8. Sebastian
Chapter 8
Sebastian
I weave through the crowded hallways, spotting Lil just ahead. She slips into the lecture hall, and I follow. Inside, she settles into a seat near the back.
I wait until the professor arrives before casually taking the seat next to her, effectively trapping her. “Fancy seeing you here, princess.”
I won’t and can’t give her a chance to escape.
Lil jumps in her seat, whisper-yelling as the professor starts the lecture. “What are you doing?”
I give her my most charming smile. “What, I can’t sit in on a lecture? Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
She frowns, clearly wanting me to leave. But she doesn’t say it. I’ll take that as a win.
Resting my arm on the back of her chair, I relax and prepare for her to shoo me away. But again. Nothing. I’ll take that as a second win .
I whisper into her ear. “Now, care to tell me why you haven’t been coming to watch me practice again?”
It’s a good thing she has her hair up because I can see the hair on her neck standing out and goosebumps erupting on her skin. Skin that undeniably is missing my mark.
“Did I do something to offend you, princess?”
“Shh, the class has started,” she whispers back harshly.
I settle back in my seat. She’s avoiding the subject, but I’m not done yet.
The lecture drags on, and she refuses to look at me. I take the opportunity to admire her profile, the slope of her nose, and the curve of her lips. Desire coils in my gut as I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock as she kneels before me and those beautiful eyes locked with mine. Oh, the things I want to do to her. The things I will do to her.
See what you do to me, princess? I never had this with other girls.
Let’s see if I can make you at least look at me. I rest my other hand on her bare thigh. Her body jerks and a little whimper escapes her lips.
“Everything okay over there?” The professor looks in our direction.
“Yes, sorry. I had to sneeze.” I doubt he’ll believe me, but he continues.
Lil’s face and neck are as red as a tomato. Adorable .
I rub slow circles on her inner thigh as her breaths become shallower, and she struggles to pay attention to the lecture. You can’t fool me, princess. My fingers trace higher, and—
“Stop.” Lil grabs my hand in a vice grip.
My breath tickles her ear. “Make me, princess.” I turn my head, catching those mesmerizing eyes of hers. If we weren’t in this stuffy lecture hall, I’d have her against the wall, my lips devouring hers until we’re both breathless.
But I can’t. Not here. Not now. I’ve pushed her enough for one day.
Slowly, I withdraw my hand from her thigh, the heat of her skin lingering on my fingertips. I force myself to face forward, pretending to give a damn about whatever the professor is droning on about.
She’s biting her lip, her hand still hovering where mine was seconds ago. Is that… disappointment on her face? Fuck, I can’t tell if she’s relieved or frustrated that I stopped.
The lecture goes on, but she’s frozen in place, and her pencil remains suspended above her notepad, not a single word scrawled across the page. Her mind is elsewhere. On me? The thought sends a thrill through me.
The minutes drag by, and I imprint every little movement in my mind. The way she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear or the way she worries her bottom lip with her teeth.
When the lecture finally ends, I’m on my feet in an instant. Lil is slower to rise, gathering her things with deliberate movements .
My princess can’t avoid me forever.
I block her path as she tries to leave the lecture hall. “Not so fast, princess. Your phone, please.”
She clutches her bag tighter, her eyes narrowing. “Why do you want my phone?”
“Just need to check something. Won’t take long.”
She stands her ground, chin tilted up. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you my phone.”
Well, well. It looks like my princess has some fire in her, after all. I knew she wasn’t a timid little mouse. I step closer, towering over her. “It wasn’t a request.”
She doesn’t back down, meeting my gaze head-on. “And I wasn’t asking for permission.”
Fuck, the way she challenges me. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to take what I want.
I lean in, my voice low and gravelly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, princess.”
“I’m not playing any games, Sebastian.”
The way my name rolls off her tongue. Fuck. I want to hear her scream it as I make her come undone beneath me.
I reach out, tucking that stray lock I love so much behind her ear. She flinches at my touch but doesn’t move away. “You sure about that?”
Her eyes flicker to my lips, then back up. “I’m sure.”
