“You like it,” I lean back on his elbows.
“Of course I do. I’m the reason for it, after all.”
When she is finished, she wipes the excess liquid from her lips, smiling.
“Who knew control could taste so sweet?”
17
Chapter Seventeen
During
JOEY
One minute she was tasting me, and the next, she lay unconscious on the ground, barely breathing.
And it all happened so fast.
“Back away from her, Michael,” I snap. “Or I swear to god, I will slit your fucking throat.”
He shakes his head.
“So this is what you’ve been doing instead of your job?” He grabs Ezra’s ponytail, dragging a whip along her pelvic area. “Fucking the enemy?”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl. “Get away from her. Now.”
“That doesn’t seem very productive.”
Waking up at the action, Ezra lets out an ear-shattering scream as the whip slashes against her stomach, tears filling her eyes.
“Leave her alone!”
When the whip makes contact with her skin a second time, she boils over, sobs ripping through her throat.
“Joey,” she whimpers.
“Let her go, Michael,” I hiss.
“Quiet, you,” Michael demands, and suddenly, Tono is pressed up against my girl, clamping her mouth shut with his hand.
“Take your fucking hand off me,” she grumbles, attempting to kick him.
Taking over, Killian grabs hold of Ezra’s throat, sending a trail of kisses down her neck and onto her chest. She tries to shield herself from his touch, but he only tightens his grip on her neck when she does.
“You taste so good,” Killian mumbles into her skin.
“Go fuck yourself,” Ezra spits.
“Why are you doing this,” I scream, tugging on my chains.
Michael Santo grins.
“Because one must be taught a valuable lesson.”
“Which is what?”
The rich bastard brings the whip up over his head before bringing it straight down onto Ezra’s cheek.