Chapter 60

Chapter Sixty

H e seems different somehow—tense, yet still the same as always. I can’t quite describe or explain it, but what he says sounds reasonable and makes sense. Besides, why would Ezra lie to me? I know he has a past, that he wasn’t exactly well-behaved in his youth and did things he’s not proud of now. But he’s changed; he’s on the right path now.

He’s a good man who treats me like a queen and would lay the world at my feet if I let him. With every passing minute, I can feel my heart beating more for him, and he’s finding his way deeper into it.

I nod weakly and plant a soft kiss on him so that he knows I believe him and that I don’t want to talk about women from his past anymore. Only the two of us are important now, and I want to make the most of the little time we have left today, but certainly not by talking about his past. After all, we all have one. For some, it’s darker; for others, it’s lighter, but the fact is, we all have a past.

“Do you want me to take you back?” he asks between gentle kisses.

I can hear that it’s the exact opposite of what he wants, but he still offers so I don’t get in trouble. My heart swells even more at this small but meaningful gesture, so I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and pull him close to me so I can kiss him and answer his question.

Ezra grins against my lips before he pushes me to my car, opens the door, and then pushes me into the back seat without separating his lips from mine for even a second. I slide over the leather and wait for him to get in with me. Ezra pushes both front seats forward as far as he can before finally joining me.

As soon as he sits next to me, I quickly reach for the buttons on his shirt to undo them. The thin fabric gapes open on both sides and shows me his muscular upper body in all its glory, so I can’t stop myself from running my lips over it. Meanwhile, I can feel Ezra’s hand moving under my dress; the other is already massaging my breasts vigorously, which makes me gasp again and again.

My arousal continues to grow until I can’t stand it any longer and hurriedly undo his belt and trousers to let my hand disappear inside. His erection welcomes me joyfully and twitches as I gently glide my fingertips over it. Ezra growls deeply and then conquers my mouth with his tongue.

“Lie down. I need to taste you, Beauty,” he murmurs excitedly before nodding behind me.

I immediately lean against the door, slide my bottom down, and open my thighs for him so that he has good access and space in the back seat. An exciting tingle sweeps through my body as I can hardly wait to feel his tongue deep inside me again.

Ezra pushes my legs apart with his broad shoulders and grabs my panties, which he slowly pulls over my ass. He pushes them further down my legs until he carelessly throws the piece of fabric into the footwell and dives between my thighs with a sly smile. He drapes my legs over his shoulders. When I feel his hot breath on my already wet pussy, I moan with pleasure and arch my back toward him. My fingers wander into his hair, pressing him further against my core because I want so much more.

A soft laugh vibrates through his body, making me gasp for air. Then, as his soft lips graze my mound, I whimper pleadingly. Ezra drives me crazy with his games, and I enjoy every bittersweet second of his hot torture.

His tongue pushes between my folds, immediately making me arch against him as a loud moan erupts from me. Nevertheless, his tongue movements remain gentle, too gentle for my taste. Gingerly, he nudges my throbbing pearl, driving me even crazier.

“Ezra,” I gasp pleadingly and claw harder into his hair.

“Yes, beautiful?” he murmurs against my glowing core, touching my folds with every word, which makes me wince excitedly as the tingling sensation intensifies.

He looks up at me, and our eyes lock. I can’t stand it any longer. I want more. Now!

“Fuck me!” I moan pleadingly before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him up to me. I simply need more now.

Grinning, he follows my request and kisses me while he pulls his pants and shorts down so that he can finally penetrate me.

“Turn around and stick your sweet ass out at me,” he orders me, grumbling, before pulling back a little to make room to obey him.

I immediately follow his command and kneel in the back seat. His hand moves down my spine to the back of my neck until he grabs me there and gives me a gentle squeeze, telling me to bend my upper body downwards. Again, I obey. Ezra leans over me and kisses his way up to my ear, giving me a pleasant shiver as I feel his lips there.

“Hands behind your back, Beauty!” he murmurs so softly that his words crawl over my skin like a gentle breeze.

Everything about this man excites me. No matter what he does to me, I want to obey him, and I’m curious to see what he will do to me next. I put my hands behind my back obediently, and not a moment later, I feel his hands gripping my hips tightly as he positions himself behind me.

“Are you going to be loud for me, little lioness?” he growls.

I want to say something back but am interrupted by a hard slap on my bottom, which makes me groan unexpectedly.

“Good girl,” he praises me before he penetrates me completely with a firm thrust, making me moan even louder.

I should be worried about someone hearing what’s going on in here due to the violent thrusts and the shaking of the car. But honestly? I couldn’t care less right now because I just want to enjoy this moment. So I switch my head off and let my lust run free. I hold nothing back and give myself to Ezra with everything I’ve got. The main thing is that he doesn’t stop giving me what I need.

