Page 173 of Merciless Obsession

My eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of my head. I lapped my juices from the handle and sucked. Ezra played with my lower lips, alternating between teasing them and my clit. It felt like the heat had been maxed out in the room. My head spun and my mind went blank.

“Thatta girl. So beautiful. You love having that pretty little mouth filled, don’t you?” I moaned at his sultry tone. He slowly pulled the handle out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, allowing it to drag over it.

My side ached slightly, but the pleasure I was feeling right now overpowered it. Ezra eyed Wilma, almost as if he was jealous. His top lip curled and his eyes narrowed before he slid his attention to my face. With his hands still on my cheeks, he crushed his mouth into mine, kissing me hungrily. His tongue circled my mouth and dragged across the roof.

I wanted to touch him. “Untie me,” I begged against his mouth and yanked.

“No,” he growled, biting my bottom lip. One of his hands brushed over each of my wounds. “Can’t believe someone had the nerve to hurt my masterpiece. Don’t they know I’m the only one who’s allowed to mark you.” He nuzzled my neck and bit down hard.

I jumped.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the drugs or because it had been a while but everything felt ten times more sensitive.

Ezra moved down my body, licking, sucking, and biting roughly, marking me, not leaving an inch untouched, just like his text said.

When he brought his head back up, the way he stared at me from under heavy lids was like metal to a magnet. I was unable to break my eyes away from him.

Circling his hand around my neck, he lowered his mouth just inches from mine. I tried to kiss him but he moved his head back. A soft whine left my lips. I had cum three times already and it felt like I was on the verge of doing it again. Every part of me felt woke and alive.

“You saw my darkness.” His breathy words made me quiver. “You accepted it and now you can never escape me.You. Are. Mine.” Each word he made sure to say slowly, with emphasis. Through sickness.” He pecked my lips. “And health. Through better.” Another peck. “And for worse.” One last kiss this time, allowing it to linger. “Till death do us part.”

His words had my brain frazzled. I wanted to question them but my breath caught when he grabbed my leg that had the foot cast and wasn’t tied, wrapped it around his waist, and pushed inside me.

The air felt electrifying.

My body buzzed.

It felt like my soul had left my body and had no intention of returning. This was exactly what I needed. A sense of normality. To be the prey chased by the hungry lion. I knew I should probably be taking it easy, but I ignored all logic as I succumbed to the paralyzing world of ecstasy.

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Ezra

“I still can’t believe your family owns a private jet,” Ziora exclaimed, sitting on the bed of our hotel room. “Actually I can believe it after seeing your parents’ house and family’s lifestyle, but I can’t believeIwas on it.”

“Technically, my parents have a jet, but my padre surprised my mom with a trip to Aspen for the weekend, so I had to charter one instead.”

With a smirk on my face, I felt my heart swell at the tired smile on her face. After the night we shared, I didn’t let her sleep before having her shower and calling a car to take us to where the plane I chartered was waiting.

“I told you I wanted to take a trip to celebrate, and since I still have Orlando’s case to deal with, I had to make it something quick, at least for now.” I walked to the window and pulled the blinds open. “So welcome to Vegas. The city of sin.” My smile heightened.

“I wasn’t expecting Vegas to be your city of choice.”

Walking away from the window, I approached the bed, leaned down, and grabbed her left hand, bringing it to my mouth and kissing the ring.

“I have my reasons.” A suspicious look passed on her face.

“And those are?”

Licking my lips, I released her hand and grabbed the bottom of my sweater, pulling it over my head.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

The past three weeks had been hell for Ziora, not to mention the past three months had been nothing but trying to find out about The Veil. I made sure, after leaving the family farmhouse, to plan a weekend she would never forget. Preparing her old townhouse was just the beginning. I decided it could still be beneficial to us and Ziora agreed. She was supposed to be refraining from strenuous activities, but I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Now we had twenty-four hours in Vegas and I planned to make every minute count.

Ziora yawned and rubbed her wrist. My dick twitched seeing the marks from the ties I had on them just hours before. The photos I got for my room were picturesque.