Page 48 of Beg for Death
Ezra shoved me down, my spine slammed into the ground and the air whooshed out of my lungs. I gasped, trying to take in breath.
“What is your problem?”
“Everything,” I forced out. My voice was nothing more than a wheeze as I fought for every drop of air that came my way. I flipped him off when I couldn’t get fuck you all the way out.
“Maldito mocoso loco de remate. Debería matarte. Acabar con todo esto.”Fucking batshit insane brat. I should kill you. End this all.
A breathy chuckle slipped free, devoid of any humor. “I bet he understands everything you say. In fact, I bet when you’re both in bed together, you speak all loving like in Spanish.”
A look of pure confusion crossed over Ezra’s face.
“Don’t look so shocked. I’m not a goddamn idiot. I may be ditzy sometimes but even I can figure out what’s really going on here.”
Ezra snorted a real-life snort as he pulled back a little, balancing a knife between his fingers. “You do? Fucking enlighten me with what’s going on in that basket case head of yours.”
“You’re using me to get to my dad.” All the air in my lungs evaporated as I waited for Ezra to say that it wasn’t true. That I’d made it all up in my head.
I waited and waited and nothing. He didn’t deny it, he just hovered over me, flipping the knife. The silence cut deep.
“And what if I am?” he asked.
His response gutted me. I couldn’t hold them in anymore. Tears burned the back of my eyes as they broke free. Why couldn’t anyone love me? Why couldn’t anyone want me?
“S-s-so what.” The laugh that came from me sounded far more broken than any cry I'd ever let out. Maybe because this time I really thought I had someone. I covered my face as I fell back to the ground.
Ezra grabbed at my arms, tugging them away. If he wanted to see the light leave my eyes, he was too late. He didn’t need the knife in his hands to do it. He was already doing it.
“Why him?” I asked. It could have been anyone but him.
“Why do you give a fuck?”
How could I not? My father was going to take Ezra away from me. “You wouldn't understand it.”
“Why don’t you try telling me,” Ezra argued.
Tears choked me up as I shook my head. What did he mean, protect? All I wanted was Ezra.
“I’ve been planning this well before any of this shit started happening, and I plan to get my revenge one way or another.” Ezra’s voice was laced with agitation as he pulled at the short black strands on top of his head.
“Go be with him then. Why involve me at all?”
Ezra slowly looked down at me, his mouth open. “What? Jodido idiota.”You fucking idiot.He shook his head as he moved down my body. The knife came down and the sound of fabric tearing filled my ears. It drowned out any of the Spanish he was rapidly firing off. Every piece of clothing on my body fell away and scattered on the ground. I was left in only his boots.
I froze in place, confused. Did he still want me? Why? Was this pity because I was crying? I had so many questions but I was too fucking scared to ask them.
“Even now you’re a whore for me.” Ezra flicked my semihard cock.
I shook my head in denial. My body had become his but he was only gearing up to throw me away.
“No?” He glanced down at my body, a smirk on his too handsome face. “Then why are you getting hard?” He hit my cock again.
Pleasure and pain made me dizzy. I whimpered as I rolled over. The fact he let me made my heart hurt even more. I scrambled to my knees, not caring as the twigs and dirt scraped against my flesh.
“Running again?” He was on me and shoved my head down, gripping my hips. “Haven’t you learned you can’t escape me?”
I used to think that was the best feeling, but right now, it felt like shit. Tears streaked down my face. “Why?”
“You’re mine.”
