Stay Toxic

Chapter 21

I”m not freaking out. Why would I freak out? I”m just a young, healthy, single adult, who had casual sex with a hot, equally single guy. It happens. And it happened in private, so no one needs to know. There”s no reason why Mother would hear about it.

My law classes bore me to tears at the best of times, but I can barely follow a word on Monday. I’ve always had a knack for studying, so even with my distraction, I can catch up on whatever I missed later.

By the time I make my way out of Silver Hall on Monday, I”m wondering whether I should just go hide in my room for the rest of the day. Or forever. At least, I have The Origin of Myth to look forward to tomorrow.

”Hi, Tia!” someone else says, waving my way.

I”ve had random greetings all morning. Nothing weird, no one said a thing, but I blush all the same because I know how, why, they recognize me now.

They were here last night. They saw me…do that.

I spot Raphael, who grins like a Cheshire cat, and I want to die.

What was I thinking?

I wasn”t thinking at all, that”s the problem. I was drunk on cock, and pretty blue eyes, and whatever unearthly charm Aurelius Sebastian Keller has under his sleeves.

I’ve only just left the building, heading toward the library, when steps join mine. Again, though I don’t get a look, I just know it’s him. Maybe it’s the length of his looming shadow, or his seriously amazing smell. Or just an awareness I can’t explain.

“I don’t need a bodyguard, you know.”

“Now, why would you?” Sebastian retorts. “Lovely jeans, by the way. Love the way it showcases that ass.”

I glance down to my new skinny jeans. I seriously love wearing something so casual, something I was never allowed to own before, and Mother be damned. It’s a risk, but after yesterday, I didn”t even think about the wardrobe change as rebellion.

I”ve done much, much worse.

“Thanks. I—” Now that he knows a little more about my life, I don’t see the point in hiding what’s going on. “Mother has been pretty strict about clothing. This is actually the first pair of jeans I’ve ever owned.”

He whistles. “Damn. That’s a crime to that ass.”

“Stop flirting with me,” I hiss. ”You know I can”t—we can”t…”I don”t know how to finish that sentence. ”Last night was a one-off. I can”t afford to go against what my mother expects.”

“No, I suppose not,” Sebastian agrees easily, stuffing his hand in his pocket as he leans in, and lowers his voice. ”Not in public anyway. But what exactly stops you from spending your lunch break with your legs over my shoulders while I eat you until you forget your name, huh?”

Oh.

That”s…a pertinent question.

* * *

”Please!”

”Please what?” the cruel monster looming over me asks, tapping his beautiful, thick cock right against my clit but refusing to slide it inside me, no matter how much I lift my hips to tempt him.

”Please, let me feel it.”

”You know the rules,” he reminds me, his voice almost singing. ”If you want to get fucked, you”re going to have to tell me.”

I”d like to say the current situation is a fluke, a one-time thing, completely out of character for a woman of sound mind such as myself. But it”s the twelfth time in less than half as many days I”m in the exact same position, so I”d say that”s not quite accurate.

”I”m yours!” I scream, and my torturer consents to slide his cock inside me, lifting my legs over my shoulders, bending me in two to reach deep inside me.

I”m right there, folded in two, ass in the air, Sebastian on top of me, when my bedroom door opens in front of Ari.

”Hi guys!” she doesn”t hesitate to walk in, her hand in Roman”s. ”You don”t mind if we join in, do you?”

She giggles, not waiting for an answer. And a good thing too, because all I can do is scream as I”m drilled, hard.

It”s not the first time we”re having sex in the same room. In fact, it”s happened most nights. I like being watched, and as it turns out, so does she. She asked if she could join us once, and Sebastian immediately declined. I can”t deny that was a relief.

”You can always bring someone, but Heritage only,” he told her. ”Hestia likes her privacy.”

I asked him what the Heritage was. I remembered the name from the NDA I signed, but I didn”t ask for details that first night.

”I”d tell you. But then you”d have to join,” he”d teased, kissing my cheek.

I haven”t pushed. It”s easy enough to guess it”s his kinky club. I quite like not being more involved than I already am. An NDA protects me and the members; that”s all that matters.

Outside of my room, Sebastian”s been respectful, giving me space, although I do see him too often for it to be a coincidence.

This works for me. My privacy, not making waves, and the most ribald of sexual encounters behind closed doors every day. So what if Sebastian demands I profess being his every time he has me naked and at his mercy? I don”t mind.

I”m so very close to coming, and Ari”s not very far off either, by the sound of it, when my phone rings on my nightstand.

Ugh.

It”s mostly always on silent, except for when one single contact calls: Mother.

My arousal dies an immediate death, all tension in my core deflating, as I hear the ringtone. I don”t pick up of course. It”s a video call, and the room”s not in a state to answer her.

Shit, I should have thought about her: she does call every Saturday morning.

The ringtone does stop eventually, but she”s effectively ruined the mood for me, and Sebastian can tell without my saying anything.

”What”s wrong?” he asks, never stopping the deep thrusts right at my G-spot.

I could get into it, but I”d much rather not. ”Nothing your cock can”t make me forget.”

He smirks, and does just that.