Page 97 of All The Pretty Little Lies

Vesper responds with a passion that takes my breath away. Her hands clutch at my shirt pulling me closer as she surrenders herself to the kiss. I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. I look down at Vesper, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed, and I feel a surge of possessive pride. Mine, a voice in my head growls. She's mine.

I turn to face the others, my arm still wrapped possessively around Vesper. "Is this convincing enough?" I ask, my voice rough with desire and a newfound confidence.

Zaire nods slowly, a mix of approval and something darker in his eyes. "It's a start," he says. "But remember, Talon. In that world, she's not just yours to pleasure. She's yours to punish, to push to her limits and beyond. Can you do that?"

I feel Vesper tense against me, and I tighten my hold on her instinctively. The thought of hurting her, even in play, makes my stomach churn. But I know we have no choice. This is the role we have to play.

"I can," I say, forcing conviction into my voice. "Whatever it takes."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the weight of the others' gazes on us, but I force myself to focus solely on Vesper. Her green eyes are locked on mine, a mix of trust and challenge swirling in their depths.

"Touch me," I command again, my voice low and husky. “Show me your devotion.”

Vesper's hands slide up my thighs, her touch sending electricity through my body. I bite back a groan as her fingers dance along the waistband of my jeans, teasing and exploratory. She leans in, her breath hot against my skin as she nuzzles against my hip.

I feel a primal part of me stirring a side I've kept carefully locked away. It whispers dark promises, urges me to take what's being offered. For a moment, I let it take over, embracing the role I need to play.

My hand tightens in her hair pulling her head back sharply. "Is that the best you can do?" I growl, surprised by the harshness in my own voice. "I said show me how much you want to please me. Use that pretty mouth of yours."

Vesper's eyes widen slightly, a flash of something, excitement or maybe fear, crossing her face before she schools her expression back to one of submissive desire. She leans in again,this time pressing open-mouthed kisses along the line of my hip, her tongue darting out to taste my skin.

I hear a sharp intake of breath from somewhere behind me, Oscar or Zaire, I'm not sure which, but I don't dare look away from Vesper. She's working her way down now, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt.

"That's it," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "Show everyone here who you really belong to."

Vesper looks up at me through her lashes, a smoldering heat in her gaze that makes my breath catch. She presses a kiss to the bulge in my jeans, her tongue tracing the outline of my hardening length through the denim.

I'm dimly aware of the others watching us, of the tension crackling in the air. But all I can focus on is Vesper, the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her skin under my hands, the way she moves with practiced grace and genuine desire.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice rough with need. "You're doing so well for me."

Vesper practically purrs at the praise, her hands working to unzip my jeans. I know we should stop, that we've proven our point, but I can't bring myself to call an end to this. The dark part of me that I've unleashed wants more, wants to see how far Vesper will go to please me.

Just as Vesper's fingers brush against my bare skin, Zaire's voice cuts through the heated atmosphere like a bucket of ice water. "That's enough," he says, his tone clipped and strained.

I blink, struggling to pull myself out of the intoxicating haze Vesper has wrapped me in. My hand is still tangled in her hair, her breath hot against my skin. For a moment, I consider ignoring Zaire, pushing this further, seeing just how far Vesper would go to please me. But then reality crashes back in, and I force myself to step away.

Vesper looks up at me, her green eyes clouded with desire and confusion. I have to clench my fists to keep from reaching for her again.

"Vesper, come here," Zaire commands, his voice rough and urgent.

She hesitates for a split second, her gaze flickering between Zaire and me. Then, with fluid grace, she rises and moves towards him. I watch, a mixture of jealousy and fascination churning in my gut, as Zaire grabs her arm and practically drags her from the room.

The door to Zaire's bedroom slams shut with a finality that echoes through the suddenly silent house. For a moment, we all stand frozen, the air thick with unresolved tension and the lingering scent of arousal.

Then, a dull thud reverberates through the walls, followed by another, and another. The rhythmic pounding against Zaire's bedroom door leaves little doubt about what's happening on the other side.

I feel my face flush, a potent cocktail of embarrassment, jealousy, and lingering desire coursing through my veins. Oscar clears his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with anyone as he mumbles something about needing air and quickly exits the room.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But it's impossible to ignore the sounds coming from Zaire's room, the muffled moans, the creaking of the bed, the occasional sharp cry that I know, without a doubt, belongs to Vesper.

I need to get out of here. Need to put some distance between myself and the vivid images my mind is conjuring. Without a word to anyone, I make my way to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes as soon as the door locks behind me.

The shower spray is a welcome distraction, the hot water sluicing over my skin doing little to cool the fire burning inside me. I close my eyes, but all I can see is Vesper, her perfect lips parted in pleasure, those mesmerizing green eyes locked on mine as she touched me.

My hand moves of its own accord, wrapping around my aching length. I stroke myself slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as memories of Vesper flood my senses. The taste of her lips, sweet and intoxicating. The soft gasp she made when I pulled her hair. The way her body responded to my touch, so eager and willing.

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