Believe In Us (Servite Academy #3)

Prologue

JADE

A s a little girl, I was obsessed with Grimm's fairy tales. Tales of the monsters of the night coming out to play, possessing the Princesses, consuming their every waking thought. The beauty falling in love with the beast, her captor . The damsel locked away in her ivory tower oblivious to the horrors of the world below. The little girl who turned out to be the wolf, a killer, the villain of her own tale.

I wasn’t meant to find love nor to have my own happily ever after. Not when those around me continuously left me to fend for myself. Us rejects, the screwed—we never find true love—and if we’re lucky enough to, it never lasts. The inevitability of it is, heartbreak is the only sure thing.

My mother died giving birth to me, my brother left me with the villain in my story—the man who blamed me for my mother’s untimely death, who then goes and gets himself killed, once again leaving me behind .

How am I supposed to trust anyone when all I’ve ever known is abandonment and betrayal?

Especially if those I was left with, did nothing but harm me. The monster of a woman who aimlessly punished me night and day, all for being my dead mother’s daughter, the ghost of a woman she never knew and would never measure up to. Not in my father’s eyes and definitely not in mine.

How is that any better than being alone and forgotten?

However, in all of this horror I had one silver lining. Though life continues to remind me, nothing lasts forever.

The only constant in my life has been my sister, and now that she’s found her happily ever after, not to mention recently betrayed my trust, what will become of me?

“You want to feel my hand gripped tightly around your fucking neck, don’t you Little Wolf?” he groans huskily into the crook of my neck, the deep rasp of his voice sending an instant pang of need to every inch of my unsated body. “You thrive off the thrill of your breath turning jagged as you gasp for air against my mouth.”

He whispers against my lips, his tongue moving to lick at the skin under my chin, moving up my cheek before forcing its way into my mouth. The cold metal ball of his tongue piercing feels like ice against the heat inside me. His thick erection digs into my thigh as a hard and heavy body captures me against the bed. I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven.

Assuming that’s where I’d end up, but as he releases my mouth, my lips aching to feel his once again, the crazed look in his stone-gray eyes make me think it’s exactly where I want to be.

How did I get here tonight? How did suggesting an innocent game of Truth or Dare end with Sebastian Silver tongue fucking my mouth in the most delicious way ?

I’m not about to complain about it though because he knows exactly how to work my mouth and body simultaneously. Brushing his body with mine while teasing me with his tongue, tracing the lines of my throat.

Sebastian leans down into me once again, the bed dipping with the heaviness of him. God, he’s fucking massive. All six foot five, two hundred plus pounds of steel muscle and hard abs. Built like a Fucking perfection. Aggressive hands move down my body, hurriedly tugging my shorts off leaving me in just my top and hot pink thong.

“You crave the searing touch of my fingers as they grip this luscious ass till they’re imprinted into your perfect fucking skin.” I whimper against him as he squeezes, his fingers digging into my ass sending a painful yet exhilarating sensation through me. “You need to be dominated by your alpha don’t you baby?”

I can see the wild look in his eyes that instills pain yet dominates me with unexplainable pleasure. The darkness of the room consumes us, just a sliver of moon visible through the half-opened curtain, but all I see is him.

The pleasure I feel is unfathomable. “Fuck Sebastian,” I moan, reaching up and pulling his face down to meet mine. I unknowingly inhale a deep breath taking in the aphrodisiacal scent of his cologne mixed with something entirely him. I lift my head up and whisper, my voice velvety in his ear. “Fuck me Sebastian, stop being a little pussy and sweet talking me. This isn’t what I came for, I don’t need you to tell me what I like, I need you to give it to me. I need you to fuck me,” I add, before biting down on the tender skin of his lobe, my voice quavering with unsteady breaths.

An animalistic growl, like that of a fucking bear in heat, escapes from deep within him as his hands move to my waist, tearing the material of my flimsy thong before reaching to my neck and gripping my top, shredding it right down the middle like a piece of fucking paper. Fuck I think I just came. His eyes go wide at the sight of me in nothing but my black lace bra .

Looking straight into my eyes he groans while holding my pink thong tightly in his palm. “You need me to fuck you rough?” He shifts slightly, both legs straddled over me as he inches forward. I nod my head, unable to form a coherent thought at the sight of him over me, his flannel shirt open revealing every inch of tanned, muscled perfection. A barely noticeable grin appears on his unfairly beautiful face as he watches me admire his physique. Okay now I really did come. “You don’t know what you’re asking for Wolf,” he murmurs the pet name he’s given me, thick, low, and from deep inside his throat, making me a great deal wetter than I already am. “I fuck hard, and I fuck without limits. I won’t show you mercy, I won’t let you have control, and best of all you won’t want it. You’ll be at my mercy, and you’ll fucking love it.”

I burst out laughing, unable to hold back, at his remark, but the feral look he gives me makes me instantly fall silent swallowing hard. My hands roam over his bare chest, feeling every dip of hard muscle. “I don’t submit to anyone, Sebastian,” I sneer, rolling my eyes at his cockiness. Bastard .

