“Mmm,” he growled, licking his lips, “just like I thought. Delicious.”
Before I could even utter a response, a blur of a body came lunging towards me. One second, I’m paralyzed in front of Ezra, seconds away from being devoured and the next I’m being tossed into the air like a beach ball.
The velocity of my stomach landing on a hard shoulder knocked the wind out of me and as I felt an arm curl tightly underneath my ass, I knew exactly who the culprit was.Cyrus.He had just secured his position on my shit list.
I lifted my head in time to catch a smirking Ezra enter the bathroom I had just walked out of. An icy chill crept up my spine. If I had gone into that bathroom five seconds later, he could’ve trapped me in there and no one would’ve been able to stop him.
“Stay out of trouble, Angel.” Ezra taunted, flashing me a devilish grin.
I couldn’t help the maniacal laugh that bubbled out of my lips. His warning was absolutely ludicrous.Stay out of trouble? How the hell was I supposed to stay out of trouble when I was now living with it?
As Cyrus stomped his way down the stairs, my face banged against the rigid muscles of his back. I fought the urge to kick him in the balls as my sense of self preservation only slightly outweighed my irritation at his barbarian act. I didn’t enjoy being hauled away like fucking property, but he saved me from whatever the hell that interaction with Ezra was, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to have his god-gifted body so close to mine.
Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, his movements halted. Strong hands gripped around the back of my thighs and he pulled my body down. He paused as our eyes met and his hands gripped onto my waist, suspending me in the air like I weighed nothing.
The size and strength of this man alone could put my pussy in a frenzy. I wasn’t a tiny girl by anyone’s standards, yet he carried me with just his hands and showed no signs of a struggle. He gave me a look that said he wanted to defile me in the most depraved ways possible and for just a moment, my pussy took control of my brain and screamed that she was all in. His little hero act had sent my hormones into overdrive and I was too caught up in the moment to stop it.
My legs tightened around his waist of their own accord and I pressed my body against his feverously. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and breathed in his alluring scent of freshly cut grass and leather. His skin was hot to the touch and deliciously smooth. I rubbed my cheek against the softness as my body grinded against his waist. I felt him hardening beneath me as his breathing grew just as ragged as mine.
A tiny whimper escaped my lips. The sound broke through the dense fog, muddying both of our minds. He yanked me away from his body and stared at me, baffled. Whatever spell I had cast over him quickly broke, and he dropped me to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Fuck you pussy, you backstabbing hoe. We had an agreement. Just because he can toss us around like we weigh nothing doesn’t automatically mean we try to fuck him.
Surprise momentarily flashed across his features before his scowl returned as if it had never left. Now avoiding touching me all together, he carefully picked me up by the nape of my leather jacket and set me on my feet.
“Never grab me like that again!” I hissed, pulling away from his hold. “God, what are you, a fucking brute? What is wrong with you?”
I didn’t actually want an answer. My stupid mouth just kept digging the humiliation grave deeper. His blatant rejection hurt. He was all about it when I first arrived, but now he wouldn’t even look at me.
“Cyrus!” I fumed, finally garnering his attention.
His angry eyes flashed in my direction as his sharp jaw ticked, but he still said nothing. His silence was worse than any cutting remark he had made earlier, and I could see the pure hatred for me all over his face. That’s when I noticed a discrepancy that I would’ve seen earlier had I not been sodickstracted.
“Did you do something different with your hair? Because I could’ve sworn it was shorter only a few moments ago.”
“Damn, Princess, I’m touched that you noticed.” Called out a familiar voice from behind me.
I swung my head back and had to do a double take. Behind me stood Cyrus, looking as full of himself as ever with a smug smile plastered on his face. The man who carried me down the stairs wasn’t Cyrus at all, and based on the splitting image I was seeing, he had to have been his twin.
As I gaped at the two men, it was obvious they were identical, but the way they carried themselves couldn’t have been more different. Where Cyrus’s stance exuded confidence and charisma, this man’s presence seemed standoffish and brutal. They both had the same sexy emerald eyes and were exactly the same height and build. They even both had black and white tattoos all over their body. The only physical discrepancy between the two was their hair. While they both had dark brown locks, Cyrus’ twin’s hair was an inch or two longer, giving him a more wild and animalistic look.
“Tristan, meet… Princess.”
“Stevie.” I bit out, scowling at Cyrus and offering Tristan a small smile. “Stevie Alexander.”
It wasn’t his fault that his twin was an ass.Maybe he was the good twin?
His eyes stared at my smile for a brief second before flashing back to Cyrus and looking at him pointedly. After a few beats of silence, he left the foyer and headed towards the living room without another word.
Okay,definitely the evil twin.
Chapter 10
Ezra
The fallen angel tasted like heaven. When she crashed into me, I had no intention of interacting with her. My body was still buzzing from my session with Johnny, and I wanted to avoid her until I was ready. The release was so much sweeter when I had a few days to heighten the need for pain. But something about seeing the sticky scarlet substance drip down her flawless creamy skin changed my mind.
When my thumb swiped that blood from her lip, a few things happened I didn’t expect. Her delicate tongue swiped at the last remnants of blood on her lip and revealed tiny silvery scars. It was a minute detail that most who have never dealt with pain would never notice. The scar tissue there told me she had been biting into that same spot for years, a clear sign she was used to hiding her pain.
