Chapter 4
Ezra POV
Every part of Ezra's body hurt. His face was numb. Swollen. His back felt like it was up in fire. He could still feel the crack of the whip against it. He could feel the deep and very painful lacerations littering his back.
Panting severely, Ezra willed his legs to work. He had to make it to the top of the stairs. He'd been gone long enough. He had to check on Aria. It even hurt to crawl, to drag his unwilling body up the stairs leading to the attic. He needed to see Aria. Aria was all he could think about. Aria's crying had just about killed him.
He knew Aria was worried about him. He had to ease her fears. Climbing the creaking steps one at a time, very slowly, Ezra thought about his beautiful sister the entire way. He craved to have her arms around him. Aria's embrace could speed up his recovery. He needed to be near her, to have her mouth touch his, and to be inside her as far as he could go. He didn't care if that meant he was sinful, twisted.
As much as grandmother had screamed at him to repent while her butler beat him mercilessly, he never uttered a word. The pain had kept him sane. The pain had grounded him. He vowed to live for Aria, for their future together. He wouldn't leave Aria alone to face these cruel-hearted people. Their mother wasn't anywhere in sight. She just left her children at the mercy of their tormentors. To Ezra, their mother was just as guilty as their grandmother and her brutal butler.
Not one for much religion, Ezra thanked the Lord above for making it to the top of the stairs. He would have died tonight. Grandmother had only ordered the butler to stop when Ezra's body quit twitching after the countless blows to his person. Grandmother had been so sure they'd killed him. For just a moment, Ezra had ceased breathing. Grandmother hadn't called for any medical assistance. Ezra's wounds went untreated.
Finding his way in the dark, Ezra searched blindly for the bedroom he'd shared with Aria. He kept moving. He couldn't slow down. He couldn't give up. He had to remain resilient. Grandmother hadn't broken his spirit. Her ruthless teachings had only made him persistent to get out of the attic with Aria by his side. They were leaving this hellish place. The prison that mocked them almost on a daily basis.
Ezra started to call out for Aria, but he couldn't make a sound. Mute. He was mute. He experimented as he opened and closed his mouth, urging himself to form words. Nothing. Silence only greeted his ears. Silence and his harsh breathing.
He didn't want Aria to see him in this condition. She couldn't see him in this condition. Knowing Aria, Ezra knew his sister would put all the blame on herself. He didn't want that. It had been his decision to kiss her, to hold her. Ezra deserved this punishment. Making a promise to himself, Ezra promised to take all the punishment aimed their way. No one would touch Aria as long as he lived.
As though Aria possess an inkling that Ezra was near, she appeared in the bedroom doorway, looking disheveled and scared. He wished he could move faster. He was desperate to reach her. He sucked in a breath when his knees started to give out on him. Crying hysterically, Aria finally registered her brother's bloody and abused body. Shaking her head before reaching out to him, Aria fell to her knees as Ezra's legs quit lending him their support.
Aria gathered Ezra into her welcoming arms, being mindful of all his injuries. She continued to cry. Aria's tears sparked Ezra's anguish. He hated to see Aria upset. He hated feeling Aria's pain. Fighting back was the only way they survived. He had to be cleverer, more
methodical. Protecting Aria was the ultimate goal.
Making sure they had a life after the attic would be Ezra's endgame. They couldn't take any more chances. He wouldn't let their grandmother nor her butler harm Aria, his lovely sister who wept while holding him close. Pulling himself up with much difficult, he shifted their bodies so that he held her. Pressing their faces together, wishing he could see her big doe-like eyes, Ezra reverently took hold of Aria's face and breathed her in. Being this close, sharing this space with her had to do for now. His body couldn't sustain another beating. Ezra healing up properly would be grandmother, mother, and the butler's downfall.
"Look what they did to your handsome face," Aria said angrily, sobbing with tremors wrecking her small, luscious frame. "I hate them. I hate them all so much, especially mother. She is the reason we're here, Ezra. She's responsible".
He knew.
Their mother had always been a loving mother until now. Did she truly despised her own children? Children she'd given birth to? She'd loved their father. Or at least Ezra assumed it. Their mother had sacrifice them in order to live happily without baggage. Ezra and Aria weren't anything but baggage to her. Throwaways.
