Chapter 17 Did You Make Her Suffer
His hands stayed firm on her hips, holding her still when she tried to shift beneath him. His breath dragged raggedly against her skin, every exhale hot and uneven. For a long, trembling heartbeat, he just looked at her — the wildness in his eyes barely contained.
“Emily…” His voice was a low scrape, dark with need.
She felt the tremor in him, the heat radiating from his chest as he moved in closer, surrounding her until there was nowhere to hide. His hands swept up her sides in long strokes before sliding back down to cradle her hips, holding her in place.
He pressed close to Emily, his lips near her ear, tracing delicate patterns with the tip of his tongue. He followed the curve down to her earlobe, gently sucking and nipping it, sending shivers down her spine.
He held himself back for a moment, letting the tension build, before slowly sliding inside her, taking his time to savor the sensation.
“Do you feel me, baby?” he whispered, his voice husky, warm against her ear. “I can feel you clenching around me.”
“Mmmhh…” Emily moaned softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Every touch, every movement sent waves of warmth through her, as if she were floating in a delicious dream.
His hips pressed into her, circling in slow, intoxicating motions that drew a deep, shuddering response from her.
“Ahh…” Emily gasped, her legs wrapping around his hips, heels pressing into his sides, her back arching to deepen their connection.
Sebastian clenched his jaw, resisting the wild pull of desire building inside him. But Emily’s response, her every movement and gasp, awakened a darker, fiercer need in him. His rhythm remained steady, pressing into her with precision that left her trembling.
“Sebastian, please…” Emily whispered, her voice soft but desperate.
That single plea was all it took. Sebastian captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss, his body driving against hers with a slow, controlled intensity that left them both gasping.
“Is it good?” he murmured, pressing his lips to her ear, his voice low and intimate.
“Mmmhmm…” Emily moaned, arching into him, seeking more, needing more.
“You want more, Emily?” he asked, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her earlobe, voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she breathed, surrendering to the ache of need that had replaced her sleep.
Sebastian’s hand cupped her breast, rolling the soft peak under his thumb, delighting in the way her body melted beneath him. Every motion, every shiver, every subtle curve of her form drew him deeper into her, intoxicating him.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, while his other hand slid down to tease her, fingers tracing her most intimate curves with careful, consuming touches.
“Ahhh…” Emily cried out, her hand flying to the back of Sebastian’s head, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging helplessly.
The pleasure coursing through her body was overwhelming, a deep, pulsing heat that spread from her throat to the very core of her being until her hips trembled with the force of it.
“Oh God,” she gasped, but Sebastian only answered with a low growl. His hips drove forward harder, each thrust deep, shaking the bed beneath them.
“Ahh… ahhh… ahhhh…” Each stroke wrung a cry from her lips, her breath turning ragged and broken as the rhythm of his body consumed her.
His thumb moved over her clit in merciless, quick circles, drawing desperate sounds from her throat while his mouth remained at her neck, suckling and tasting her as if he could drink every shiver she gave him.
“I love the way you feel,” he rasped against her skin when he finally lifted his mouth, his voice dark and rough with desire. His teeth grazed her shoulder before his lips soothed the mark with a kiss.
Emily’s hands slid down to his waist, clutching at him. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer. All she knew was the pleasure was too much, stealing the breath from her lungs.
Her body clenched around him, hot and wet, holding him tight as he pushed deeper. She could feel him swell inside her, each movement making her tremble harder.
Sebastian growled. He slammed into her with raw need, driving so deep she could only cry out and arch against him, lost to the storm of sensation.
When he felt her close to breaking, something darker sparked in his gaze. With one smooth, powerful motion, he pulled out and shifted, sitting back on his knees. He caught her easily and guided her onto his lap, her back to his chest, his arms caging her in place.
Emily gasped as he filled her again from behind, his length stretching her as he thrust upward. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide as he began to move with deep, relentless strokes that left her shaking in his hold.
“Sebastian…!” she cried, her voice breaking into a moan as the new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.
He buried his face against her shoulder, teeth grazing her skin before his lips soothed the mark he’d made. His hips drove upward in hard, controlled thrusts, each one making her body jolt and tremble with helpless pleasure.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured roughly into her ear, his voice full of hunger and awe. “Feel how perfectly you take me… how good you feel around me.”
Emily could only whimper and hold onto his arms, her body shaking as he moved faster, deeper, driving her closer to the edge. His thumb found her swollen nub again, rubbing in circles that made her cry out and arch helplessly.
The shock of pleasure made her jolt forward on instinct, slipping from his hold and landing on her hands and knees.
A low, hungry growl rumbled from Sebastian’s chest. He caught her wrists before she could move away and drew her back against him with effortless strength. In one powerful motion, he slid back into her, filling her in a single, claiming thrust that ripped a sharp cry from her throat.
“Emily…” His voice was a rough whisper against her ear, dark and breathless. One hand braced against the bed for leverage while the other wrapped firmly around her throat.
His teeth grazed the soft skin there, a sharp nip followed by a soothing lick.
Emily’s face flushed with heat, the intensity almost blinding. Every nerve in her body was alive, every breath coming out ragged and broken. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, echoing with her soft cries and the low, guttural sounds he made as he moved.
She was lost to the rhythm, her limbs trembling, unable to control her own movements as he took complete command — deep, hard strokes that left her shaking and breathless.
“Ahhh… Sebastian…” she gasped, the sound half moan, half plea.
