Chapter 23 Marriage
Sebastian groaned against her neck, his control snapping. He shoved her forward until her forehead pressed against the headboard, and then he drove into her, burying himself deep inside her tight heat.
“Good girl,” he grunted darkly, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled back only to slam into her again.
Emily’s face pressed into the headboard, her mouth opening in a silent scream as he began to fuck her with rough, punishing strokes. Each thrust was deep, rough, shaking her whole body until she had no control left.
Colors exploded behind her closed eyelids—flashes of red, bursts of white—her mind fracturing under the force of his possession. Her swollen nipples rubbed raw against the leather, her lips wet with saliva as she panted and moaned helplessly.
“Ahhh—!” The cry ripped from her throat when his pace turned brutal, his thrusts pounding into her like he was desperate to wring every sound out of her. “Ah… ahhh!”
Sebastian’s face was twisted in raw pleasure, his jaw clenched, teeth bared as a guttural groan tore from his chest. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with hunger as he looked down at her.
“Fuck!” he growled, voice thick and rough.
Her breath hitched, a broken whimper slipping out. “S… slow down,” she pleaded, her hands clawing at the wood as she tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape the overwhelming stretch of him filling her so deep it ached against her womb.
But Sebastian only tightened his grip on her hips with a sound of pure disapproval, pulling her back onto him and driving in harder. The sharp slap of his body against hers echoed in the night, making her shiver.
“Don’t run from me,” he rasped, pressing his palm firmly against the small of her back. With his other hand, he spread her ass cheeks wide, forcing her open for him, his eyes dropping to the sight that unraveled him.
Emily’s entire body burned, her skin hot and damp with sweat as every merciless thrust forced her further into the hard surface beneath her palms. Her nails scraped against the wood, splinters biting her skin, but all she could do was cry out helplessly as he drove into her without pause.
Sebastian’s breath came harsh and ragged above her, his chest heaving, his groans vibrating low and guttural. He hissed, spreading her wider, watching himself disappear into her slick, stretched heat.
Her cheeks burned hotter, shame and something darker twisting inside her. She tried to shake her head, her voice cracking. “—ahhh!” Her protest cut off in a strangled cry when he angled his hips, slamming deeper, the tip of him brushing against that spot inside her that made her toes curl.
His hips snapped forward again, punishing and relentless. His hand slid up from her back to tangle in her hair, yanking her head back so her flushed face turned to the side. His lips brushed her ear, his body shaking with a raw growl.
Emily whimpered, her lips parting around a broken moan as her nails scraped helplessly against the wood. Her body betrayed her, tightening around him with every punishing snap of his hips.
His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her head back until her throat arched, vulnerable and exposed. His tongue flicked over the rapid pulse beating there before his teeth scraped lightly against her skin. The sound that rumbled from his chest was more animal than man.
Her tears blurred the edges of her vision as she gasped, torn between resistance and the unbearable pleasure he forced into her with every thrust. The rough slap of his body against hers echoed in the night, each impact sending waves of fire through her trembling legs.
Sebastian’s hand slid from her hair down to her throat, holding her still as he pounded into her.
Her sobs melted into moans, her body betraying her, clenching around him in shuddering waves that left her trembling.
“S-Sebastian…” she finally gasped, her voice breaking into a cry that made his thrusts falter for a moment, just enough to press his lips hard against her shoulder, groaning her name like a vow.
Emily’s wrists ached where the cold metal cuffs bit into her skin, the headboard rattling with every desperate tug of her arms. The ribbon wound tightly around her breasts made them swell, every movement pulling at her nipples until she whimpered.
Sebastian’s thrusts slowed but did not soften. His gaze roved over her bound form, dark and hungry, drinking in the sight of her body offered up to him. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
“You look perfect like this,” he rasped, dragging his tongue along the curve of her neck.
Her fingers clenched uselessly against the cuffs, her voice breaking into a shiver.
With a sharp groan, he pulled back. One hand slid to the cuffs, and with a deft flick, he unlocked them.
The sudden release made her arms fall forward, trembling, before his hand caught her wrist. He hauled her up roughly, turning her onto her back, pinning her to the sheets.
The ribbons bit against her breasts, pushing them up, nipples taut and flushed from the pressure.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened, a guttural sound escaping his throat as his palm cupped the bound swell, thumb circling over the peak until she cried out. “So sensitive…” he murmured, low and merciless. “These ribbons make you ache for me, baby?”
Her back arched helplessly under his touch, her nails clawing at his shoulders now that she was free. He caught both her wrists again, dragging them above her head, holding them down against the mattress with one hand while the other tormented her tied breasts.
His hips rolled forward, burying himself in her again with a rough snap that made her cry out, the bed frame slamming against the wall.
His free hand slid down, tugging at the ribbons just enough to tighten the pressure. Her nipples strained harder, and her moans grew ragged.
Her breasts heaved against the silk, swollen and taut, every movement making the ribbons bite deeper into her sensitive flesh. Sebastian’s thumb flicked over one hardened peak, then pinched cruelly, rolling it between his fingers while his shaft drove into her with merciless force.
“Look at you,” he growled, his gaze locked on the way her bound breasts bounced with every thrust. “Your body’s begging for me.”
Emily’s head fell back, a strangled moan escaping her as the sharp sting of his pinch bled into a wave of pleasure that made her walls clench around him. He felt it immediately, his groan rumbling low in his chest as he thrust harder, grinding deep.
Her hands twisted in his grip, useless against the iron hold pinning her wrists above her head. Her nails bit into her palms, every nerve in her chest and between her thighs alight with his ruthless rhythm.
