Chapter 14 #2
“I knew you, Sebastian," I whisper. “At least the man inside, the one you rarely showed anyone.”
His eyes brighten with amusement when I look at him. “You think so?”
I trace his mouth with my finger. “You’re the type of man who ensured I always had something to eat when I would forget from the stress of class, who would always choose action movies because they’re Nico’s favorite, even though you hate them.
The type of man who remembered my favorite type of pen for taking notes, the color of sticky notes I used for each course, when—”
“Stop,” he demands, pulling away from me.
I grab the back of his neck and bring him back, kissing him.
He groans into my mouth, pressing me against the elevator wall.
His hands pull at the waistband of my sweats and I kick them off.
He lifts me in the next second, my bare ass touching the cold metal of the hand rails.
“I hate you so much that I don’t hate you at all,” I whisper against his mouth.
“I know.”
Sebastian twists my underwear into his fist, ripping them off me in one sharp tug.
My eyes instantly water, and I let out a cry at the pain.
He holds them up between us, sniffing them before his gaze locks back on me.
It shouldn’t turn me on, but god, it does.
The crazy bastard is the sexiest man I’ve ever met.
Without bothering to fully unbutton his pants, Sebastian unzips and pulls his cock through the open hole, stroking his length harder.
He pushes himself into me before I can say anything else, his forehead falling onto mine as we groan.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts my other leg into his elbow, adjusting us as he thrusts deeper, letting gravity impale me on his cock.
My eyes roll back at the stretch of him, a low painful burn since he usually prepares me more for his size.
Sebastian jostles me, and he sinks till he’s buried completely inside me.
I gasp when I feel the roughness of his pants rub against my ass, and I remember where we are. I snap my head forward.
“We shouldn’t—”
He kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth in a harsh command to be silent.
“You’re mine. I’ll take you wherever I damn well please.”
He lifts me and then drops me just as quickly while thrusting forward at the same time. I grunt at the shock when he reaches the end of me, and my eyes water. I’ll never get used to the sting of pleasurable pain.
“Sebastian,” I say, but that’s all I can get out.
I’m not sure what I want to say. I don’t want him to stop, but I hate myself for falling so easily back into him.
Maybe it’s the leftover adrenaline from thinking he was hurt, maybe it’s the nostalgia of being brought to one of our old date spots, or maybe I’m just that desperate for him and I’m afraid to admit it.
Ignoring me, he continues to fuck me with his thick cock, picking up the pace as my pussy tightens around him.
Sebastian pushes me against the elevator wall, resting me on the railings, and starts to pound into me.
His ragged breathing in my ear has my orgasm drawing near, and I hesitantly let go of his shoulder to drop a hand and rub at myself.
He pulls his head back to watch and licks his lip. “You gonna come on my cock, mon c?ur?”
I nod and he swears. His eyes squeeze shut as he loses himself in our pleasure, panting in my ear.
“Yeah, yeah you are.”
“There we go, Gianna.”
“Come with me.”
“Fuck. Take every fucking drop, Gianna. I’m going to put my baby in you.”
His words have the effect they always do on me. I shatter, the pleasure so intense that I forget how to breathe as my nails dig into his shoulders.
Sebastian follows me over the edge, grunting as his cock throbs.
My eyes flutter shut at the feel of his cum filling me.
His lips brush my forehead and then my ear again before he pulls away.
He sets me on my feet and I grab my sweats, shivering at the feel of his cum running down my leg.
When he moves to kiss me again, I shake my head and slam the button to continue the elevator up.
“Gianna?”
I’m quiet, crossing my arms over my chest as I stare at the rising numbers.
I had decided to stop giving my body to him without proof he cares about me, and I folded instantly.
I could blame it on almost being shot, but that irritates me further.
It’s a reminder of the dangerous life he lives, and what I could potentially be pulled into if I stay with him.
I have no idea what he got into in college, but I’m sure it’s worse now. And murder is already pretty bad.
When the doors open, he moves to stop me.
“Just leave me alone,” I say, pushing past him to get into the penthouse.
He catches my elbow. “No. You’re not walking away until you tell me what your fucking problem is.”
I laugh in his face. “It’s the same problem it always has been.
God, I thought I was past this, that I was strong enough not to fall for you again.
But the biggest joke is I never stopped.
I love you and you will never love me. I could barely stand the touch of anyone else, and the first time I see you, you’re on the arm of another woman.
And then I’m devastated at the thought of you dying.
” I almost tell him about the murder I witnessed, and how I hate that if it came down to it, I’d rather watch him shoot someone again if it guaranteed his safety. I’m not sure what that says about me.
His eyes flare and he pulls me closer. “And you were on the arm of another man, Gianna. You had these lips on another man.”
My shoulders rise and fall. “I was trying to move on, just like you were. And then you roped us back into this misery.”
Sebastian leans into my face, our noses brushing. “If you ever thought I moved on, let me shatter that delusion right now. That’s never going to happen.”
I swallow down the hopeful ache growing in my throat. “We’re not good for each other—”
“No. One. Else. There is no one else for us, there never will be.”
My eyes fall to his mouth, and I lick my lips. “Tell me.”
He blows out a breath, and it fans across my face. “They’re just words, Gianna. They don’t mean anything.”
I yank out of his hold, stepping away and glaring.
“Then it shouldn’t matter to say them. If you truly believed they didn’t mean anything, then you wouldn’t be afraid.
And that’s why I can’t let it go. You refuse to tell me you love me after everything we’ve gone through, the years that have passed, and you’re still…
lying to me, to yourself. It’s not enough.
It wasn’t back then, but I held hope, and time was on our side.
Now it’s not. Think about what you want, Sebastian.
Because some people aren’t even lucky enough to get a second chance to begin with, and yours is dwindling. ”
Before he can respond, I rush to our bedroom, but he catches the door before I can slam it shut. He storms toward me until I fall backwards onto the bed, glaring up at him. Sebastian opens his nightstand, grabbing the handcuffs before turning back to me.
My mouth opens and I scramble to move across the mattress, but his hand snakes around my ankle and he pulls me to him. I try to kick out, but he straddles me, rendering my legs useless. He yanks my arms closer to the headboard, and I try to buck him off me.
“Get off!” I scream.
We’re both panting as he wrestles me into place, and I shiver from the cold metal wrapping my wrist before it’s tightly secured to one loop that hangs from the corner.
I sneer. “Custom made? You keep all your whores locked up?”
He grabs my jaw roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “No one but you, Gianna. But since you clearly stated earlier, I can’t fucking trust you.”
He climbs off the bed, and my panic starts to creep in.
“Don’t leave me like this,” I plead. I can move my arm easily, and my other hand is free, but I’ll be stuck on this bed, cum dripping down my thighs until he comes to unlock me.
Sebastian swallows, looking over at me and shaking his head. “I won’t be long.”