The thought makes me tense, and I pull a blanket around my shoulders, wishing I could believe him.
Wishing I could trust him the way I used to think I could, which makes me even madder and I can’t stop myself from saying, “Fuck you, Ezra.Fuck.You. And this stupid cold fucking island, and all of your dumbass plans, and everything you’ve ever made me feel for you?—”
I don’t get to finish what I was planning to say.
He’s in my space before I can formulate the next word, gripping my jawline in his big hand. “Thisinfuriatingfuckingmouth.”
I eye him defiantly and decide to push every single one of his buttons I can from this point forward. If we’re nearing the end, I might as well go down in a blaze of glory.
I jerk my face from his grip. Before he can move his hand away, I snap my head back and latch my teeth onto his knuckle, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
He doesn’t try to pull away. He just stares at me like I’m an insolent child. When I finally let go, he asks, “Did that make you feel better?”
“No.”
“I knowexactlywhat you need.” He crosses his arms, smug as fuck.
“To watch you choke?”
He crouches down in front of me, peeling the blanket off my shoulders. He rifles with something in the floor, and when his hand comes into view again he’s holding a pear whelk I found while I was shelling yesterday.
He runs the bulbous end of it over my lips. “I was thinking more along the lines ofmewatchingyouchoke.”
Basement flooded.Great.
“Open,” he demands.
And fuck me up the literal ass—I listen.
The seashell stretches my jaw nearly to its limit. If I crack a tooth, this motherfucker is paying for my dental bill.
I have to look ridiculous as I’m staring up at him from beneath my eyelashes, but the look in his eye tells me he doesn’t think so.
The look he gives me isferal.
“On your knees and face the couch.”
Drool pools at the corners of my mouth and I feel a little too embarrassed by it sitting here with him staring right at my face like this, so I do what he says.
The second my knees hit the hardwood floor, he fists my hair, twisting my head to the side and forcing my body forward onto the couch.
He jerks my pants down over my hips, baring my ass to him.
I think I know where this is going, until he does something totally unexpected.
He straightens and kicks my knees apart, then grips an ass cheek in each hand drops to his knees behind me, burying his face between my legs.
He sucks one lip into his mouth. This angle is something new to me, and the sensation of it has me moaning around the seashell in my fucking mouth.
What the hell am I letting this man do to me?
I tense at the thought, and he must sense that I’m thinking too hard about it.
He pulls away and brings his hand down on my ass, smacking so hard that I know there’s a welt in the shape of his massive hand on my skin in its wake.
He kneads the offending area with one hand and brings his other one to my mouth, where he smears my own drool over my lips. “Promise to be nice to me?” he asks.
I nod my agreement, and he slides the shell from my mouth.
