Stay Toxic

Chapter 29

I’m addicted to Sebastian’s bed. It’s a lot more comfortable than mine, and it fits the two of us. Plus, as much as we both enjoy being watched, there’s something to said for having a little privacy. Especially for trying new things.

“It’s not going to fit,” I grunt.

I’m not sure I would have said yes if he’d asked back in the dorm, but up here, at the top of his tower, it’s just us.

“It will. You just need to relax.”

His hand runs along my back, his cock pressing in with shallow thrusts.

I don’t know what got into him tonight. He woke me up by licking me out and he’s been relentless since. And after making me scream his name twice, he pulled me to my hands and knees and asked for this. The head of his cock is pushing against the tight ring of muscle that has never been breached and I’m not going to lie: it feels pretty awesome. But I seriously doubt I can fit more of him, no matter how much lube he lathers himself with. He has a huge fucking cock.

Sebastian’s fingers find my clit and rub it as he kisses my shoulder, pushing in more.

Fuck, it feels pretty amazing, and I’m dripping all over his sheet.

“Relax. Your ass could take a fucking fist, pervert. You just have to let it happen.”

I try to do just that, and holy fuck. While my muscles give in a little, he thrusts forward and I fall to the mattress, so full and overwhelmed.

“That’s it. Just a little more.”

I feel like my muscles have given up now, abandoning all thought of barring him when he feels so good. Sebastian dives all the way in in one smooth move, and both of us scream, grunt, and pant. My ass lifts to give him a better access; his pushes fast and hard and wet, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh wildly filling the air, along with the stench of sex.

“I’m not—oh, god, I’m not gonna last,” he grunts, never stopping.

“Me neither. Don’t try. I’m gonna—oh, fuck! Fuck!”

I’ve adored every single time we had sex, but this is different. It’s bestial, wild, downright filthy. And I love it.

There’s no stopping the onslaught of pleasure; I fall. I fall, hard, and Sebastian keeps fucking me through it, until he comes inside me with one last grunt, burying himself to the hilt and flooding my insides with heat.

I can’t move, and nor does he. I feel his heart beating wildly behind my back.

And then we’re both asleep.

* * *

Iwake up after him that morning, finding him in that armchair again, watching me.

“We’ve gotta talk.”

I wince. “Not what a girl wants to hear first thing in the morning.”

Especially not after getting fucked within an inch of her life.

I’m sore everywhere, and wince as I sit up.

“Yeah, well, I figured better in the morning than last night. But I don’t want to leave this longer.”

I brace myself, preparing for the worst. Whatever it is, I can take it. If he wants to break up with me, I wouldn’t be surprised, given all my baggage. I’ll thank him for everything he did for me, and move on. Be mature about it. I can absolutely do that.

Right?

“Okay.”

“I killed your mother last night.”

Seconds pass, dragging, and the words echo in my mind, again and again. They don’t make sense.

“What?”

“You’ll see another reason why she died, but I need you to know it was me. I can give you the details, if you want to hear them. The point is, she didn’t suffer.” He stands. “I’m not a violent person by nature, but she needed to go. Because of what she did to you in the past, but mostly because she was a danger to you now. She sent that guy after you, and she wasn’t going to stop. So I removed the problem.”

I can’t speak. I just stare.

I can’t make sense of the many feelings flooding my mind, from disbelief to elation and a sheer, bone-shaking sense of relief.

She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s dead. And he did it. For me.

It occurs to me that these are not the feelings I should have about my boyfriend telling me he killed my mother. I should be horrified. Maybe call the cops. But well, she raised me, so it’s only fitting that my sense of right and wrong is a bit askew.

If a wishing well had appeared in front of me and asked me for my heart’s greatest desire, I would have said, “Be rid of Senator Cole.” And it was only going to happen one way.

Maybe it’s the fact that I heard Rob openly discuss my murder with his girlfriend, but I’m not shocked by the idea of someone removing someone else from this earth for logical gain. Only this time, it was to my benefit.

“I know that’s a lot. You probably hate me for it. And if you don’t want anything to do with me, I get it. I will. I mean, I’ll absolutely keep bugging you until you change your mind, but I get it.”

“I don’t hate you,” I have to say, to make that crystal clear.

Not a single bit.

I love the fuck out of him, in fact.

“I…thank you. I don’t know how to thank you for that. I mean, it’s fucked up, and messy, and wrong, and I never would have actually asked you to do something like that, but I’m so damn grateful.”

“Aren’t you scared of me?”

I have to think about that for a moment. If someone had asked yesterday if I thought Sebastian capable of murder, I would have likely said no, but that wouldn’t have been the entire truth. I saw him as someone absolutely capable of getting rid of someone for logical, sensible reasons. He’s just not the kind to kill for fun.

“You don’t have anything to gain or anyone to protect by killing me, so no.”

But if someone did anything to mark themselves as his enemy? They should be scared.

He smiles. “I guess now’s not the time to ask you to marry me, huh?”