One slap after another follows on my bottom while he thrusts himself deep and hard into me from behind. The car already smells of dirty sex, and our sounds speak for themselves because Ezra’s moans are getting darker and darker as his thrusts get harder and faster.

Beads of sweat cover our bodies, and bare skin collides as he thrusts into me again and again. My lust is already running down my thighs, and I can feel the heat in my abdomen spreading further and further. When I feel Ezra’s hand on my clitoris, I get even louder. In the next second, I come explosively and scream his name as the orgasm shakes my trembling body.

A little later, he also comes deep inside me with a dark growl. Exhausted but completely satisfied, I slump down on the back seat and need a moment to catch my breath. Ezra carefully pulls out of me until, a little later, I feel his lips move over my bottom, the spot he has hit several times. It throbs, and yet it’s a pleasant pain, especially now that he’s taking care of it and caressing it with his gentle lips.

When he sits upright in the seat, I rise again and snuggle against his chest. Our bodies are still covered in sweat, and our hearts are beating hard under our ribs. We simply enjoy the pleasant silence and catch our breath.

At some point, I look up at him with a genuine smile because I am completely happy at this moment. All the worries and problems of my everyday life are forgotten here and now because it’s just him and me. Ezra makes me happy.

“Yes… I’m falling in love with you right now, Ezra King,” I whisper into the silence and give him a gentle kiss on his chin.

His gaze drops, and he grins ear to ear before pulling me back to his lips, placing a hand on my cheek.

“And I’m in love with you,” he breathes against my lips and kisses me again with a passion that says more than words alone.

Hearing him say it stirs something deep within me, even though I know we’ve already set the catastrophe in motion. Still, I don’t want to think about the fallout right now—not in this beautiful moment.

After he detaches himself from me again, he looks deep into my eyes and I can see how happy he is. But suddenly, without me understanding why, something shifts in his expression. It darkens within seconds, and he looks angrier than I’ve ever seen him.

“What is this?” he snarls, gripping my chin with two fingers to turn my face.

My heart skips a beat. Damn! My makeup must have failed during our sweaty fun, and Ezra has just discovered the dark spots on my face. I quickly pull away from his grasp and lower my eyes. I don’t know what to say to him, and I don’t want to discuss it.

“Nothing,” I mumble, hoping he’ll let it go.

“Nothing?! Did he hit you again? In the face?” Ezra asks angrily, his whole body tensing up next to me.

I don’t want to argue with him, especially not about my husband and not now. We only have a few hours…

“Ezra, please,” I try to calm him down.

“No, Beauty! Your husband is beating you! How can you stay with him? How can you…?” He stops suddenly, so I gently lift my head to look at him. “It’s not the first time he’s hit you in the face? He… has been beating you up so badly for years, am I right?” He puts one and one together on his own.

“I’ll kill him!” he hisses hatefully.

I flinch and can’t help the tears that well up and obscure my vision. So I lower my head again and try to stifle the rising sobs. I want to be brave. I want to stop the violent trembling and not burst into tears in front of my lover. But all of this… it’s too much for me, and I can no longer hold back the sobs and trembling. Then there’s Ezra’s anger and his hateful look.

“Hey, Beauty…” he murmurs softly and gently, the way he always talks to me, and puts an arm around me to pull me back against his chest.

His voice is no longer angry; it is filled with love and concern. His warmth envelops me, and the trembling diminishes. I let his fingers, carefully placed under my chin, guide me to look at him.

“I’m sorry.”

I shake my head and plant a gentle kiss on him. He has nothing to apologize for because he’s perfect, and I show him that with this kiss. I cup his angular face and kiss him more intensely so that he understands how much he means to me. He also wraps his arms around me again. But even though he has apologized and calmed down to me, I can still feel his whole body tense and shaking with anger. And yet, he pulls himself together for me and doesn’t let his emotions run wild. And with this, he’s done it. Ezra King, my heart belongs to you.

The ringing of my cell phone interrupts our intense kiss, but I ignore it and pull him back to my lips. Ezra paused the kiss so I could answer it, but I don't want to talk on the phone or do anything else right now except be in his arms. Desperately, my tongue finds its way back into his mouth, but the phone rings again, breaking the moment once more.

I smile apologetically at him as I pick up my purse from the floor and fish out my cell phone to take the call. However, when I read Kelly’s name on the display, I stumble briefly before picking up the phone.

“Kelly?” I ask irritably and give Ezra a puzzled look.

His brow furrows, and he looks at me questioningly.

“Cora, I don’t know how you’re going to do this, but you need to get your sweet ass to me right now, wherever you are, because your husband is here asking questions he definitely shouldn’t be asking,” Kelly whispers excitedly into the earpiece.

“He… what? Thomas is with you?” my voice is shrill in panic, and I immediately straighten up. “What did he say? What does he want?” I bombard her with questions as I clasp my cell phone between my shoulder and ear and awkwardly put my panties back on in the back seat. I have to go!

