Page 81 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

Z iora

I finished applying lotion to my arms when my phone vibrated, gaining my attention. I paused and shifted my eyes over. A smile played on my lips as I picked it up and clicked the text.

Lovable Psycho

I see you got my gift. It looks good on you.

Lifting my eyes, I stared out the window. The flash of a camera went off across the street, causing my stomach to tingle.

Me

Are you ever going to show yourself to me?

Placing my phone down, I ran my hand down my chest and lightly brushed over my stitches. I was trying to stay out of my head when it came to the new scars that covered my body.

The full moon stood tall in the night sky.

The street had a few cars coming and going, and a couple walking their dog passed my house.

It was peaceful. The most peace I’d felt in a long time.

Inhaling the amber vanilla from the burning candle, I turned, putting my ass to the window.

With the red, matching thong, my bare ass was on full display.

My eyes wandered around my old bedroom. Ezra ended up having my old bedroom set moved back for us to have some fun.

Picking my vibrating phone back up, I giggled at the text. First it was a picture of me from behind.

Your ass looks great, but it’ll look even better with my teeth imprinted in it.

I bit down on my bottom lip and squeezed my legs together.

It had been too long since we’d played like this and I didn’t know what Ezra had in mind.

All he told me was he wanted to play and to shower when he pulled up to my townhouse.

I was surprised when I walked upstairs to see my bedroom put back together.

Everything else was still gone, but this room was like nothing was ever moved.

Why hide? Are you scared to show yourself?

A shiver shot up my spine, causing me to glance over my shoulder. Although I couldn’t see Ezra, I could feel his eyes on me, even from across the street. It caused fireworks to explode in my belly and shoot up to my chest. My heart slammed into my ribcage as if it was trying to escape my body.

Oh Bumblebee, only one of us should be afraid and it isn’t me.

Can you feel my eyes on you? Do you wish my hands were on your warm, silky, sensitive skin? I can’t wait to get my hands on you and see you in my ropes. I plan on tasting every inch of you until you’re a blubbering mess.

A moan fell from my mouth and I swallowed thickly. A pulse beat between my thighs. My juices drenched my thong and seeped onto my inner thighs.

*Picture attachment*

My breath caught. I didn’t know how he managed to do it, but the photo of me was a closeup of my face, the need and desire clear. My cheeks were flushed and my eyelids were heavy. Even with the newly added scars, Ezra chose to still see the beauty in me.

Such a beautiful masterpiece. It’s hard always watching you from the shadows.

My teeth scraped across my bottom lip.

Then come and show yourself.

In due time, my Little Bee.

My heart skipped and my stomach did cartwheels.

I turned and hobbled to my bed, grabbing the toy there and making my way back to the window.

I kept my eyes locked on the townhouse across the street and brushed it across my lips, sticking my tongue out and sucking it slowly.

Closing my eyes, I sucked hungrily, imagining it was Ezra’s heavy length in my mouth.

I sighed around the toy. My body heated with lust. Pulling it away from my mouth, I slowly dragged it down, tracing the outline of my breasts, then lowering until it found my sensitive clit.

Hitting the side button, my body shuddered at the sensation.

Swiping my tongue across my lips, I slowly lifted the corners of my mouth and lowered my eyes.

My head went back as I moved the tip up and down.

My body wasn’t a hundred percent. I still had a cast and my breathing gave me issues sometimes, but none of that mattered to me right now.

Sex was empowering to me and I missed the sensual pleasure and clear mind it brought.

Curling my toes, shocks blazed through my veins and my mouth fell open in a silent gasp. My chest rose and fell a bit quicker. My juices dripped down my upper legs.

Panting heavily, I blew a kiss at the window before turning and going to my bed. There was one more part of the night I was looking forward to. The thought of it made me jittery inside. I was ready to feel like myself again and tonight was the night to do it.

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A soft whimper fell from my lips as something hard and girthy moved in and out of my pussy. My eyes moved under my closed lids. My body was still lax and groggy from the half of an Ambien I took. A warm mouth covered my breast, tongue going across my nipple.

Arching my chest upward, I shifted but was stuck in place. Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked a few times to come out of the haze I was in. I attempted to move my arms, but they were restrained.

“What?” I mumbled.

My mouth felt dry, my tongue heavy.

“Ah,” I cried when the hardness was pushed deeper inside me.

“How does it feel, Bumblebee?” a deep, throaty voice growled. His tongue dragged up and circled around where my stitches once were before sucking on the flesh above it. “How does it feel to fuck Wilma?”

Still feeling the effects of the drug, I sluggishly lifted my head and squinted.

“What the fuuuuckkkk!” I moaned as my stomach clenched and my body trembled.

“Does she feel better than my dick? You should see the pictures I got of her inside you while you lay unconscious and tied up.” He bit into my neck, causing me to jerk. I choked out a gasp and his other hand went to my hypersensitive clit.

“Does she?” He bit harder.

My thoughts were slow. It took me a couple seconds to gather my words and process what he asked. I got déjà vu from when Ezra kidnapped me in the beginning and used the same handle now inside me to fuck my mouth.

“No,” I hissed as he pulled Wilma’s handle out of me. My vision was growing clearer. He brought it up and studied it. The end of it was a bit thicker than the rest of it, but it was still solid and wide.

Ezra grabbed the bottom of my cheeks and squeezed.

“Your freckles show so much more when your skin is red and flustered. Fuck, it made my dick so fucking hard.” Ezra brushed Wilma’s handle across my lips.

Sticking my tongue out, I flicked it and circled the bottom.

Ezra squeezed harder and pushed the handle into my mouth.

“Damnit,” he rasped. The darkened, ravenous, hunger-filled stare he cast on me caused an uncontrollable bonfire to light inside me, my heartrate to increase, and every atom inside me to skyrocket. “Now every time I kill, the hard on I get will be because of more than just using her to take a life.”

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 believe I was 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.”