Surprisingly, instead of angering him a deep, hoarse chuckle escapes him. “Oh, but you fucking will, Wolfe. Submit to me, mind, body, and fucking soul, at least till your body shakes vigorously from the intensity of your orgasms.” Orgasms, as in multiple.

Fuck. This is it. This is how I’m going to die. Death by infinite orgasms, will be carved upon my headstone.

I adjust my body under him, the silkiness of the gray comforter under me soothing my aching flesh. “Yeah well all my body is doing is cooling off. You going to fuck me Sebastian or are you just going to fucking bore me to death with all this blabbering and talk about what a Big Bad Wolf you are, because all I see is a scared little piggy.”

Fuck if that wasn’t just the right button to push.

The slate gray of his eyes turns almost black with equal amounts of desire and rage as his eyes meet mine. He yanks his flannel shirt down his arms, the fullness of his bulky muscles shining in the dark expanse of the room, before moving to place both hands down on the mattress beside my head. The bed dips low as he moves. “Lift your fucking arms over your head Jade, now,” he commands, but all I do is cock a brow at him not moving a muscle to do any such thing. What the fuck? At my refusal, his frown deepens. “I said put your fucking hands up!” he shouts louder, and this growl reverberates through the room. I don’t know what possesses me to obey, but I do.

Fear, excitement, curiosity, or perhaps hypnosis?

I gracefully lift my arms over my head, watching him intently as he brings the thong, still clasped tightly in his hand, up and uses it to tie my wrists together. A shock of arousal storms straight to my pussy forcing me to squeeze my thighs together to avoid combusting. The arrogant gleam in his eyes proves he’s noticed what the erotic gesture did to me and it’s exactly what he was going for.

“Don’t move them,” he orders, tugging at the knot he created making sure it’s sturdy. I simply nod, not sure where my words have gone off and disappeared to. “This is how I like it baby, you beneath me, at my mercy, me on top in total fucking control. I need to be in control and as much as you believe you do too, I know what you really need is someone to dominate this fine ass of yours.” His hands grip me roughly, his thumbs nearing the entrance of my aching pussy teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Burning desire inside of me feels like boiling lava rising to the surface needing release. “What I need is you to fuck me, now!” I shout out, annoyed by his arrogant attitude and lack thereof promised fatal orgasms. “Stop saying what you’re going to do and just fucking do it before I do it myself. After all, I’m no stranger to electrically induced orgasms.”

That’s all he needs to snap back into terrifying beast mode. Jackpot. His fingers quickly unbutton the clasp of his jeans then yanking them down to his knees along with his underwear, his massive erection saluting me like I’m the best thing it’s ever fucking seen. I lick my lips feverishly, craving the taste of him, the feel of his thickness in my mouth. I’m the feral animal now salivating at the first sight of meat.

“I was going to take my time with you,” he grunts, bringing his hand to my mouth and forcing two fingers inside. I lick them, swirling my tongue around the coarse tips trying not to gag, and biting down before he removes them. Sensually he trails my saliva down my neck, over my abdomen, and down to the aching part of me that begs to feel his touch. “But the sight of you like this, so beautiful, so fucking perfect—I can’t hold off much longer. I need to make you come apart for me. I need to taste you on my tongue.” He brings his tongue out to lick his lips, the shiny metal grazing his top lip.

However, he doesn’t lower his mouth down to me, instead his fingers move, gently sliding over my slick wetness before he inserts two at once. “Aahh,” I groan, the roughness of his thrust shocking me, but I’m so fucking wet his fingers slide in like they’re coated in fucking lube.

“This is going to feel so good, baby. I was worried for a second but you’re so fucking wet.” Quickly, he removes his fingers bringing them to his mouth to suck before grabbing a condom from the pocket of his jeans. I hate those fuckers, but better safe than sorry and stuck with a bun in the oven. He rips it open with his teeth, sexy as fuck I might add, and within seconds is sliding it over his erect dick. I lick my lips at the erotic motion.

Leaning over me, he brings his lips to rest above mine. I scream out in pain or desire, not sure which it is, as he abruptly thrusts into me, pounding his hard, veiny, beast of a cock into me repeatedly, my ass loudly slapping against his thighs. He’s vicious, relentless, and so fucking rough. Hot lips come down on me swallowing my cries as his lips tangle with mine, his tongue and piercing exploring every inch of my greedy mouth. I wiggle my arms above my head, bringing them down over his neck but he quickly grabs them with his left hand holding them above my head.

“Keep fucking still,” he groans breathlessly, sweat dripping off his forehead onto mine. He straightens slightly, his right hand wrapping around my neck, squeezing harder with every hard thrust of his dick, like he’s holding on for dear life. His other hand lets go of my wrists and grips my ass, pulling me in closer to him. He angles my ass up in the air, lifting me off of the bed, as he continues to beat my pussy with his massive cock.

