Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Kindra

H e demands I undress as soon as the villa door closes behind us, and I'm happy to obey. I yank off my shirt, and my shorts and panties come off next. My clothes are pretty much melting off me at this point. His clothes don't hold up much better, and we're both butt-ass naked in less than thirty seconds.

His hands slide down my body, hanging up on every roll before passing lower. He grips my ass and digs into my flesh as he pulls me into him and picks me up again. I've never felt small in someone's arms, and as a big girl, I never thought I would, but he holds me up without a breath of difficulty as he beats back my insecurities.

He steps forward until my back meets the wall, then pins my hands above my head, keeping me in place as he kisses me. Honestly, if he dropped me right now, I wouldn't even be mad.

His mouth eases away from mine. "Relax, love. You won't fall. I'm not going to drop you. Just get ready to hang on to whatever you can grab."

I can't even react before he lowers me onto his cock. A feral sound leaves both our lips, as if our bodies were equally desperate for each other.

Ezra drops my hands, and I drape them over his shoulders. My fingers interlace behind his neck. He lifts and lowers me until my eyes are crossed, and I no longer care if he drops me. If I die, I die.

"We can't keep doing this," I say through a moan.

"Doing what, love?"

"Fuck me like it's the last time," I whisper.

"It won't be. But I'll still fuck you like I'll never see you again," he growls.

How can his words hammer my clit like this? I'm already close to coming, but then I get an idea.

"If I'll never see you again, can we play out a little kink of mine?" I ask.

Ezra stops bouncing me on his dick. "Does it involve the Priest-Exorciser Five Thousand?"

Heat flushes my cheeks as humiliating core memories are unlocked. The vibration. The priest. While I'm lost in the throes of my own embarrassment, I figure it can't hurt to pile on more.

I've never shared this kink with anyone else. It's strange, to say the least, so I've only indulged solo while fantasizing about a second party. While I'm sure Ezra will make jokes about it at some point, it's a small price to pay to bring my fantasy to life.

"I want you to take a bath with me," I blurt before I can change my mind.

He lowers my feet to the floor. "That's tame compared to what we've already done."

"I'm not finished." I take a deep breath. "I want you to wash me up."

"Oh, I'm loving where this is?—"

"And then I want you to drown me."

He blinks and looks down at me. "Pardon me, I think I misheard you. I thought you said you want me to drown you." He chuckles awkwardly because we both know that's what I said.

"Don't kink shame me, Ezra. I didn't say shit when you wanted to truss me up like a goddamn Christmas goose."

"Okay, fair, but how does one figure out they want to be drowned? Is it by accident, or...?"

"If you must know, I masturbated a lot as a teenager. We didn't have one of those fancy shower heads you could pull down and press between your legs until you collapse, so I had to settle for the tub's faucet."

"And how did this translate to drowning?"

"The house was older, and the drains were shit. As the water slowly rose, it was a race against getting off or accidentally unaliving myself. Thus, a kink was born."

"And what am I supposed to do while I'm...um, while I'm drowning you?"

He's really struggling with this, but at least he isn't laughing me off or telling me no.

"You just have to fuck me," I say. "Fuck me and hold me under."

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "I always said I'd try anything once, but maybe not this."

"Don't you trust yourself to let me up for air? I trust you." The moment it comes out, I know it's true. I trust him. And I might die because of it.

He pulls me into him and kisses the top of my head. "Let's run a bath."

Ezra's cock goes flaccid as he walks me toward the bathroom. The wall-to-wall tubs in these villas are massive, leaving plenty of room for both of us. We draw a hot bath, and I climb inside.

Ezra gets in behind me and pulls me against him as he kneels to grab the shampoo. He washes my hair, his fingers lacing through the wet strands. He's hard again, and I'm glad to feel that stiffness against my spine.

Next, he washes my body, cleaning every curve with dedication and admiration. Little compliments slip from his lips.

"God, you're so perfect."

"Your skin is so soft."

I mentally preen under his attention as I anticipate what's to come.

I sit up on my knees and let his hands drop between my legs. With his cock rubbing against my ass, I bend over for him, and he pushes inside me. I grab both sides of the tub as my nipples sink beneath the waterline. I'm so close to the surface that my heavy exhale ripples the water. Excitement creeps up my spine.

"Drown me," I say.

His hand moves up my back and stops at the back of my head. A killer never hesitates, yet he can't bring himself to do it. But I need this.

