Pivoting up onto my hands and knees, I crawl to him, stopping only when my knees bump against his bare feet. He grabs the bulge in his jeans and stares down at me.
“What will you do for this?” he asks.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Whatever you tell me to.”
For a moment, there’s a hint of softness in his features as he reaches down to stroke my face beneath his palm.
“To what length will you debase yourself to prove your loyalty to me?”
“To whatever length it takes to make you understand that I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why?” he asks. “Why would you want this?”
“Because you make me better too,” I whisper.
“Unzip my jeans,” he rasps, refusing to acknowledge that he ever uttered those words last night.
I lean between his parted thighs and gently stroke the bulge along the seam of his jeans before I unzip them and tug down his briefs. Mr. Carter’s cock is a thing of beauty, if ever I saw one. Right now, I want to worship him, but I know better. Waiting for my next instruction, I continue to trace the bulbous head beneath my fingers, taking immense satisfaction in the way his eyes grow heavier with my execution.
“Come up here,” he demands.
I rise on trembling legs and force my thighs apart as I straddle him. I’m still a mess for him, and Sebastian feels it when I rub against his cock. I reach out and try to touch him, but he grabs my hands and forces them behind my back.
“This is my show, Stella. Now sit on my cock, you little pervert.”
I ease my hips forward, and he pushes his swollen flesh against me until my body begins to sink over him. Taking him all the way inside, I feel so incredibly full in this position. Sebastian reaches up and grabs me by the throat, lightly squeezing as he drags my face to his. He kisses me as if he’s starving for me, all the while insisting he’s still in control.
I draw in a ragged breath as his fingers dig into my hip, guiding my movements to show me what he wants. He turns my face away from him, squeezing my body against his chest so I can’t look at him. But regardless, I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the window. His tall, muscular body draped in the chair while I bounce up and down on his cock like he’s my favorite toy. He’s still fully dressed, and I’m completely naked, yet I suspect he’s the one who feels stripped bare.
His body is unyielding, and I know if he really wanted to, he could easily crush me. He knows how to push me to the edge but never over it. And even if it’s illogical, I trust that I will always be safe in his presence. My eyes drift shut as I let that tranquility wash over me, soaking up the sounds of Sebastian. The pressure inside me builds again, and my thighs squeeze together, pinning him inside me as I get lost in the feeling. It’s like climbing up a roller coaster and then free-falling at a hundred miles per hour when I drop. And when I come for him, it leaves me just as breathless too.
“Sebastian.” I collapse onto his chest, and he flips the script, pounding his cock in and out of me at a frantic pace.
“Motherfuck.” He swears as his orgasm passes the point of no return. At the last second, he pulls out, his come shooting across the creamy skin of my abdomen. He milks his cock dry and collapses back into the chair, his eyes colliding with mine as he catches his breath. Using his thumb, he drags it through the remnants of his come, and then brings it to my lips. I suck his flesh clean and possession stirs inside those deep green irises.
“Go clean yourself up,” he orders. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SEBASTIAN
AFTER FUCKINGSTELLA THREE TIMES,I’m not entirely sure what to do in the aftermath. Her auburn hair spills across my white sheets, her dewy skin flushed from exertion, and her lips swollen and bruised from mine. I would bet my entire bank account that if I were to part her thighs, she’d be swollen there too. Over the past three hours, I’ve given her pussy more of a workout than an entire month’s worth of my nightly runs.
We are playing a dangerous game, and every time I fuck her, I’m tempted to bury myself balls deep and unload in her one more time. But for now, I’m trying not to completely implode both of our lives. A task that, so far, is coming up short.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, and that becomes apparent every time I look at her. Stella has been abandoned by her family, and now she’s seeking out comfort from the worst possible source. A man with no morals and no heart.
She looks up at me with eyes so warm they could be mistaken for melted caramel. She’s a fucking viper with a kitten’s heart, and she doesn’t even know it. She has no idea what she does to me, taunting me with those eyes. I know what she needs from me. I know what she wants. It’s written all over her face. Nothing would make Stella happier than to have me crawl in behind her and pull her body against mine. But the sooner she learns that I’m the last thing she needs, the better off she’ll be. That’s what I tell myself as I turn away and reach for a towel.
“Sebastian?” She calls out to me in question.
“You need to leave. I’m done with you now.”
Silence lingers in the wake of my destruction, and being the coward that I am, I can’t bring myself to look at her face. I don’t want to see the damage there. If I cave on this, I’ll do something even worse than fuck her. I’ll let her in.
I opt for the safety of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking myself away from her. As I wash, I remind myself that this is how it has to be. Stella will learn to stand on her own. She will come to understand she doesn’t need anyone, least of all me, and it’s best she doesn’t become any more invested in this than she already is. Because, without a doubt, I will destroy her. I will fail her. And I’ll never be able to look at myself again.
Those assurances do nothing for the shotgun-sized hole in my chest when I step into the bedroom and find that she has gone. Not a single trace of her remains except for her scent. Tension seeps into every muscle fiber in my body, and it isn’t logical. This is what I asked her to do. This is the only thing that’s right. So why does it feel like she’s betrayed me?