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He starts for the door, and I panic.
I don’t know what to do. I’m out of ideas to make him stay. “Sebastian.”
He pauses, and I do something so out of character my whole body trembles as he glances over his shoulder.
I slide a hand over my waist, down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. With my heart hammering in my chest, I part my legs to him.
I’m no stranger to my own touch, but I’ve never considered myself a temptress. The desire to instigate sex has never been a driving force for me. Not until now, when I have no other tricks up my sleeve.
He stares, his lip slowly curling into a snarl.
I don’t know if the expression is from disgusted fury or despised temptation. I don’t know anything anymore…anything but want.
“Stop it,” he growls.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
I slide a finger along my pussy and close my eyes, moaning a little with the penetration. My pleasure is drowned under possible humiliation, but I pretend I’m swimming in lust. I work my finger in circles and cup my breast. I do all the sexy things I’ve seen and read about despite feeling fake the entire time.
“Keira, stop.”
I don’t listen. I continue my display, keeping my eyes squeezed shut to ward off the nerves.
“Fuck,” he grates.
There’s torment in his voice. So much anger and aggression aimed in my direction.
I’m not scared by it. He won’t hurt me. I’m more concerned I’m hurting him for pushing an agenda he won’t admit he wants to be a part of.
Blood rushes in my ears as I play with my clit, rubbing my thumb back and forth. I can’t hear anything over my heartbeat. The loud throb echoes through me, increasing the anxiety.
I’m tempted to take a peek to see if he’s watching. Maybe he already left the room. He could’ve walked away.
My heart pangs.
“You’re killing me, shortie.” His hands latch onto my ankles and drag me along the bed.
I squeal, opening my eyes to his anguished stare.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he murmurs. “Why do you keep playing games?”
I lean up on bent elbows. “There’s no more games. I promise.”
A myriad of emotions wash over his features—determination, uncertainty, and a glimmer of hope. They all mix together, showing me the kind soul buried behind the bruised and battered exterior.
“There’s no more lies, either,” I admit. “All I want is you.”
I adore him. I won’t even bother denying it. How can I when he challenged my father—the most powerful man I know? Sebastian stormed the castle. He made himself into a warrior and protected me every step of the way.
My dad couldn’t even safeguard his wife from all the dangers he created. And he sure as hell didn’t protect me from his own brother.
From birth, I’ve been sheltered, not shielded, and Sebastian is a breath of the freshest, purest air against that harsh reality.
He’s strength and commitment and discipline.
Honor, morality, and pride.
He’s far greater than someone with my track record deserves. But I guess I’m a slave to my bloodline, because despite knowing I’m undeserving, I’m not willing to give him up.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “Whether you want me or not.”
His jaw ticks. “I fucking want you, Keira. I can’t stop.”
I sit up and drape my legs over the edge of the mattress, coming up close and personal with his bare waist. I hold his gaze as droplets trek his body, dripping from his hair to his chest, all the way down to the erection within reach.
He’s a masterpiece. All that muscle. All that ink.
And now, knitting them together is all the pink and purple flesh caused from my lies.
My heart trembles beneath tightening ribs as I lean forward and place a kiss on his stomach. He peers down at me, his intensity bathing me, warming me. He fucking invigorates the hell out of me as I inch lower, dragging my lips on a slow trail until I’m nestled right next to the head of his cock.
I pause and watch him swallow deep. He has so much power over me, but right now, I can see that influence shift. I’m in control. He’s at my mercy.
I tilt my head toward his sex.
He’s thick and bulky. An entirely new discovery for me.
I’ve never done this before, and I know exactly why. I wasn’t supposed to. This moment was made for Sebastian.
I lean closer, poking out my tongue to trail it along his shaft. I lick the water droplets. I taste the salty tease of him seeping from the head of his cock.
“Jesus,” he hisses.
My tension eases, his curse uplifting in its ferocity. He fists my hair in his hands, the strands pulling tight.
I shudder, becoming a slave to his brutality. My pussy throbs. I have to squeeze my thighs tight to stem the ache. But then he steps away, and I’m petrified he’s found the will to leave.
“Move back on the bed, sweetheart.”
I nod, overwhelmed with relief as I comply.
He slides over me, gentle and slow, his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress. His mouth finds mine. His tongue delves deep. He kisses me like he’s taking his last breath. He cups my face and grips my waist as if I’ll skitter away in the wind.
He’s everywhere. His hands. His mouth. His affection.
I’m royalty under his touch.
I rake my fingers into his hair and hold tight. “Promise me you won’t leave.”
He ignores me, nudging his hips into mine, the head of his cock parting my folds.
His stare holds all the promise I need. I see the commitment in his eyes. The pure, undeniable want for me, just like I want him.
I raise my ass off the bed, making him sink deeper. The pleasure is instantaneous. Every inch of me tingles, from my toes to my nipples, my fingers to my face.
I moan. I don’t bother holding it in.
I’m not going to shy away from how he makes me feel.
I want everything he has to give, and I refuse to take it on a temporary basis. This can’t stop. He can’t walk away.
His hips begin to roll, the slow undulation sinking through me. We’re made for each other. There’s no denying how right this feels. He increases his pace, the kisses growing in intensity, the hands roaming my body seeming addicted to learning my curves.
My back arches off the bed. My hips rise to meet him.
We move in perfect harmony. Two people. One act.
Pure fate.
He’s fucked me hard before, with strength and dominance. We’ve groaned and clawed as we sought our pleasure. That’s the way I’d always thought sex would be. Rough. Hard. Punishing.
I never imagined it like this. Not with him. Not with anyone.
I never realized how soul crushing the co
I’m transfixed.
Enslaved.
He increases his pace, sliding into me and retreating in smooth synchronicity as he peers down at me.
I’ve never felt this beautiful. Entirely worshiped.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion as he whispers compliments I never would’ve imagined would be spoken about me. He speaks of my beauty. He murmurs his adoration.
You’re gorgeous. You’re perfect. You’re mine.
Those words are everything.
I kiss him—his cheek, his jaw, his chin. He grazes his teeth across my neck and licks a delicate trail along my shoulder.
He tastes. Savors.
I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him the deepest penetration. But it’s also because I need to hold him. I have to cling tight. I refuse to let go.