Brutal Heir (Billionaire Heirs #2)

Chapter 24

Sage

I drift up from a deep sleep, my body sluggish, but not emotionally wrung out as I usually am. A clean, masculine scent, now familiar, lingers on the pillow beneath my head. Ezequiel. I fell asleep listening to his heart beat under my cheek. I smile, still not fully awake.

I open my eyes slowly, taking in the dimly lit room, then run my hand over the fitted sheet, feeling its cool, smooth texture. It’s empty, but this time I know he came to bed. He slept beside me through what was left of the night.

He must have recognized how broken I was when I showed up. He didn’t shoot questions at me. He didn’t demand answers. He didn’t bring up my supposed drug use. He just held me and gave of himself when I needed him most.

I settle back against the pillow, now fully awake and alone. I take a minute to give a contented sigh before tossing back the covers without a second thought. I’m immediately hit by the cold air permeating the house. I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing my biceps as I try to warm up.

Ezequiel likes to keep the house cold, a welcome respite from the broiling South Texas sun. But it’s an unexpected jolt to the system when you’ve spent the last few hours snuggled up to a virtual furnace.

I slide over to his side of the bed and sit up. It’s a big change from having to force myself awake each morning after the alarm goes off. Then I work through a medicine stupor from pills that are supposed to help me through the night.

The smell of coffee makes my mouth water, prompting me to get moving. But that’s not the only scent in the air. I smooth my hair back, pulling my scrunchie off in the process. Then I do my best to repair the mess that must be my hair before pulling my ponytail up again.

I get up, scrunching my toes into the thick carpet, luxuriating in the feel of it under my feet. It’s not hard to decide against slipping my sandals on right now.

Adjusting my top, I let myself out into the hall then silently shut the door.

Heavenly scents of breakfast make my stomach rumble. I press my hand to my midriff, trying to quiet it down. The protest is to be expected. I haven’t been able to eat a thing since I left here yesterday.

Swallowing hard, I head down the hall toward the kitchen. The light shining brightly, illuminating the way.

I peek around the corner to find Ezequiel casually leaning against the counter. His beefy hand is wrapped around a thick mug, steam rising from its surface.

“Breakfast,” he states. As usual, not a question.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I walk toward him, sticking to the counter. I don’t want to get close enough to be tempted by what he fixed.

“I’m not much of a breakfast person,” I say, my mouth watering. Then my stomach rumbles again, making a liar out of me.

“Is that a fact.” He takes a drink, his eyes fixed on me as he studies me over the rim of his cup.

My nipples pucker at the intensity of his gaze.

“You look hungry,” he says, voice full of innuendo.

“I’m not.” I pointedly ignore the heaping plate of scrambled eggs and bacon sitting on the table next to his.

His gaze lowers to my breasts, burning through my top.

He must’ve noticed my body’s reaction. Part of me is embarrassed at getting caught.

I take a step back, leaning against the counter for support. My heart is pounding as my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I can’t believe he can still have this effect on me, even after everything that’s happened, but I have to admit, I like it.

I scrunch my toes against the tile. “It’ll make me fat…ter.” I add the last part, in a lower voice.

“I don’t mind,” he says arrogantly, as if that’ll put a stop to the reason I won’t eat.

“I do,” I retort. It’s bad enough that my clothes are getting a little tight. Every time I use a button shirt I’m reminded of what that man said to me.

He takes another drink out of the mug, his eyes narrowing the tiniest bit, but it’s enough for his gaze to turn dangerous.

What is it about this side of him that thrills me?

“We’ll just have to find a different way for you to work off what you eat.”

A jolt of desire courses through me, at his words. Oh Lord, now I’m wet.

He sets the mug down and moves across the kitchen, broad shoulders filling the space as he draws nearer.

My pulse beats between my legs.

I shift my gaze, not wanting him to see that hungry look he mentioned. Unfortunately, I can’t help but notice he’s aroused. I watch him take every step until he’s right in front of me. Close enough that I feel the heat off his body.

