Stay Toxic

31. Sebastian

Ishould do the whole wine-and-dine thing, and put the ring in a damn cake or something, but once it’s in my pocket, I throw all thought of following someone else’s script out the window and hunt her down.

I find her in the library, hunched over a dusty book, her reading glasses on. Of course, I do.

“I fucking love when you wear glasses.” Who would have thought the sexy librarian vibe would work for me?

“Not as much as I love when you roll up your sleeves,” she quips.

I glance at the title of the book she’s reading and wince. “Boring. Why you’re in law school, I’ll never know.”

She looks up and grins. “Me neither. That’s why I’ll drop out next semester.”

I grin, lowering my mouth to press my lips against hers. “You will?”

Her eyes stay fixed on my lips, neither of us sated by the quick, chaste kiss.

“My course of study was Mother’s choice, not mine. I’m switching to a Master of Literature starting in January, I think. I just wanted to discuss it with you.”

“You don’t need my permission for anything, Hestia.”

“I know. I just wanted your advice. Mother had a point: I’m a majority shareholder of Cole Industries, and I need to understand the legalese when a contract lands on my desk. I think I’ve studied enough to get the basics. What I need, now, is someone I can truly trust to manage the more complex elements, you know?”

“Marius,” he says without hesitation. “He’s pre-law, and intends to specialize in the corporate sector. And you’ll be family.”

“Perfect. We should probably meet. You know, outside of kinky galas.”

“You’re the one who never wanted to come to parties with us,” I remind her teasingly.

“Well, now I have a full wardrobe ready to come out and play.”

It’s amusing that now she has complete freedom, she hasn’t changed her style much. There are more colors and jeans, sure, but honestly? Loretta might have approved of the clothes she’s wearing now: a blue, high-waisted A-line pleated skirt reaching her knees, with a matching cardigan and a burgundy polo underneath.

She never needed to try to control her to have a perfect doll ready for society. Her daughter was always perfect as-is.

Though to be fair, she’s a filthy pervert under the preppy look.

I prove it all over again by leaning in and offering, “How would you feel about checking out something a little more interesting in the stacks?”

I’d say it was the first time I’ve convinced her to have a quickie against the bookshelves, but I’d be lying. She’s always on the top floor, which is generally pretty quiet. It’s just too tempting. And I think we both love the risk of getting caught.

Pressed up against her, lifting her ass, I’m balls-deep into her drenched cunt, and she’s trying to keep quiet and mostly failing. Her skirt’s rolled up, and her legs around my hips. I don’t think she could possibly be hotter than she is right now. Then I slide my hand under her shirt and uncover her heavy tits, and I’m proven wrong. Fucking gorgeous.

“Yes!” she moans, bringing the back of her hand to her mouth, and biting down to prevent herself from screaming.

I know she’s so very close by the way she strangles my cock, so I slide my hand under her and find her ass. I know my pervert loves it when both of her holes are full.

She comes almost immediately, and I ride the waves of pleasure rippling through my core, letting go with her.

“Fuck. We have to stop doing this.”

She says that every time after the fact, but she never refuses, so I just laugh.

“Seriously, what if Walter found us?”

“Walter?”

“The librarian,” she explains. “He’d never look at me the same.”

“Yeah, he’d probably be a lot harder,” I quip, thoroughly entertained.

I could tell her the main librarian is a Heritage guy like me, and has seen and done much worse, but I don’t want to get off course today. Not when I’m already on my knees, sliding her panties back up.

It’s only fitting to do this here, with my cum inside her, after drilling her.

I get the box out of my pocket and lift it up, opening the lid so she can see it.

She gasps.

“Ari found this one,” I confess. “She, Tanya, and I have been looking for the perfect one for weeks, and nothing fit. They’re either too gaudy, or too small, or quite simply not you. But this? This is perfect for you. You know why?”

I get to my feet again, sliding the ring on her finger. And yeah, I realize I haven’t asked, but let’s face it. We both already know she’s mine.

“Because after meeting you at the gala, my aunt gave the choker you wore that night to my mom so she could keep it for me. She said she could tell you’d be part of our family, and she wanted you to have it. So this one’s what’s right for you: a ring that reminds you that it might not have been under your parents’ roof, but you have a family.”

The ring’s the opposite of the choker: small sapphires surrounding a large diamond, but they match, echoing each other.

I’ll have to find earrings and a bracelet to go with it, for our anniversaries, because this is forever.

“I guess I have to pretend it’s a question,” I grumble reluctantly. “So, are you gonna marry me, pervert?”

She doesn’t bother to answer, bringing her lips to mine, and opening my pants all over again.

The End