I’m His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 5

Skye’s POV

Ezra’s kiss still burned on my mouth as I ran into the jungle. My heart pounded like crazy, and my p***y throbbed from the way he’d ground that thick c**k against me on the beach.

I could still feel his hands squeezing my ass, the heat of him pressing into me. Celine? Whoever the hell she was, I didn’t care. He was mine now. That rough kiss proved it. I wasn’t letting go.

Branches scratched my arms as I pushed deeper into the dark trees. Moonlight barely passed through the leaves. My bikini felt too tight, my n*****s still hard from everything that just happened. I needed to catch my breath, but my body was on fire.

Then Blake stepped out of the shadows, blocking my path. His usual charming smile was gone. His face looked mean, and his eyes were narrowed.

“You’ve been teasing me all night while eye-f*****g that old man,” he snarled, voice slurred from too much booze. “Think I didn’t notice? Prancing around in that tiny bikini, rubbing up on Ezra like a little slut.”

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my arm hard and shoved me back against a tree. The bark dug into my skin. His hand slid up my thigh, rough and greedy, pushing under my bikini bottom.

“Time to give me what you’ve been giving him,” he said, leaning in close. His breath stank of whiskey.

I tried to push him off, shoving at his chest. “Get the f**k off me, Blake!” My voice came out shaky.

Fear mixed with the adrenaline still pumping through me, but the heat from Ezra’s kiss hadn’t faded. My p***y was still wet and pulsing, which made everything feel even more messed up.

“Skye! Come on, babe. Don’t play hard to get. I saw the way you were looking at me.” He pinned me harder, his body heavy against mine. One hand grabbed my wrist, while the other squeezed my thigh too tightly. “Come on, Skye. You’ve been asking for it all night.”

Panic started to rise, but before I could scream, heavy footsteps crashed through the bushes. Leaves flew everywhere as Ezra appeared, his eyes looking wild with rage. His face was twisted, and his muscles were tense like he was ready to kill.

He didn’t say a word. He just ripped Blake off me in one fast move. Blake stumbled back, surprised. Ezra swung hard and punched him square in the face. The sound was loud, a solid crack. Blake dropped like a bag of rocks, groaning on the ground.

Ezra stood over him for a second, chest heaving, fists still clenched. Then he turned to me. His blue eyes burned as he stepped close.

His hands ran over my body fast at first, checking me, sliding down my arms and sides like he needed to make sure I was okay. But the touch changed quickly. It turned possessive. His palms squeezed my t**s through the thin bikini top, thumbs brushing my hard n*****s.

“Mine,” he growled roughly. The word sent a shiver straight to my p***y.

Right there on the soft grass, he pushed me down. I landed on my back, leaves and sand under me. Ezra dropped to his knees between my legs. His mouth attacked my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks.

I moaned loudly, arching up into him. He tore my bikini top off with one rough pull. The strings snapped, and my t**s spilled out, n*****s rock hard in the cool night air.

“f**k, Ezra,” I gasped, my hands grabbing at his shoulders.

He shoved my bikini bottoms aside. Two thick fingers rubbed over my wet p***y, spreading my slickness. I was soaked, dripping from the kiss on the beach and the rush of everything. He circled my c**t, then pushed one finger inside me, pumping slowly at first.

“You’re so f*****g wet for me,” he muttered against my neck. “Even after that asshole touched you. This p***y knows who it belongs to.”

I moaned his name louder, rocking my hips against his hand. His mouth moved down to my t**s, sucking one hard n****e into his mouth while his fingers worked me faster. The pleasure hit me hard and fast. My legs shook, and I could feel another orgasm building already. He added a second finger, stretching me, curling them just right.

“Please,” I whispered, voice breathy. “Don’t stop.”

He growled and bit my n****e lightly, making me cry out. His free hand pinned one of my wrists above my head. His warm body pressed me into the grass. I could feel his very hard c**k straining against his shorts as he ground against my thigh.

Everything about this felt wild and dangerous. The jungle around us was dark, the waves crashing far away. I didn’t care about Blake lying unconscious a few feet away. I didn’t care about Zoey or anyone else. All I wanted was Ezra inside me, f*****g me raw right here.

He pulled his fingers out and shoved my legs wider. He pinned both my wrists above my head with one big hand. I felt the thick head of his c**k press against my entrance, feeling so hot. He rubbed it up and down my slick p***y lips, teasing me, coating himself in my wetness.

I was shaking with need, moaning softly. “Yes… please…”

But then I saw a small red light blinking in the trees, just above us. One of his own cameras, recording everything. The lens was pointed straight at us, catching every move—my t**s out, legs spread, his c**k ready to push inside.

My stomach flipped with a mix of thrill and panic.

And then in the distance, I heard Zoey calling my name, her voice getting closer through the trees. “Skye? Where are you? Blake said you came this way!”

Ezra froze for a split second, but his c**k still pressed against me, twitching. The red light kept blinking. Zoey’s footsteps sounded nearer now.

What the hell was going to happen now?