I loved the fact that Ezra and Obsidian were bonding, but I hated the fact they were using my body as their playground to do it. Obsidian was giving Ezra ‘lessons’ on how to torture me, although he called it pleasure. It was pleasurable all right, but every time I came even close to exploding, Obsidian would pull away and Ezra would ask questions. After the third time of Obsidian pulling away, my eyes darted over to Devrim, who had been silently watching us from his spot on the chair. Our eyes locked and held. I was sure he could see exactly how frustrated I was. His lips twitched, but he stood, gripped Ezra by the scruff of his neck, and pulled him away. Once Ezra was off the bed, Devrim took his place, leaning down to brush his lips along my jaw to my lips. “Please,” I begged him. “Please.”“I’m not the one in control, rosebud.”I slipped a hand into his hair and pulled on the strands until a low groan fell from his lips. “Then take control.”Devrim’s eyes darted over to Obsidia
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