"My face will heal up, Aria. I only wish I could stare longingly into your beautiful eyes," Ezra told her gently, stroking her face with his fingers. "I know. Our mother threw us away to the wolves in order to live freely again in society. I doubt she ever loved father or us".
Aria release a moan when her mouth brush his fingers. Kissing them one at a time, before sucking them earnestly. Her wanton mouth going all the way to the knuckle. Ezra groan, hating how he came alive under Aria's shameful act. He'd never been so needy for another girl's touch. Everything about his sister tempted him. It didn't matter that he hurt all over.
"I want that as well," Aria told him breathlessly around his finger. Aria drove Ezra insane with her mouth, tongue, and teeth. "I can't ever stop wanting you. You're everything to me. Yes, this attic is our prison and mother made it so, but I'm glad you're here with me. I'm just relieved father isn't around to see what mother is capable of".
Using all his strength, Ezra kissed Aria's lips. Their kiss was slow and sensual. Over and over, he claimed Aria's mouth and any sounds she made. His tongue danced with hers. Kissing her much deeper, Ezra nip her bottom lip which caused her to whimper and straddle his lap. Aria's arms went around his neck as she rocked against his hardness ever so carefully. Ezra could feel how hot Aria's pussy was through her thin shorts. He would come if she didn't stop grinding hard on him.
Aria's moans filled his mouth. Their kiss got sloppy as Aria fucked herself on him. His body protest from the movement. She had to stop. They had to stop. This had to be their last kiss. Their last physical contact. After this moment, they had to cut back on their intimate acts.
"We have to stop," Ezra said, rasping as he turned his head away. He took a second to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to ever refuse Aria, but they had stop wanting one another. It was wrong. "You shouldn't want me. I shouldn't want you. You're all I can think about, Aria. It's immoral to crave you sexually. I'm wicked. I crave your mouth, your touch, and your siren-like body. I want to feel my cock thrusting into your tight virgin walls. I want my cum to fill you up. I want to watch as it drips down your thighs".
Aria buried her face into his neck, feeling as their heartbeats matched in rhythm. She caught her breath, her mind working to extinguish the lust in her blood. Ezra's forbidden confession had her pussy overflowing with her juices, but she wouldn't acknowledge them.
"I know. Of course we have to stop. We should forget our desires, our impulses," Aria said as she ran her fingers over his face tenderly. "We should really clean your face and other injuries. I don't won't your wounds getting infected".
Ezra accepted Aria's help in getting to his feet. He sat down on the bed while Aria left to get the first aid kit out the bathroom. At least he wasn't bleeding internally, Ezra thought. However, he sported a couple of bruised ribs. Aria returned and begin treating all his cuts and bruises. He hiss as the alcohol soaked pads cleaned out the lashes on his back. Each laceration appearing to be extensive and red.
"Already forgotten," Ezra said with a gasp as Aria use the needle and thread to close up the wounds. Ignoring the excruciating pain, Ezra concentrated on Aria's alluring scent. She smelled good enough to eat. He could get lost in her. She calm him, her very presence nullified all the roaring anger inside him. He felt at peace. "You're good at this".
After a while of stitching him up, Aria use some kind of soothing ointment on his back. It didn't sting nor cause Ezra any discomfort. Now he wasn't in much agony like before. He would have to sleep on his stomach until his back fully healed.
"Thanks," Aria said as she kissed his shoulder. "I signed up to take a first aid class in school. I'm just happy what I learned came in handy".
Ezra was also. He knew how to administer first aid and CPR, but he couldn't perform it in his current state. His hand wasn't steady enough. He was still in shock. His nerves wasn't yet settled.
"You're welcome," Ezra said as he glanced over at her. Aria truly was a sight to behold. Incredibly beautiful and fucking tempting in every way possible. His dick ache to have her. He wanted to know what it would be like to see her riding him, feeling as she took him all the way to the halt. No. He couldn't think about that, about his little sister. Aiming for time alone, he got to his feet and headed over to the door. "You need to get some sleep. I'm going to take another shower".
Ezra plan to sleep in the living room. He didn't want to be close to temptation. Aria was Ezra's weakness. He also wouldn't be able to get any sleep. Not after all that had happened. His body sizzling with alertness. He intended to stay awake all night. He would make sure no one came up to the attic unexpectedly. Not again.
