I’m His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 4

Ezra’s POV

Skye was driving me f*****g insane. My daughter’s best friend, just turned twenty, and every single move she made had my c**k aching like I was some horny teenager again. I locked myself in my office right after I dragged her out of the surveillance room, slamming the door behind me.

But the cameras didn’t lie. One feed showed her in her bedroom, slowly peeling off her top. Those full t**s came into view, n*****s hard and begging for attention. I sat there staring, hand already inside my pants.

I stroked myself twice that afternoon, coming hard both times while watching her, and still I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her perfect little body, that sly smile, the way she pressed against me—it was all I could think about.

I tried to focus on work emails, but my mind kept drifting back to how wet she’d been when I felt her against me. This was bad. Really bad. She was Zoey’s best friend, way too young, and I had enough s**t in my life without adding this kind of trouble. But my c**k didn’t care about any of that. It just wanted to be inside her.

That evening Zoey brought a bunch of friends over for some party by the pool. The music was loud, there were lights strung up everywhere, and drinks were flowing. I stayed on the edge, nursing a whiskey, trying to keep my distance.

Then I saw him. That prick Blake Reed, the son of one of my business associates. He was a blond surfer type with too much attitude, and he kept touching Skye’s arm, laughing too loudly, and staring straight at her t**s like he had any right. Jealousy burned hotly in my gut. I wanted to rip his hands off and throw him in the ocean. Who the hell did he think he was?

Skye knew exactly what she was doing. She caught my eye across the pool and gave me that sweet, dangerous smile. Then she “accidentally” dropped her towel right in front of me.

She bent over slowly, ass practically in my face, that tiny bikini bottom riding up so I could see the smooth curve of her p***y lips. My c**k strained hard against my shorts, throbbing painfully. I gripped my glass tighter, knuckles turning white.

“Oops,” she said softly, looking back at me over her shoulder while she picked up the towel. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew I was watching. She knew I was hard.

Blake came up behind her and put his hand on her waist. “Hey, beautiful, let’s go dance.”

She laughed and let him pull her away, but not before shooting me another look that said she’d rather be dancing with me. I stayed put, jaw clenched, watching them move together. Every time his hands wandered too low on her back, my blood boiled hotter.

This girl was going to be the death of me.

Later on, the party moved inside and the beach cleared out. I needed air, so I walked down to the private beach. The moonlight made the sand glow, waves crashing softly in the background. I thought I was alone until I saw her.

Skye stood there by the water, moonlight shining on her skin, that tiny bikini still on. She looked like some kind of temptation sent to break me.

I couldn’t stop myself. I walked straight up to her, grabbed her chin hard with my fingers, forcing her to look up at me. Her lips parted, breath coming quick.

“You’re going to ruin me,” I growled, voice so husky.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I kissed her. It was rough. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She moaned against me and rubbed her p***y right against my thigh, grinding slowly like she was needy.

My hands slid down and squeezed her ass, pulling her closer so she could feel how hard my c**k was. I ground against her, the thin fabric of her bikini the only thing between us. She was soaked through, her wetness coating my thigh as she rocked against me.

“f**k, you’re dripping for me,” I muttered against her lips, squeezing her ass harder.

She whimpered and kissed me back just as hungry, her hands grabbing at my shirt like she wanted it off.

We were losing control fast. My c**k throbbed, pressed tightly against her stomach. I wanted to rip that bikini off, bend her over the sand, and f**k her until she screamed my name.

The age gap, my daughter sleeping just up at the villa, and how improper this whole situation was should have stopped me. But right then, none of it mattered. Only her soft moans and the way her body fit against mine did.

Just then, my phone rang loudly, cutting through the night like a knife. I pulled back, breathing heavily, and glanced at the screen. It was Ivy, my assistant. She sounded panicked when I answered.

“Ezra, Celine just landed on the island. She says she has proof—real proof about your dead partner. She’s demanding to see you right now. This is bad.”

Cold dread hit me hard. Celine, my vengeful ex. The one who could destroy everything with one phone call or leaked document. I’d thought I left that mess behind, but she always found a way back.

I hung up quickly and looked at Skye. Her lips were swollen from the kiss, and her eyes were dark with want, but I had to force myself to pull away.

“Go back to the villa,” I said, voice colder than I meant.

When I looked up again, she was gone. She’d vanished into the dark just like that. My chest tightened. I scanned the beach, listening. Then I heard Blake’s voice calling her name from the dark trees, sounding drunk and mean.

“Skye! Come on, babe. Don’t play hard to get. I saw the way you were looking at me.”

His tone sent a spike of anger through me. He sounded aggressive, like he’d had too much to drink and thought he could take what he wanted. I started moving toward the trees, fists clenched. Where the hell was she? And what was that bastard planning to do?

The night suddenly felt a lot more dangerous than a simple kiss on the beach.