Page 17 of Beg for Death
Ezra's brows nearly kissed his hairline before they lowered again. "Why?"
I shrugged, trying to play it off like I didn't care, but I did. Before I was desperate to know why this was happening to me, but now I just wanted to understand a bit more. Maybe know something about my captor that I hadn't before.
He stepped into the space, closing the distance between us until he stood nearly inches away. His shadow was cast over me as he tapped my forehead.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. It's between me and Jasper."
I'm pretty?
I blinked a few times, nearly missing the way he spat my father's name like it was some kind of curse.
"Okay. I mean, yes, sir."
Ezra had that look come over his face like he wasn't certain what to do with me. He turned again, and I did something stupid. I grabbed his arm. My bear fell to the ground, but I clung to my captor.
"Boy, you better let me go if you know what's good for you."
I didn't know what was good for me, but still, I dropped my hand after a few seconds of hesitation.
"Sorry… Please don't go yet."
"Debería matarlo ahora mismo."I should kill him right now. Ezra blew out a breath. "What are you, bored?"
"Yes." I nodded my head hard, my curls flopping forward. The loose curls resting on my forehead.
"Why is that my problem?"
"You did kidnap me."
The air in the room seemed to chill all at once. Ezra's gaze hardened and every bone in my body was ready to cave under him. Fear raced up my spine and twisted around my throat like a viper. An apology sat on the tip of my tongue and refused to come out.
Ezra turned fully toward me, and I braced myself for the slap to the face or the punch to the stomach. Air ceased to move from out of my lungs as I stood there.
This was it. I was going to get beaten to an inch of my life and all because I'd let my inner thoughts out. Stupid, so freaking stupid.
"You're in need of a reminder, I see." Ezra's tone was calm and soft, almost scary to a point.
I'd expected yelling or curses. I got none of it.
"A few days of me being soft on you got to your head, huh, boy?"
I shook my head but he didn't seem to really want my answer.
"Vacation is over for you. Things are going to change around here."
Vacation? This whole thing had been anything but. Pointing out that fact felt even stupider so I swallowed it down.
"Get on your knees."
I hesitated, not sure what was going to happen, but Ezra's heavy hand pushed down on my shoulder. My knees buckled and I went down. He was already taller than me but now it felt like he was towering above me.
The flutter sensation was back, and what was worse, was my cock. I logically knew I shouldn't be responding to anything my captor did to me, and yet heat blazed down my spine and wrapped around my cock. I squeezed my thighs tight, trying to hide the evidence of my body's betrayal.
Nothing went past Ezra's watchful gaze; he kicked my legs, forcing me to part them. Heat flooded my face as I was forced to show him.
"Are you hard right now?" The tip of his foot nudged my already hardening cock. "You're a whore."
If steam could come out of my ears I'd fill the room with a thick fog by now. I wanted to bury my face into the bedding and disappear. I'd made the dumb mistake of clinging onto him, and now that I had his full attention, it was mortifying. My cock twitched as pleasure twisted with the insanity already coursing through me.
