Ebony's POV.
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Eminem didn't bother informing his crew of our departure – they knew the drill.
With his arm still around me, Eminem escorted me to the waiting car that had dropped me off earlier. Opening the backseat door, he let me climb in before joining me. The car pulled away, heading back to his hotel.
"Ay, I'm sorry about ya dress, Ebony." he apologized, glancing at the stain.
I shrugged it off. "It's alright, Marshall...It's gonna have to come off soon anyway.." my teeth slowly sunk into my lower lip.
I left Eminem momentarily speechless as our eyes locked for a moment. I knew he tried to read my expression, but it was all over the place. I had to keep him guessing what I was thinking.
He then reached into his back pocket, pulling out a baggie of small pills. He handed it to me.
"Ecstasy," he informed me.
Why not? I've experimented with all sorts of drugs, though I usually have my own dealer. I'll be fine though.
Reaching into the bag, I pulled out a pill and swallowed it without hesitation, hoping for the best.
Eminem did the same with two pills, without a second thought.
The driver gilded through street city, the overly tinted windows making it slightly hard to see outside since it was dark, I could only see the glare of the city lights.
The air felt slightly lustful, with him being right next to me, thigh to thigh.
I bit my lip in curiosity and anticipation, wondering if I should initiate something...No time to hesitate though, I knew how to play this game.
With the warmth of the ecstasy slowly fueling me, I decided to take charge. I let my hand boldly grip his thigh, a clear statement of my intentions. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, a subtle acknowledgment of my control.
Feeling emboldened by his response, I let my hand continue its journey, tracing a deliberate path up his chest with assertive strokes. His breath hitched slightly as my fingertips asserted themselves against his skin.
As my hand reached his neck, I seized the moment, leaning in with purpose. My lips pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving no room for hesitation. A breath of air surged past his lips as he fell deeper into my trap, just as I wanted.
With a firm grasp, I pulled him closer, dictating the pace of our interaction as I continued to lavish attention on his neck, alternating between demanding kisses and assertive bites. Each movement elicited a primal response from Eminem, his hands instinctively seeking out my waist as he surrendered to my lead.
My lips withdrew from his neck that would later be marked with bruises as my hand firmly wrapped around the upper part of his neck, turning his face to me as I smashed our lips together. I took the lead, shoving my tongue into his mouth as he was obviously taken aback. The ecstasy still slowly easing as a heat was created in the car. Eminem tried staying quiet but the heat was obvious.
My lips smirked against his lips as our chests heaved. My hand withdrew from his neck as I let it slowly glide down hit chest...all the way to his lower region where I could already feel his erection.
