Free The Hunter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Page B

Hell.
    “I…” Yeah, how do you follow that up?
    “Let’s not forget who’s been chasing whom for years as if they were in perpetual state of heat, you horny fucker. And your outburst still doesn’t answer my initial question. What the fuck are you talking about?” Marcus silently stares me down until I want to drop to my knees. I’ve avoided Ezra since he started this stupid BDSM training. I’d forgotten who Ezra had gotten the idea from. Marcus is wicked scary right now- his training is showing.
    “You sent Ezra to that man so that Ezra would find what he was looking for. You’ve never thought I was good enough for Ezra. Now you’ve hand-picked someone for your son. You’ve always lusted after Ezra, and it’s gross.” I shove Marcus in the chest with my sore hand and cringe when it makes contact. The fucker doesn’t even budge from my efforts, not even an inch.
    Marcus stares me down with his fiery eyes until I can’t stand it. Hell, I can’t stand at all. I drop to my knees and I don’t understand why. I look up to Marcus in confusion as he smiles smugly at me. “Hmmm… That’s never going to get old,” he wickedly purrs with an edge of pure evil. 
    “It’ll get old for the rest of us- fucking fast,” I disrespectfully mumble, and cringe into the floor when Marc’s stare turns into a blinding glare. He softly chuckles, a warm happy sound that makes me shiver.
    “Now that you’ re under control,” Marcus arrogantly praises himself while patting the top of my head. “I will answer your allegations. For the last fucking time, I do not want my son in that way. You’re a jealous piece of shit, Cortez. And I know what you’re really jealous of, so knock that shit off. Now, what happened that has you so upset?” Marcus sits back in his favorite chair in our living room and patiently waits.
    Through no thought of my own, I crawl towards Marcus on my hands and knees, following the imaginary track of a path he creates with his line of sight. When Marcus’ eyes land near his bare feet, it’s where I put myself. I whimper for some unknown reason when Marc’s hand affectionately grazes my hair. I lean into his touch, hungering for more… more what I have no idea. Acceptance, maybe.
    “A small bastard you call a cousin was fucking Ezra when I went to see him. Dexter had Ezra bent over some kind of torture table and Ezra was loving it, groaning and grunting.” I hiss it out and glare. I want to curl up in a ball and bawl my eyes out, and then die of humiliation and heartbreak. I feel raw and torn apart inside.
    I can’t… I couldn’t do that for Ezra so he found someone who would. I just can’t. It was the first time I’ve ever seen Ezra with someone we didn’t share, and that was only Faith. We both loved her so it didn’t count. Well, it didn’t count until they betrayed me. But I never thought in my wildest imaginings that Ezra would betray me with another man- ever.
    Marcus looks down at me in disbelief with utter shock written across his face. He goes to speak and shakes his head instead. He does this over and over a few times before he finally formulates a reply. “Are you sure?”
    I make an inarticulate sound in the back of my throat and clench my fists. “Like I wouldn’t know what my man’s ass looks like from behind, are you fucking kidding me? Ezra looked at me while he got pounded, and then spoke to me when he realized I was in the room with them.”
    “Fuck,” Marcus sighs out as he runs his fingers through his black ringlets out of sheer frustration. I want to rip the hair out for him.
    “I’m surprised. I sent Ezra to my cousin, whom I trained, and I sent him to Dexter because he is straight. Dexter has never had a thought of being with a man.”
    “Well, Dexter sure as shit is thinking about it now,” I snidely hiss, and follow it up with a tortured sob.
    “ I thought it was safer than being with me. You know how Ezra can be very inappropriate,” Marcus