In Dreams – Darkly Ever After Read Online Mila Crawford

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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
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Chapter 7

Dariyus

(Present Day)

I love Ezra. I hate seeing how he’s broken from the violence he was born into. His world is full of demons, and instead of running from them, he’s become one so they can’t hurt him.

I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around his hard chest. He hates it when I try to be affectionate with him. But the blade in my hand tells me that even now, any affection he gets from me is bound to be laced with pain.

He and Malachi prefer it when the darkness I hold at bay slips. Especially Malachi. Kindness to them is a trick, a way of manipulating them, something to make them weak. But then that’s expected when your parents never showed you any emotion but rage.

On the other hand, I had two loving parents, a father who would do anything for us and a mother who loved us so fiercely that my sister and I thought we were the center of the world. My rage didn’t come from my blood but from people like Ezra and Briar’s family.

“Give me what I need, Dariyus,” Ezra growls.

I pull on his dark hair and slam his head against the wall. “You want me to fuck you like you mean nothing? To punish you for all the things you’ve done and will do. To show you no mercy?”

“Yes,” he pants.

I swipe the tip of the blade down the side of his torso, drawing with it a faint trail of blood.

“More,” Ezra pleads.

I push the blade in further, careful not to puncture any of his organs. “Is this what you want, Ezra?”

He grunts as his hips thrust back and forth, fucking my cock with his ass and Briar’s mouth with his cock. “Fuck. I needed that.”

“You’re not done yet.” I push him to his knees and stare as he presses his tongue through the hole and licks his cum from Briar’s mouth.

I fist my cock and pump my hand up and down as they swap the cum. The sight of the two of them swapping the thick liquid back and forth has my cock hard all over again.

Ezra pulls away from the wall and stands before turning to me. His eyes twinkle as he holds out his tongue with the cum sitting right on the tip. Before I can even think about it, I slam him against the wall and cover his mouth with mine. My eyes shut as his salty flavor works its way across my taste buds. My tongue wrestles with his as I swipe every bit from him.

He smirks when we break apart. “I’m tongue fucking it out from her cunt first.”

My hand works its way around the back of his head, and I yank him back by his hair. “You’ll do what I tell you to do.”

Ezra growls, sounding more like an animal than a man. He works his leg around mine, making me lose my balance, and we fall to the floor. He straddles me, his cock pressing against mine. “You seem to think I’m a little bitch cause I let you fuck my ass.”

He moves up my body until the tip of his dick presses against my lips. “Be a good boy and open wide so Daddy can skull fuck his little bitch.”

One large hand wraps around my neck while he pinches my nostrils, forcing my mouth open to get air. As soon as my lips part, he shoves his cock down my throat, making me gag.

“I’m in control, Dariyus.”

Ezra presses down on my forehead, a firm grip to hold me in place. I allow him to glide his cock deep in my throat, not because he is stronger than me or because I fear him. I allow Ezra his moment of power because I care for him, and it’s what he needs.

Ezra is a product of his environment. He hasn’t completely broken out of the society that raised him, trained him, and indoctrinated him. He’s in that state of limbo, two dueling sides of himself, one fighting for what he wants and the other wanting to impose what he’s been taught onto others.

I understand men like Ezra’s father well. I’ve run from men like Malachi’s father. Men like them made me cry like a child, hunted and shamed me as a young man. These are the same men who saw my mother as property, who lied about God to control women like her. They twisted books meant for peace to imprison the innocent and executed my dad. So the irony of falling in love with their children is not lost on me. Maybe I need the power exchange between us to balance the trauma of my past and the torture of my present.

Ezra pulls away from me, his eyes shrouded with lust and vengeance. I’m not sure which he’ll unleash, and that’s part of the attraction.



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