God, I feel like I’m being ripped apart by him, every inch of me feels like it’s on fire, my body feeling intense pleasure and simultaneous pain as he continues to drive into me. My hands remain restrained above my head, the elastic of my thong cutting into my wrist as I try to wriggle free, but it’s useless. I close my eyes, unable to withstand the blaring sound of my heartbeat, when he releases me just for a moment to free my breast from my bra, his hot, wet mouth wrapping around my sensitive hardened nipple.

“Yes, Sebastian, fuck!” I cry out in agony at the intense pleasure of his teeth grazing my sensitive peak. He grins against my breasts, sucking like a beast, licking circles around my taut peak before tugging at it with his teeth. Quickly he moves to my other breast, doing the same thing he just did, and it’s enough to nearly send me over the edge. I rarely come this fast, actually I rarely come at all, unless it’s me intentionally doing it, but with Sebastian I come with just one fucking lustrous look.

This is a million times better than I could have ever imagined. He’s a magnificent creature, dark-haired, fairly tanned, eyes like the midnight sky on a gloomy day, and lips made from the softest, sweetest, most tantalizing of things. His body, sculpted by the Romans, his firm jaw chiseled by the Greeks, and his fucking cock carved from the deepest, most insatiable depths of my imagination. Sebastian was made for me to ride, to kiss. He was just simply made just for me.

Worst of all, he fucking knows it .

The look in his eyes as I open mine, brings me to the brink of no return, my orgasm rippling savagely through me as he tightens his hold on my neck marring my skin with the imprint of his fingers.

But it’s the look in his eyes as he shoots his luscious, silky cum in me, which I’ve awakened to every morning since the night he fucked me for the first time.

I’m startled awake by the ache in my loins threatening to overpower me if I don’t finish myself off and relieve the tension in me since I discovered my fate last night. I’m lying in my bed, in my old room back at the Grayson’s Foster House sweating profusely, my heart beating frantically, and my breathing uneven as I lay here gasping for air, completely stunned by the dream I just had.

More like the memory, the flashback of the first night I gave into my obsession and fucked Sebastian Silver. Specifically how I let Sebastian Silver tie me up, choke me, and fuck me. Hard.

The way my body fit perfectly with his and how after that precise moment, I broke and gave in to him countless more times. I was no longer in charge of my body let alone mind, no longer in control of the intense desire, the insatiable hunger I had for him.

That right there was my fucking mistake.

I should have never given up total control, but if only it hadn’t felt so fucking good. Because of that moment of weakness, because of the utter unquenchable thirst, I will pay for it for the rest of my life. The reminder of the mess I’ve created for myself consumes me as I quickly get up and run to the bathroom, dropping to my knees and spilling out the remnants of whatever it is I ate last night, a burger maybe, into the toilet bowl before me. I vomit voraciously into the bowl, my body convulsing, choking on the endless bile rising in me. My eyes are watery and the vomit escaping through my nostril’s burns profusely .

After I have nothing left in me to expel, I lean back against the toilet with a bitter taste in my mouth, hyperventilating, and wiping off the vomit with the back of my sleeve.

The images of last night haunt my every thought, like a horror movie playing over and over in my head. The stupid plus sign flashing across the screen, my blood dropping to my feet, my heart flipping the fuck out, and the bile rising from deep within my stomach threatening to erupt like it did just now.

Positive.

Pregnant.

And utterly fucking screwed.

The two syllable word sounds like the worst kind of nightmare, one that comes to life and leaves me with nowhere to run and hide.

Though the problem now isn’t what that stupid test, or five, said. It’s that I never expected to want this or anyone as much as I want him. I honestly didn’t think it was possible to feel anything other than hatred, or on the rare occasion, lust for a man, but this is something else entirely. A burning in my veins, a throbbing in my core, an aching in my whole being. I’m under a dangerous hypnosis, one I can’t risk falling deeper into.

My sister once said love is for those afforded the privilege of making mistakes. For those who have the opportunity of choosing to blindly trust another over their own judgment. Of allowing themselves to let their guard down and live with the impending threat of never being able to come back from the disappointment that is to ensue.

She was right. We were awarded the opportunity of witnessing this truth firsthand as na?ve little girls before we made a mistake. Love is an illusion, a fantasy we wish to believe because the thought of no one genuinely loving us, is too harsh a reality to swallow. So we trick ourselves into believing someone out there will choose to see us in a different light. To see us for what we wish we were instead of what we really are. It’s the harsh truth.

But what if I’ve finally found someone who will love me? What will this mistake cost me? What will I have to sacrifice? What perpetual lifetime mistake will I be willing to commit, all for a fleeting moment? Can I risk it all?

I guess I’m about to find out.

Because whether or not I’m ready to accept it, the fact of the matter remains unchanged. Sebastian Silver’s baby is growing inside of me.

There is a little monster in me, and I just might do what I do best.

Run.