Page 28 of Beg for Death
Ezra turned and his gaze held weight that seemed to suck all the air out of my lungs. I wanted to go to him. To sit close enough that our bodies touched. I would be so good and stay out of hisway, but I wanted to be right up under him. For the past few days, he'd been letting me do just that.
"I thought I told you to go to your room," Ezra said. His face had a few specs of blood splattered over his cheekbones where his beard didn't reach and over the bridge of his nose. His shirt was no better. He held his hands up with a knife in one and the other was already covered in blood. "Go before you take his place."
My body reacted before my brain even registered what I was doing. I took a step forward instead. The smell of blood and seeing someone split open on the floor was horrifying. But when I thought about how Camreon treated me our entire relationship, I could stomach it a bit more.
"I can't sleep without you."
Ezra shook his head at me like I said something crazy but it was true. There was no comfort like having Ezra's cut body underneath me. The way his hands always found their way to squeeze either an ass cheek or a love handle made me feel nothing but pure desire.
"I'm busy. You will have to get over it."
I chewed the inside of my cheek, contemplating my next move. "I didn't take my medicine."
Ezra's brows dipped and the frown on his face made me want to take it back. "Why the hell not? Are you trying to piss me off?"
I knew he cared.
Something in me eased. As mean as Ezra seemed, he had this caring side to him which was why I ended up calling him daddy so easily.
"You weren't there."
Cameron wiggled away from Ezra a bit, his eyes pleading with me. "Fel?—"
Ezra's fist cocked back and he slammed his knuckles into Cameron's face. His head bounced off the floor, lifting for asecond before falling back down. Blood splattered over Ezra's knuckles and the front of Camreon's mouth. His cry was more of a mewl as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"Stop speaking to him."
A shiver of want raced down my spine and had me rocking forward. "Daddy."
Ezra's shoulders were tight and the vein on his left temple pulsated.
"What the hell do you want now?" Ezra stood up, walking away from Cameron, his hands bloody and a knife still clutched in his hand. He came toward me, and I curled my toes to keep myself from moving.
I was afraid of him but I desired him just as much.
"Ask me to let him go." Ezra brought the knife to my neck like he'd done so many times before. Even drenched in blood the effect was ingrained on my body. Need bubbled up to the surface and my cock got hard. I squirmed a little, trying to stay standing straight.
"You fucking slut. You're turned on right now." Ezra's shoulders dropped slightly as his dark brown eyes glanced down at my crotch. "What are you doing out here, Felix? You want to join in on killing him?" The excitement in his voice left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I shook my head.
"Then get the fuck away from me," he growled, turning away.
"Can I watch?" I didn't think I could bring myself to partake, not again. Just thinking about the feel of blood on my fingers made my skin crawl. But watching Ezra… that might be different.
My captor turned to stare at me. "Watch?"
I nodded. "This is something you like to do, right?"
He squinted at me, and I knew if I didn't keep pushing I was going to lose my nerve. I couldn't believe I thought this was okay. This wasn't like asking someone to watch them work on cars.
Or maybe it was?
Ezra was killing someone. Someone I knew, at that.
I swallowed. "I don't have the same interest, but I know how to cheer or I guess show support. Even if I don't physically want to participate."
The silence that filled the room was cut short.