His grip tightened slightly at her throat, enough to make her shudder, enough to draw out a new wave of heated pleasure. His hips snapped forward again, faster, harder, until the sensations blurred into something wild and consuming.
“Stay with me, baby,” he rasped, eyes clenched shut for a moment as if fighting for control himself.
Emily barely had time to process the surge building inside her before it broke.
A sharp, helpless cry tore from her throat as pleasure crashed through her.
Intense, pulsing waves left her trembling around him.
But Sebastian didn’t stop; his steady, claiming rhythm kept driving her higher, pulling another release from her before the first had even faded.
Emily could only whimper and clutch at Sebastian’s arms, her breath breaking in ragged gasps as he moved against her. Every glide of his body drew her closer to a place where control no longer existed.
When the overwhelming rush made her jolt forward on instinct, Sebastian’s hands were already there. He caught her wrists easily, dragging her back against him in one fluid, commanding pull. His body followed, pressing her down.
“Stay right here,” he murmured, his voice a deep, husky growl that vibrated against her ear. His palm slid from her waist to the delicate column of her throat, holding her still.
The sound of his breath was uneven now, heavier, as if he was fighting to keep control even while he stole hers. His other hand gripped her hip, guiding her back to meet the demanding thrusts of his body. Each movement was harder than the last.
“Sebastian…” Her voice broke on his name.
“That’s it,” he whispered, leaning closer until his chest pressed to her back, his mouth tracing the curve of her jaw and the edge of her ear. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”
Emily gasped, trembling so hard she almost slipped from his hold. But his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her steady, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
The tension built until it snapped, a rush so sharp it made her cry out his name, her body breaking into shaking waves of release.
Sebastian groaned low and deep against her shoulder, the sound rough and guttural.
His grip on her waist tightened as his own control shattered.
With a hard, trembling breath, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his body jerking once, twice — a raw, powerful release that left him shaking as he spilled into her warmth.
For a moment, they stayed tangled together, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. Sebastian’s lips brushed over her damp skin. Her shoulder, her neck, the corner of her mouth. Soft, claiming kisses that made her shiver even in her haze.
Then he lifted his head, eyes still dark and hungry, a faint, dangerous smile curving his lips. He kissed her deeply, slow but filled with heat, before whispering against her mouth.
“Again, baby.”
***
Emily finally succumbed to sleep, exhaustion pulling her under as the haunting memories of the night gradually faded from her mind.
Sebastian, restless and tense, got out of bed when his phone rang. He walked out of the room to answer it.
“Mr. Graves,” Leon said immediately, “those men were hired by Amelia. They admitted she paid them to attack Mrs. Graves. One of them also confessed that a few months ago, he had tried to attack Mrs. Graves after Mr. Cantrell’s business party. Amelia paid him to make it look like a car accident.”
Sebastian’s lips curled in disgust, fury burning in his chest. His fingers flexed as he tried to suppress the overwhelming rage threatening to consume him. “Let them contact Amelia,” he said, his voice low and controlled but sharp with menace. “Tell her the task is done. Let her come meet them.”
“Yes, Mr. Graves,” Leon answered, hanging up the phone.
The next morning, the doorbell rang. Sebastian strode to answer, only to find Harold rushing inside. Sebastian blocked the way.
“Sebastian, how is Miss Emily?” Harold asked nervously.
Sebastian’s eyes flashed with cold fire. “You were supposed to take care of her. Is this how you take care of her?” he demanded.
Harold took a step back, his face twisting with regret. “I… I am so sorry,” he muttered, voice low.
Sebastian inhaled deeply, his chest tightening with frustration. He didn’t respond immediately, though his expression softened slightly, betraying the storm inside.
Just then, his phone rang, cutting through the tension. He picked it up.
“Mr. Graves,” Leon said, urgency in his voice, “Amelia came to meet those two men. She’s at her house with them.”
Sebastian’s eyes blazed with untamed rage. He ended the call with a sharp click and turned to Harold.
“Stay with Emily for a few hours,” he ordered.
Harold nodded immediately. “Yes. Jeremy’s on his way too. We’ll take good care of Miss Emily, bro.”
Sebastian started to storm off, but Harold stepped in front of him. “Remember, you can’t kill people! If you kill them, you’ll go to jail. Who’s going to take care of Miss Emily then?”
A dark intent flickered in Sebastian’s eyes. “Don’t worry,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “I’m not going to let her die this easily.” With that, he pushed past Harold and stormed off.
An hour later, Sebastian stood in a far corner of Amelia’s house, hidden from sight. His eyes flashed with burning anger as he stared ahead.
Amelia was lounging casually, twirling a lock of her hair while watching a video on her phone. A cruel grin stretched across her face.
The men who had kidnapped Emily were nearby, looking uneasy under her scrutiny.
“Did you make her suffer before you ended her?” she asked, voice sharp with sadistic amusement.
“Or did you just kill her outright? I want her death to be… unforgettable. Where did you throw her body? Did you cut her into pieces before throwing her remains off that bridge?” Her eyes flicked to the men.
“Are you sure the police won’t find out? ”
Just as she was speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the house.
Amelia glanced up, her smirk freezing. Her eyes widened, face draining white the moment she saw Sebastian marching toward her, Leon and two other men next to him.
Fear seized her body, leaving her trembling like a ghost.
She didn’t even have time to draw a full breath. Sebastian extended a hand without a word. Leon placed a whip into his palm.
The next moment, the whip cracked through the air. The sound was sharp, violent—followed by Amelia’s scream as the leather struck her.