Sebastian bent lower, his lips closing around one swollen nipple, sucking hard through the ribbon until she screamed. He bit down, just enough to make her jolt, before pulling back to watch her writhe. Saliva slicked the tightened silk, wetting it against her tender skin.
Her legs wrapped around his waist without thought, clinging to him as he punished her with deep, relentless strokes. He tugged at the ribbon again, tightening it just a little more, the sight of her breasts straining under the silk driving him half-mad.
He hissed against her mouth, his thrusts brutal now, slamming her into the mattress. “Every inch of you is mine—your body, your screams… even these.” His teeth grazed her other nipple before biting again, making her cry out.
Her body convulsed beneath him, caught between the ache of the ribbons and the overwhelming pleasure of his girth pounding into her, the sharp edge of pain making the release coil tighter inside her belly until she thought she might shatter.
He pressed against her neck, his growls vibrating through her. “You’re mine,” he hissed, one hand squeezing her breast while his thumb rolled over the peak. “Every part of you belongs to me, Emily.”
Her back arched, pressing into the mattress as he tugged and kneaded her taut flesh with one hand, the other driving his hips faster.
The silk ribbon cut into her nipples, heightening the sharp edge of pleasure as he rolled the swell between his fingers, making her squeal and jerk involuntarily with each stroke.
“Oh God… Sebastian…” she moaned, helpless, her legs wrapping around him, clinging as if holding onto her last shred of control.
Her walls clenched around him, tightening with each thrust as his thumb flicked across the peaks of her breasts in rhythm with his pounding hips. The combined fire of sensation—the relentless pounding, the sharp pinch of the ribbons, the bruising pleasure in her nipples—sent her body spiraling.
A scream tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched violently, hips lifting as her walls convulsed around him, and her nipples burned from torment, every moan a tribute to him.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened at her collapse beneath him, his chest heaving, a low, guttural growl escaping him. He thrust a few more times, deep and punishing, until her trembling body had nothing left to give.
He finally eased his pounding, letting his body collapse beside her trembling form. Her sweat-slicked skin pressed against his chest, her breaths shallow and ragged. Yet even in her post-orgasm haze, he wasn’t done with her.
He leaned over, lips hungrily seeking the peaks of her swollen, ribbon-bound breasts.
The silk ribbons made them stand out, taut and sensitive, and he sucked each nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing lightly, making her shiver and moan again despite her exhaustion.
His hands cupped her, kneading and rolling the sensitive flesh while his lips lavished attention on the peaks.
Emily gasped, a soft tremor running through her as the overstimulation sent shivers down her spine.
Sebastian’s growl was low and possessive.
Finally, after a few torturous minutes, he untied the silk ribbons, letting her breasts fall naturally, still swollen and flushed, her nipples pink and sensitive from his teasing.
She leaned back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded, utterly spent, on the verge of drifting into a deep, trembling sleep. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, every nerve ending still firing with residual pleasure.
But Sebastian wasn’t finished. With a devilish glint in his eyes, he slid inside her again, filling her fully.
Emily’s lips parted in a startled moan, then a gasp as he began moving.
Her body trembled once more as he set a relentless, languid rhythm that made her cry out repeatedly, writhing beneath him in desperate need.
Hours seemed to pass in a blur of pleasure and torment—his thrusts never cruel, but never gentle, every movement coaxing her moans, every angle pressing against that spot inside her that made her lose herself completely.
Her limbs grew heavy, her voice hoarse from crying out, yet even as exhaustion claimed her, she couldn’t escape him.
Finally, spent and trembling, she curled against him, her body slick and sore, her breaths shaky and uneven. Sebastian’s chest pressed against her back, his fingers stroking her still-sensitive nipples as she finally began to drift into a fragile, exhausted sleep.
***
Lucas was pacing restlessly across his living room, jaw clenched, his steps heavy against the polished floor. His expression carried a storm.
Just then, Taylor stepped in with his hands shoved casually in his pockets. He stopped near the doorway, his brows drawn.
“What have you been doing all this time?” he asked, his tone edged with impatience. “Dillon told me you’re still keeping tabs on Emily. She’s living at Sebastian’s house now. She goes from the office straight home with him. She hasn’t stepped out alone once.”
Lucas didn’t answer, his jaw clenching so tight a vein stood out at his temple.
Taylor’s patience wore thin. He slammed his palm against the arm of the chair, eyes narrowing with irritation. “Why don’t you just give up already, Lucas? It’s been months since you guys broke up. She’s refused you more times than I can count. At what point does no finally mean no?”
Lucas’s head snapped toward him. His eyes blazed, sharp and restless, as though every nerve in his body had been lit on fire. “Why the hell is everyone so hell-bent on telling me to give up on her?!” His voice cracked with fury, but underneath, it carried something rawer—panic.
Taylor opened his mouth, his tone scathing. “Lucas, are you out of your—”
The shrill trill of his phone cut him off. The sound sliced through the room, loud in the tense silence. Taylor muttered a curse, yanked it from his pocket, and pressed it to his ear. “What?” he barked, sharp and impatient.
Lucas folded his arms, but his stance wasn’t calm. It was coiled tight, restless energy radiating from him as his foot tapped hard against the floor. He watched Taylor’s face carefully, his gaze narrowing the moment he caught the shift.
Taylor’s expression froze, eyes flickering toward Lucas.
Lucas’s chest seized, his pulse slamming against his ribs. He stepped forward in a rush, his voice breaking with urgency. “What is it? What the hell’s going on?”
Taylor’s tone sharpened, hesitant but clipped. “It’s Dillon. He is saying that Emily went out today.”