off, Ezra. Don't make me ask you again." We stare at each other, and she doesn't move, so I walk over to her. Ezra’s shoulder is pressed against my chest as I lean in closer.
“Damien, please.”
Ezra quivers when my lips brush against her ear when I speak quietly but firmly, “I don’t fuck without consent, pretty girl.” I trail my finger up the length of her blouse and hook my index and middle finger at the top button. I yank my fingers down, and the buttons tear-off flying all over the floor. Ezra gasps sharply, eyes closed, her chest rising and falling quickly. She takes a step away from me, but I reach up, grab her by the throat, and draw her back. “I’m not going to hurt you. Strip…now,” I growl threateningly in her ear, my fingers tightening around her throat.
Ezra closes her eyes as she slides the blouse off her shoulders, and its pools around her feet. I step back and watch as her fingers move to the button of her jeans. She hesitantly unbuttons them, lifting her eyes to look at me, silently pleading with me to show her mercy. I sigh, growing agitated. I slide the barrel back on my viper and take a step toward her again. "Get on with it." Ezra winces and slowly glides the jeans down her perfectly sculpted legs. Goddamn, she's a sight for sore eyes. There she stood before me in only a pair of white matching lace underwear I had picked out for her. It pleased me that it fit her perfectly. I let my eyes roam over her perfect body. "All of it, Ezra," I command, and she shakes her head.
"Damien, what are you going to do with me?"
"I'm losing my patience, Ezra. Do. It." I warn, and she reaches up and pulls the straps to her bra down her arms and reaches back, she unclips, and the bra slides off, leaving her breasts bare, and my God, what a beautiful pair they are. Perfect C-cups with light pink areolas, her nipples perky and hardened. Fuck. The urge to suck and feel them between my teeth while she moans and screams was undeniable. Ezra flushes under my heated gaze and lowers her eyes to the floor as she slid her fingers into her panties and glides them down her legs. I inhaled a deep breath as I stood still watching her, so beautiful, pure, and untouched. If it weren't for the fear in her eyes, it would have been tough not to surrender to my animalistic urges and give her what she had initially come here for. However, I had to focus and keep the beast within me under control. She's simply divine. Ezra lifts her arms and shields her breasts and pussy from my prying eyes.
I walk over to her, and slide the safety on my gun and tuck it in the hem of my jeans. Ezra flinches as I near her, her chest rising and falling quicker with every desperate breath she took. I lift my hand and take hold of her chin and lift her head. Her ocean-blue eyes still cast down, ashamed of her own skin. "Look at me, Ezra." On my order, her eyes lift and lock with mine. All I see is her apprehension and insecurities lurking behind those cobalt eyes. I can feel her trembling, her body wracked with fear and the uncertainty of what I will do to her.
I stare into her eyes, and she stares back. “Drop your arms.” Ezra’s brows twitch and draw together before she lets her arms fall to her sides. “Do you trust me when I say I won’t touch you without your permission?” I patiently wait for her to answer; her eyes search mine for a long moment before she nods slowly. I tilt her head up and gaze down into her eyes. "Get on the bed, lay flat on your back, and do not move. Do you understand me?" Ezra gulps, nodding slowly, and I watch as she backs up toward the bed and lays flat on her back. "Good girl. Don't move." I walk out of the bedroom and walk down the hall to my own bedroom. I open the drawer by the bedside table and pull out the silk ties and blindfold.
This ought to get Hugo's attention. I walk back into the bedroom and see Ezra on the bed as I left her. She watches me as I approach her, and her eyes widen when she sees the ties and blindfold in my hand, and she tries to crawl further up the bed, her back pressed against the headboard. "Damien..." She utters warily. I crawl up on the bed, grab her ankle, and yank her toward me and straddle her.
"Lift your arms up over your head." She shakes her head and struggles to try to hit me, so I grab her arms and forcefully lift them over her head. I wrap the silk ties around her wrists tight and hear her hiss in response. I smirk and tie a knot and check to see if it's secure. Ezra tries to move her wrists, tugging on her restraints. I lean down close to her face, gazing into her beautiful eyes—she stills and looks up at me wide-eyed. I brush her hair out of her face, "Stop struggling. Be a good girl, and this will be over quickly." I smirk down at her. “If you behave, I might even reward you,” I tell her, and she blinks up at me.
"What?" I raise her head and tie the blindfold over her eyes. “Reward me how? Damien?” I stand up and move over to the foot of the bed and look her over. Exquisite. I pull out my cellphone from my pocket and launch the camera. I’ll blur out her breasts and pussy before I send it over to James. Like fuck I’ll allow indecent images of her in a state of vulnerability to circulate about freely.
Just the thought of the client’s having these pictures is stirring a rage in me. I push aside my annoyance and snap a couple of photos of her.
That should suffice. I highly doubt Hugo would want indecent nude pictures of his innocent baby girl all over the internet. It was crude, and I wouldn't say I liked exploiting her like this, but you need to do what the job requires, and this was a far better option than her being killed.
I wonder briefly how far she's gone with her past boyfriends. I did promise her a reward. I could give her a little something to sweeten the deal if she agrees. I'm intrigued to see how her body will react to my touch and if last night was anything to go by, she's clearly deprived and in need of some sexual awakening.
And let's face it, she did choose me for a reason.