Chapter 18 #2
My chest rises and falls quickly as I watch him, his words washing over me and burning a path straight between my thighs.
“From one glance?” I rasp out, sliding the other strap off and tugging it down to my hips.
The purple lace bra is bright against my skin, making the swells of my cupped breasts pop.
“Fuck,” Sebastian says, his eyes not moving from the sight. “Take it off. I need to see all of you.” He pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto his desk.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I toy with the fabric of my dress, pulling slightly to expose the waistline of the matching panties.
“Yes, from one fucking glance.” He growls, taking a step toward me.
I fling the other shoe off and take a step away from him, raising a hand. “You know what that sounds like, right?”
He grimaces. “Don’t,” he warns. “You are mine, that’s all that matters.”
“And what if I want more?” I ask him.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He groans, running a hand through his hair and messing it up.
“Except love me?”
Sebastian swallows, and I can see his throat bob.
I stare at him, the same frustrations from college roaring to the surface.
He never opened up to me about his past, even though I told him every single detail of my life while I was with him.
He asked me to be patient to give him time to explain his holdback, but their insinuation that my brother is working with the mafia is making me irritable. His excuse is starting to wear thin.
Pushing the dress off, it falls to my feet, and I step out of it.
His eyes track down the rest of my body, and I walk toward him, pushing him to sit back down in his chair.
He follows without hesitation, and I climb into his lap, straddling him.
His hands come up and grab my hips, squeezing the flesh in a tight grip.
I grab his face in my hands, tilting it to look up at me. “You’re going to fuck me, and then you’re going to release me from the contract,” I whisper against his lips, but refrain from kissing him. We can’t move forward without him trusting me with his heart and trusting me to stay.
I move to kiss along his jaw as I rock against his erection, pushing my heated core closer.
His fingers tighten. “Is that so?” His voice is low and coarse.
I know he won’t, but he has to know this is the line I’m going to draw.
I don’t answer as I suck on his neck underneath his ear and skim my hands down his stomach to his pants, undoing them.
He grunts and one of his hands slides up my back to unclasp my bra.
He pulls my hand out of his pants before I can grab onto what I want, takes off my bra, drops it to the floor, and cups both of my breasts in his palms. I arch into him, gripping onto his wrists as one of his hands comes up to wrap around my neck and tilt my head back, pushing my chest closer to him as he sucks a taut nipple into his mouth.
I cry out at the strong pull and rock against him again. “Please,” I whimper. I need to feel him inside me.
Sebastian stops with a pop of his lips and he forces me to look back at him.
His arm wraps around my lower back, his hand gripping one ass cheek, and he starts to stand.
I scramble to lock my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries us to the couch on the other side of his office.
He lowers us onto it, fitting himself between my legs, his hand propped up near my head and the other still on my neck. Sebastian stares down at me as I try to arch my hips to rub against him.
“I wish we had the time so I could worship your body properly,” he mutters as he lets go of my neck to trail a hand down to my stomach “But we’ll save that for another day.
Because I’m going to fuck you, Gianna, but I’m never going to let you go.
You’re going to take my name, I’m going to fill this belly with my children, and no other man is ever going to touch you again.
” He growls, his eyes flashing with malice, and I can’t even answer before he rips my panties off in one sharp tug.
I gasp as he leans back and shoves his pants and boxers down. I can feel the warmth of his hard cock as he nudges my entrance, but he pauses and his hands come to encase me on both sides of my head.
“Do you understand me? You’re never going to be free of me.” He thrusts forward, pushing in till he bottoms out and groans. I cry out, pushing up at his chest. I wasn’t ready for the size of him and it hurts.
Sebastian stays still, kissing the side of my face as I dig my nails into his pecs.
“Fucking bastard,” I grit out. I can feel his chuckle on my skin, and one of his hands drops down to rub my clit.
I try to fight the pleasure of it, not wanting to give in after the cruelty he just inflicted, but the slow rocking motions of his hips have me groaning.
My hands slide up to grab onto his shoulders.
He pulls halfway out before thrusting back in, and I know I’m losing the battle.
“So fucking good.” He grunts as he picks up speed, almost pulling entirely out before slamming back into me. I wrap my legs tighter around him, trying to match his thrusts. He’s right, it feels incredible.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he rasps, sitting back and grasping my lifted hips in a tight hold. The new angle has me gasping, trying to catch my breath and he pushes in deeper. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed you so much.”
Jesus christ, I can’t hold back the orgasm triggered by his words, and his fingers dig harder into my sides as he follows me.
I can feel the throbbing of his dick as he comes inside me, and my eyes roll back from the sensation.
It’s dangerous. I’m not on birth control, but there’s something primal about the action that has me so turned on I swear I could come again.
He lets go of my hips to collapse on top of me, his face falling into my neck as we both pant in silence. I enjoy the pressure of his body on mine and secretly love that he hasn’t pulled his softening cock out of me.
I stare at the ceiling as our breathing calms, and I can feel our mess starting to leak out onto the couch.
Sebastian groans, pushing off on the cushions to sit up.
He looks down between my legs as his dick slips out and he smirks, reaching up to drag his leaking cum trailing between my cheeks and pushing it back into my pussy.
His fingers are pumping slowly into me as I watch him.
The reminder of the very real possibility of him knocking me up gives me the courage to push forward. “Stop,” I say, breathily. He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before settling back down next to me on the couch.
I swallow, and face him more on my side. If we’re going to build that bridge of trust, I know I have to be the one to start. “I want to talk about the night I ran.”
He tenses and blows out a breath. “Okay.”
Closing my eyes, I recall that night. “I was walking to the bar after class. I decided to just skip changing and meet up with you guys earlier.” I leave out my insecurity of thinking he was cheating; that’s a secret I’ll take to the grave.
His hold tightens around me, and my forehead pinches.
“Since I was coming from the mathematics building, I was walking up on the backside of the bar and heard a bunch of noises coming from the alley on the side.”
“Gianna…” he whispers.
I shake my head, making it known I don’t want him to interrupt me.
I lock onto his cobalt blue stare. “I only got a step in before I saw it was you, Nico, and some other men I’ve never seen before.
There was a man kneeling before you… and you—the gun.
God, the shot was so loud that I almost didn’t believe it was real.
Then the blood… it was so—” The words catch in my throat, and he lets go of me to rub his hand over his eyes.
“Fuck,” he drawls out, and I watch him in silence for a moment before he finally looks back at me.
“You thought I murdered someone?”
I grimace. “You did, Sebastian.”
He nods. “Right, I did. I meant you thought I murdered an innocent someone.”
My heart aches in my throat. “Were they not?”
“No,” he says softly. “It was someone that had been following you for over a week and I finally caught him. He had photos of us on his phone, and then he taunted me, saying he was going to fuck you once he got rid of me. At the time, I didn’t know who had sent him, but I knew it was unsafe to leave him alive. ”
“At the time? You found out after?” I ask.
Sebastian nods, his fingers running over my side. “Yeah.” He kisses my temple. “Let’s get home.”
I can feel he wants to drop the subject for now, and that should worry me because he obviously doesn’t want to share who sent the man.
But I swallow down the question, feeling lighter now that he knows what happened.
It’s been heavy on my mind and soul. After finding the boxes in the office and deciding that I don’t want to leave Sebastian, we needed to put it to rest. I still love him as much as I did back then, even if it hurts me to do so.