“Yes. He came and wanted to know where you were. He didn’t believe you were with me and said something was wrong. I said that I’d run out of wine because we wanted to spend the evening at my place spontaneously because of the children, and you went to get some. Cora darling, if you don’t want to be found out, make sure you get here as quickly as possible and don’t forget the wine!” Kelly continues to whisper to me so that Thomas doesn’t overhear our conversation.

“Shit! All right. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stall him, Kelly. Please,” I beg my best friend in a panic.

“I’ll do anything, sweetie. Hurry!”

With that, we hang up.

“I have to go! Now! My husband is at Kelly’s waiting for me!” I rattle off the information before jumping out of the car to sit in the front passenger seat. “Ezra!” I yell hysterically when he makes no move and is still sitting in the back seat with his pants open.

“You’re seriously going to drive to him now? Fuck that asshole! He hit you! He doesn’t deserve you!” Ezra spits angrily, still not moving.

“Ezra! I don’t have time for this now! We have to get back. Now! You said you wouldn’t push me! But I’m certainly not going to end my marriage like this. June is at home and… and…” I’m getting more panicked with every word until my breath is choking me off, and I’m frantically clutching my throat, trying not to freak out.

“Fuck!” Ezra growls before getting out, slamming the door violently, and quickly entering the front. “Buckle up!” he snaps at me before starting the engine and speeding out of the parking lot.

I quickly grab my bag from the back before fastening my seatbelt. My breathing is still frantic, as I feel like I’m suffocating. My husband is with Kelly, and he will kill me if he sees me like this. How am I supposed to get to him on time without him seeing through it? My head spins again, and my breathing gets faster and more frantic.

“Calm down! I’ll get you back in time, and he won’t notice,” his gentle yet pressed voice snaps me out of my breathlessness.

His hand rests on my thigh, and his touch is enough to loosen the tight knot that has wrapped around my lungs and allows me to breathe more freely again. I suck the air deeply into my atrophied lungs and try to calm myself down.

“Are you okay?”

I nod weakly and look at him. Ezra’s features are hard, and I can tell by the look on his face how much he doesn’t like taking me back to my husband now. And yet he does it because I asked him to. He does it because he respects me and does not want to end my marriage like this. But the fact is: I will end it—for Ezra. For us.

“I will leave him. But not like this. Not when I’ve just cheated on him. That’s not fair to him, no matter what he’s done. That’s just not me. Please don’t make me a person I don’t want to be.”

I look at him and put my hand on his, which he has resting on my thigh. His gaze wanders briefly to me, and he can’t help but smile subtly and honestly. Ezra intertwines our fingers and brings my hand to his mouth to kiss the back of my hand. However, his smile and joy that I want to leave Thomas don’t last long. His features become serious again.

“Okay. You end your marriage your way. I’ll stay out of it and do what you want me to do. I’ll do anything for you, baby! But… if he touches you again, I’ll kill him!” Ezra replies in such a dark and ominous voice that I flinch, having never heard him speak like that before.

He presses another gentle kiss to the back of my hand before placing our intertwined hands in my lap and concentrating on the road again. Ezra steps on the gas a little more to make sure we make it on time without my husband getting suspicious. Although apparently, he already is, otherwise he wouldn’t have tried finding me at Kelly’s. I go through all sorts of excuses in my head as to why I’ve taken so long and make note of a few just in case.

During the drive, I touch up my makeup and fix my hair, trying to tame the wild look that clearly reveals what I’ve been up to all evening.

Ezra doesn’t say another word during the drive, and since I didn’t know what to say to not make it worse, I keep quiet, too.

Kelly keeps sending panicked messages asking where I am, making me increasingly nervous. But when Ezra finally pulls up on the side of the road outside his club so I can let him out and drive to Kelly’s myself, I breathe a little easier. I just have to buy a quick bottle of wine, and then I’ll be at Kelly’s in no time.

“Wait here. I have two bottles of wine inside. I… bought them in case… I bought them for us,” Ezra stops explaining, exits my car, and runs to his club.

When he returns, I have already taken my seat behind the wheel and rolled down the window so that he can hand me the bottles and I can say goodbye to him. He hands me the wine and gently kisses me on the cheek. I can tell he’s still upset, which I can understand, but I don’t have time for that now.

“I’ll call you as soon as things have calmed down a bit at my place, okay?”

His jaw tightens and his expression darkens, but he nods solemnly and steps back so I can drive off. I want to say something to make it right, but I know that no matter what I say, it won't make things better or any easier. So I leave it at that, close my window, and drive off.

I take another quick look in the rearview mirror, only to see Ezra step onto the road, staring after me. My chest hurts because I don’t want to see him standing there like that. I don’t want to treat him like this, leaving him behind. But at this moment, unfortunately, I have no other choice. So, I try to organize my thoughts and concentrate on the upcoming conversation with my husband.