Chapter 15 – Sebastian #2
My heart lurches, the most magnificent of sensations slamming into me with the force of a tidal wave. That is exactly what I want to be to her. But being her home will only destroy her. “I am not a safe place for anyone.”
“If I wanted safe, I wouldn’t have stayed.
” She blows out an exasperated sigh, and her warm, sweet breath fans across my lips.
“I’m not afraid. I don’t believe in this curse.
” She chews on her lip, waiting for me to lash out, only I don’t have the strength when she’s stolen all the wind from my sails.
“To me, your children aren’t cursed. To me, you’re not cursed.
I only see you. And them. And unfortunate, heartbreaking, life-changing loss. ”
“You can’t know that. You can’t possibly know that for certain. I never believed in it either until I watched Nora fall from the sky and explode before my children’s fucking eyes!” I bark, my anger once again ratcheting up.
“My father killed my mother!” she cries, her hand on my neck now, her eyes on mine.
“He killed her in a car accident. It was an accident. No malice. But it forever changed the course of our lives. Your family has endured unspeakable heartache, but a curse that does not make. Your fear is hurting all of you. It’s hurting your children. ”
My hands grip her arms tighter in warning. “Shut up, Bellamy. Just shut the fuck up already.”
“Or what? You’ll fire me?”
“Is that what you want? To go? Is that why you’re doing this?!”
“No. I want to stay! I want to be here with your children! With you!”
In a flash my lips slam down on hers, my kiss smothering the oomph and shock that expel past her lips. But I had to shut her up, and I didn’t know how else to do it.
When I realize what I’ve done, I growl into her, biting her bottom lip. Frustrated she pushed me this far. Frustrated I lost my cool and took what I’ve been wanting from the start. Because now that my lips have pressed to hers and we’ve crossed this irrevocable line, I need more and more and more.
She whimpers, but my tongue is there, licking the sting away, the faint metallic taste of her blood driving me higher. Making me primal. In a flash, I move us until I have her pressed against the wall, my kiss hungry, driven by pure lust and fury.
Months of dancing around this, and I’ve finally snapped.
It was her words tonight that pushed me over the edge. The fear and frenzy swirling through me that caused me to break.
Her hands make fists on my suit jacket while her lips open for me. My tongue takes full advantage, diving into the heat of her mouth with punishing urgency. The taste of whiskey and a sweetness that’s all Bellamy wash over me, and I growl once more.
Her tongue thrashes with mine, just as angry and violent with me as I am with her.
I set a torturous, feverish pace, taking control and forcing her into submission with my chest hard against hers.
Burning, uncontainable heat shoots through me at the feel of her soft tits squished into me.
My cock is rock-hard, and I thrust it against her belly.
She moans when she feels it, her hands tangling up in my hair.
I break the kiss, my lips and teeth scraping down her jaw and along her neck.
Sucking on her skin, I inhale her scent.
Her fair skin reddens so easily, and my cock jerks at the sight of it.
I want to mark her sweet skin. Taste more of her blood.
Ripping at the neckline of her blouse, my teeth sink into her shoulder until she cries out.
I lick along the ring of bitemarks I just made and smile.
“Asshole, that hurt.” She grabs my face and brings my lips back to hers.
“We both know you liked it.” I bite her lip again to prove my point, and sure enough, she grinds her cunt against me, seeking friction.
I doubt she’s even aware she did that. My hand meets her thigh beneath the hem of her skirt, and then I’m sliding it up and up until I’m cupping and gripping the globe of her perfect ass in my palm.
“Ah. Oh my god. Your Majesty, I wasn’t done talking to you.”
I smirk against her lips. “Talk to me after I make you come.” Pressing in harder against her, I slip my finger into the fabric of her underwear over her cunt from behind. “Fuck, you’re soaking fucking wet for me.”
“Oh god. Oh god. I have to… Fuck.”
My lips layer with hers as I watch her stunning, blissed-out face, needing to see what she looks like when she comes for me. I ring her dripping entrance with my middle finger and thrust it up into her.
“Tight. Holy hell, how is your cunt this tight?” My cock pulses in my pants, anxious to feel this grip for itself. I start to pump into her, her body trembling and her eyes closed.
“Because I’m a virgin.”
And everything stops. Freezes. Time stands still.
“What?” I finally manage. I pull my finger out of her, but I don’t go far. I continue to play with her because surely I misheard that.
Her eyes snap open and meet mine, hazy and lust-drunk, but now shy and a bit reserved, which is not Bellamy. “I’m a virgin.”
Fuck. Just fuck. What have I done? I collapse to the floor on my knees, my hands on my thighs, panting as I sit back and stare up at her. “Explain.”
Her eyebrows hit her hairline, but she looks so beautiful like this. Hair tussled from my hands, back pressed against the wall, chest heaving. “Explain what? That I’ve never had sex before?”
“Yes. Have you done anything with anyone? Has anyone ever touched you before? Made you come.”
“No. Not really.”
Dear God, I truly am a bastard.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m twenty-one. It’s well past time for me, and if I didn’t want you, then I would have stopped you. Did you not feel how wet I am? Newsflash, Your Majesty. I. Want. You. Now what are you going to do about it?”