"Don't think about it like drowning me," I say. "Instead of drowning, think of it as holding me underwater."

"So . . . drowning you."

Frustrated, I try to sit up, but he thrusts into me and holds me in place.

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, and I'm not done fucking you yet." He wraps my hair around his hand. "We can't use a safe word, but we at least need a safe gesture. Something you can do to let me know you need air if I hold you down for too long."

"We don't need?—"

"That's my rule. You want to be held underwater while I rail your pretty pussy, and I want a safe gesture. If you need me to pull you up, hold up a fist. Do you understand?"

I nod.

"Tell me you understand."

"I understand. I'll raise a fist if I need you to back off."

"Good girl."

"Are you going to keep your glasses on?"

"Do you want a blind man to watch for your life saving hand gesture, or...?"

He stops thrusting, leans forward, and pushes my face beneath the water. A dark emptiness surrounds me, and the world goes silent. The oxygen in my lungs begins to dissipate. Depleting. Depleting. But he's not fucking me. He's literally just drowning me without doing the other steps.

I hold up a fist, and he pulls me out of the water.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

I suck in a deep breath and swipe water from my eyes. "Is this like when you rub your belly and pat your head? You can't drown me and fuck me at the same time?"

He thrusts into me, knocking me forward and dipping my chin below the water. He pushes my head down again, and this time, I get both parts of the action I need.

My hand goes between my legs, and I rub my clit while my lungs start to scream for air. But I won't give up. I want this orgasm more than I want to breathe.

Unfortunately, my body doesn't get the memo. My faithful right hand drives steady circles over my clit, but my deceitful left hand joins my legs in an underwater struggle. Fighting against impending death is part of the thrill, but Ezra doesn't realize this and pulls me up.

"I didn't. ..make a fist," I say through coughs and gasps.

"You were actually drowning!" he says, though I have to give him a few bonus points because he keeps pile-driving his cock into me.

"That's...part of it. Don't let me up unless I give the?—"

I'm thrust under the water again without time to gasp for a final breath. The clock starts ticking, but I have less time now. I furiously work my clit as he fucks me senseless.

Without warning, he pulls me up again. "Do you like me inside you as you drown, pet?" he asks.

I whimper out a yes before I'm pushed under the water again. This is more like it. He's losing his grip on his reservations and really going for it, and as the risk of death intensifies, so does the pleasure between my legs.

I grind against every thrust of his powerful hips, chasing my pleasure. I moan in my mind, unable to release the sounds trying so hard to free themselves from my throat. My lungs won't part with an ounce of scarce air.

Darkness encroaches on the edges of my vision as my chest begins to burn. I'm losing consciousness, and if that happens, I can't hold up a fist to stop him. It's the one thing neither of us considered when setting up the safe gesture, and I'm fucking glad. It's just the push I need.

My lips spread against my will, letting my mouth fill with water as I come. I hope and pray to the gods that he doesn't pull me up. It'll ruin my orgasm.

I swallow water, gulping liquid into my stomach instead of air into my lungs. It's just enough to trick my body into relaxing, so I allow myself another millisecond before I raise a weak fist above the water.

I'm a coughing, satisfied mess as he snatches me back by my hair and finishes inside me while I'm still spasming around him.

He sits down, and I turn to face him. He pulls me onto his lap and we both stretch our legs.

"We have got to stop this," I finally say into his neck.

"We don't have to do any such thing."

Now that I'm not just thinking with my vagina, I need to remind both of us why I'm here. "I have a mission, Ezra. I have to find my brother's killer. I need to focus. And I can't focus with you in the picture."

He places a kiss on my head. After a few moments, he says, "I promise I'll help you find his killer. Two sets of eyes are better than one."

It's a nice gesture, but he fails to see the problem with his plan. "Unless the Abattoir Adonis lives in my vagina, I don't think we'll find much of anything if we try to do this together."

He begins to chuckle. "You're looking at it the wrong way. The sex is just a nice bonus we can enjoy after a hard day of hunting for clues."

A sigh escapes my chest. "That would be nice, but I don't know how it's possible."

"Just give it a try," he says.

I want to, but the risk of developing feelings for this man is the one risk I'm not willing to take. It's bad enough that I'm beginning to care about Cat. Caring about two people will occupy too much of my time.

But with his naked body glued to mine, I come to the most horrifying revelation. How did I not realize? How did I miss it before this moment when it's been in front of me all along?

I can't stop myself from developing feelings for Ezra because it's already happened.

I'm falling for him.