Page 29 of Run of Ruin

“Is this how Ezra touched you?” Zaffir asked. My head shot up, and my fingers stilled.

“What-” I began. Suddenly worry was all I could feel, even above the cresting pleasure.

“Did he press his thick fingers into your greedy cunt, Brexlyn?” he asked, tilting his head and darkening his eyes. It wasn’t anger or jealousy in his gaze. It was heat. And I think I liked it.

“Yes,” I answered softly.

“Did he make you come all over his hand?” he asked, his voice wavering slightly, telling me that he didn’t have quite as strong a hold on his control as he’d want me to believe.

“Yes, he did,” I replied. The worry slipped away, replaced again by the overwhelming sensation of my fingers and the memories his words were eliciting.

“Show me how he fucked you,” he ordered and my pussy clenched with his dirty words. God, what were these people doing to me?

I slid another finger inside and rolled my head back as I slammed them into me while rolling my clit with the other hand.

“Hmm.. two fingers?” Zaffir noted. “And he paid attention to your clit? Good boy,” he praised and even though it wasn’t directed to me, I felt it in my entire body.

I heard him let out a soft groan and when I lifted my head to look at him, I saw that he had his cock out and was running it through his hand. I bit my lip to stop from begging him to let me taste it. Or feel it replacing my fingers deep inside of me. As much as I was lost in this moment, I couldn’t forget who he was. I couldn’t go that far.

“Do you think you can come before I do, Brexlyn?” he challenged, breathlessly.

I nodded. Feeling my body already reaching the peakagain, desperate for release that’s been interrupted a few times already.

“Show me,” he ordered, as his hand worked his cock faster. I watched him closely, my eyes glued to his pleasure as I slammed into my pussy, imagining it was his cock that was reaching those dark desperate parts of me.

I felt the orgasm build and build, until I erupted, my core soaking my hand as I rode out the explosive release. I heard Zaffir curse under his breath as he came too, and I watched as his thick hard cock twitched with release.

There were a few quiet moments in the aftermath, and for the briefest of seconds, all I felt was pure pleasure, bliss even, but it was fleeting. It slipped away as quickly as it came, replaced by the sharp sting of shock and overwhelming embarrassment. I pressed my thighs together, my body tense, and sat up, unable to meet his eyes. I turned my gaze away from him, trying to regain control over my chaotic breathing.

What had just happened? How had I let myself fall into this with someone from Praxis?

I felt his presence before I saw him, his warmth wrapping around me, swallowing me whole. He approached quietly, and his fingers brushed my chin, tilting my head up so that I had no choice but to meet his soft, honeyed gaze. “Tell me where you just went,” he whispered, his voice a gentle command.

“Y-You’re…” I faltered, my throat tight, the words getting stuck. “You’re Praxis.”

His expression softened, and I saw something almost painful flicker across his face. His thumb caressed my lower lip, and for a moment, I almost gave in, wanting to dip my tongue out to taste him. But I stayed still, watching him instead.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice heavy with something I couldn’t place.

A slow sigh escaped him, like he was fighting with himself, and then, without another word, he turned and left the room.

What was I doing?

I collapsed back onto the bed, my arms folding across my eyes in an attempt to block out the confusion swirling in my mind.

I was getting distracted, and I couldn’t afford that, not now, not with the trials starting tomorrow. I had to survive. I had to find a way to help my brother. The last thing I needed were the burning gazes of handsome, confusing men clouding my thoughts. But with a memory like mine, I knew I wouldn’t forget any of it anytime soon.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

Ezra

The scentof her lingered on my skin and the taste of her was still there on my tongue as I drifted into a restless sleep. Zaffir had interrupted us, and I was desperate to continue what we’d started. I wanted to sink my cock into her wet heat and claim her as mine. Which was not only a terrifying thought, but a dangerous one.

There were real threats heading our way, and soon enough, our entire lives would be broadcast to all of Nexum. The TV in the room I’d been assigned was the only source of entertainment, sitting on the far end of the house from where Bex slept. The room next to hers had already been claimed, something the smug, red-headed asshole had no problem reminding me of more than once before we both retreated into our respective rooms for the night.

I found myself watching the coverage of the welcome ball for a while, and as Zaffir had predicted, and planned, there was plenty of intrigue surrounding my connection with Bex. Thescreen flashed to moments I couldn’t erase from my mind, me whispering something to her and her skin flushing in response, the way I held her hand as we walked, how I kept her close in the limo, the protectiveness I showed as I danced with her across the ballroom. That was the narrative Zaffir had crafted with his edits, and it was exactly the story they were devouring.

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