I could take her phone. Take what I want. But where’s the fun in that ?
No, I want her to give it to me willingly. To submit to me. Willingly. Fine. A few nudges here and there to coax her out of her shell.
Let’s take baby steps.
I turn to the guy sitting behind us. “Hey, you got a pen I can borrow?”
“Sure, man.” He nods, handing me one. “Here you go.”
Lil regards me. “What are you doing?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I encircle the delicate skin of her wrist with my fingers and write my number on her arm.
Her breath hitches, and her pulse quickens beneath my fingertips. Fuck. Even the slightest touch has an effect on her. I take my time, making sure each digit is clear and legible, relishing the warmth and the softness of her skin.
When I’m done, I lift her wrist to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on the ink. Her skin tastes sweet, and it’s addictive. Like Chocolate. I can’t wait to taste her.
“Text me.”
Face burning, Lil snatches her hand back and cradles it to her chest as if trying to protect herself from me. From the way I make her feel. “Sebastian, I…”
“Text me, princess. That’s all I’m asking.” For now, at least.
Her eyes dart between mine. She wants me, but she’s scared, and I get it. I’m not exactly boyfriend material, according to everyone. But fuck, I want her.
“I-I need to go.” She walks past me.
Time for the next step in my seduction .
“Walk you to your next class?” I ask.
“I’m fine on my own.”
“I insist.” I fall into step beside her and check her schedule on my phone. “You have Economics next, don’t you? I’m headed that way, anyway.”
Lil stops, her eyes perusing over me. “How do you know that?”
“A gentleman never tells.”
She shakes her head and starts walking again. Faster.
I keep up with my longer strides. “There’s no point in running away, princess. I’m not letting you go that easily.”
“I’m not running away. I just don’t want to be late for my next lecture.”
“Liar.” I grab her arm, pushing her against the wall in the hallway. Lil stumbles, her hands splaying on my chest, and I cage her in, bracing my hands on either side of her head. “Why are you running away?”
“I’m not.” But even now, her attention is on the people around us instead of me.
I know I didn’t want to push her further, but fuck, my brain doesn’t work when I’m around her. “Can you pretend for one second not to hate me? I still have my card, remember?”
“That’s—”
“You punched me.”
“Fine.”
“Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t… hate you.” Her eyes dart back and forth between mine and then down to my mouth.
Not good. Just this much is enough to make my cock twitch.
“Hmm.” I cup the back of her neck and brush my lips over hers in a feather-light kiss. “How about you apologize again so I can kiss you?”
She shivers, her eyes fluttering shut, and her mouth slightly opens as an invitation I gladly take. With a gentle pull, I bring her closer to me for a deep kiss. Third win of the day. And a sweet one.
She not only smells like chocolate but tastes like it, too. Her fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me closer to my astonishment. I want to drown in her. Forever. I break away, and my eyes roam over her face, taking in her flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and glazed eyes. Beautiful. That’s exactly the view I wanted to have again.
“Sorry.” Her voice is breathy and soft.
I chuckle. “Not now, princess. Or I won’t be able to control myself anymore.”
And it’s the truth. I’m barely hanging on by a thread. If she apologizes again, if she looks at me with those big, innocent eyes, I’ll have her right here in this hallway, consequences be damned.
Suddenly, she stiffens up, her hands pushing against my chest. “I have to get to my lecture.”
But I don’t budge. I can’t. Not yet.
“Then go.” I nip her bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp from her. So responsive. “And don’t forget to text me. ”
“I—”
“It’s just a text. I think we already skipped that step.”
“I’ll save it.”
“You will text me in the next 24 hours, or next time, I won’t stop.” I place my hand on her upper thigh, inching up her skirt. “Unless you want to provoke that, too. What will it be, princess?”
She nods.
“Good girl.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “See you soon.” With a salute, I saunter off before my body takes over and does something that’s too early. Like drag her into the next room and fuck her until the only name those lips form is my name. Before that can happen, I have to make her want me as much as I want her. And I will.
My princess.
I’ll make damn sure of it because after that kiss, I won’t settle for anything less than having her, body and soul. No matter what it takes.