“So, you plan to head back to town wearing this?” He hooks my blouse at my cleavage and tugs down, baring half my breast. Then he brings his hips against mine, pressing his erection into one side of my belly.

I part my lips, needing the extra help to get enough air into my lungs. “I…I brought a uniform.”

“Hmm.” He moves along the inside of my breast, following the curve until he’s on either side of my nipple. The pressure he puts on one side or the other changes, so I don’t know what to expect. It’s building my anticipation, keeping me on edge, wanting his fingers to come together and give me that much-needed jolt.

“You have the body of a woman. It’s nature’s gift.” He caresses my breast with the back of his fingers. “Soft in some places.” Then he brings his knuckles together hard enough to make me gasp. “Stiff in others.”

Need shoots straight to my clit, sending a shudder through me that brings another shower of moisture.

“A man gets to discover all the hills”—his palm covers my breast, moving down over my waist and hip— “and valleys.” His gaze is burning into me as he works his way into my shorts. He leans away, giving himself enough room so he can watch what he’s doing to me.

His foot pushes at the inside of mine, giving himself more space. My hands go to the counter behind me so I can hold on for dear life. I’m so distracted my legs nearly buckle. I’m so lost that the second he touches me, my hips thrust forward of their own volition.

“That’s right. Give me what’s mine.” His words sound a little rough.

“Mmm.” I wish I could deny anything of the sort. But my body’s pressing against him as he moves along my slick folds. I can hear the strokes as he moves through my wetness.

“Push down your shorts.”

My pulse quickens as I hook the elastic at my waistband and do as he asks. His attention is down below; he’s watching me bare my body so he can see where his hand is buried between my legs.

Visual…man . The disjointed words go through my mind as his gaze remains glued to the same spot. He’s moving faster, and I can barely keep a thought together.

My clothes land on the floor.

He reaches for the top button on his jeans, pops it open. Then drags the zipper down until his jeans are loose. If it wasn’t for his massive erection, he’d likely be naked from the waist down. He works his cock free as I drown in my own desire.

“See this?”

My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“In the years I’ve been here, nobody’s tempted me.”

Years.

“Last time, you barely got through the door.” His fingers plunge into me, bowing my body back against the counter. “Before I buried myself in this tight little cunt.”

A groan escapes me. “Better than porn?”

His eyes darken. “You want to watch me drilling you from behind, or the real thing?”

My mind backtracks, searching for the words that set off an alarm in the back of my mind.

Maybe I can talk you into letting me record you again.

He said me . It was my phone recording what we did. “Did you record us that day?”

His lips pull to one side, a dark promise in that smile. “Do you want to watch, or the real thing?”

Even as I try to feel appalled at what he just admitted to doing, I can’t. My body’s too far gone to go back. “You,” I whisper.

He turns his head. “What?”

“I want you,” I repeat, louder. “I want your cock.”

“Good girl,” he says, clearly pleased. He removes his fingers, leaning in to run his hands behind my thighs. I brace myself as he pushes me up, placing my lower back against the counter. “Such a pretty little cunt.” Then he plunges into me.

In that split second before it happened, I wanted to protest. I was going to tell him the counter’s solid. It’ll be hard against my lower back. But he hit with such force, I nearly saw stars.

The sound of the wet strokes adds another layer of heat. My instinct to catch myself before I fall from this position wars with the need to meet his every thrust. I know he’s got me, so I let go, trusting he’ll keep me from falling. I tumble into the most thrilling orgasm of my life, leading with a scream that’ll echo throughout the house.

The world falls away as I come down. I’ll be sore again later, and I’ll have bruises, but damn is it worth it to have him hitting my pretty little cunt .

He’s leaning over me, somehow drawing the energy to bite at my nipple through the fabric.

“Maybe, later, we can do both,” I suggest.

He lifts an eyebrow.

“You asked if I wanted to watch, or get the real thing…”

That wicked grin makes another appearance. “That’s my girl. Now let’s get you fed.”