Chapter 40
Sebastian
The Actor’s Notes
“What would you like me to do?”
Her question was a loaded one. We stared each other down, not saying a word. There wasn’t a movie quote out there to express what I wanted in that moment.
She wasn’t asking about the scene I was about to film with Skye. She was asking about us.
“Stay.”
The world around us seemed to disappear for a moment, and I thought briefly that she’d tell me what I’d been begging to hear since the day she’d returned to Hollywood.
Instead, tears welled in her eyes, and she backed away.
“No.” Spinning on her heels, Evie fled the set.
I started to go after her, but Dante grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.
“I know you’re going through some shit right now, but we have to give the producers something. They’ll fire us both.”
I stared at the door Evie had just left through.
If I walked off this set right now, I could lose my job, my reputation-- the movie could get scrapped.
The billionaires running the show watched their bottom line, but they also had no issue tossing money out the window on a whim. I could lose everything by leaving.
Or I could lose Evie by staying.
I locked my jaw, steeling myself for what could be a big mistake, and shrugged Dante off me.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll be back.” I took off out the door.
“Where are you going? Sebastian!” Dante shouted after me.
I ignored him and stormed after Evie. When I caught up with her, she’d just run into her trailer. I went to it, ripping the door open so hard that I was shocked it was still on its hinges. Slamming it shut, I locked it behind me.
“Get the hell out, Sebastian. You have work to do.” Evie’s words came out in a choked sob. She’d flopped onto her bed and lifted her head to glare at me. My gaze trailed the length of her body.
“Round three,” I said, tugging at the string on my robe.
She sat up and wiped her face. “What?”
I parted my robe and let it fall to the floor, exposing myself completely. “I told you to stay.”
She rolled her eyes, making my cock weep with need. I loved her bratty side. She turned her back to me and crossed her arms.
“Yeah? Well, we both know me staying anywhere is a long shot at best. You shouldn’t get your hopes up. It’s probably easier if you just leave now. Go use that thing with Skye.” She turned and flopped onto the bed, burying her face in her pillow.
Inhaling deeply, I strode to the bed and straddled her thighs. I caressed her ass above the robe. The silk was soft against my fingers. She lifted her head, attempting to buck me off. I put more weight on her.
“Sebastian, get off me. Are you hard? You are such a pig!”
I stroked my swollen cock and then leaned my hips forward, pressing against her beautiful ass. The silk of her robe sent chills through my cock as I rubbed against it. I moved slowly, enjoying the low waves of pleasure.
“I took a small dose of those pills I gave Thornton to prepare for today’s shoot. I’m not going down until I’m inside pussy.” I raised myself up on my knees and reached for the bottom of her robe, sliding it slowly up her thighs.
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up for anyone but you.” I drifted the fabric up past her ass, revealing her beautiful, tanned flesh. My cock wept, wanting to be between her cheeks.
“You need to leave.” A gaspy moan escaped her lips, contradicting her words.
I reached around and lifted her head, turning it to capture her mouth with mine.
Our tongues teased each other’s deliciously, and her body relaxed underneath me.
I moved to rest beside her, and as soon as I was off her thighs, she spun around and attempted to adjust her clothes, but while trying to cover her bottom half, the belt loosened and her robe fell open just enough to tease me with a peek of her breasts.
My desire turned into a hungry need. I reached out, pressing on her shoulder until she was on her back.
She kicked and rolled, trying to get out of my grasp.
“You can’t really think this is an appropriate time,” she spat, trying to push me back as I undid her robe farther, pushing the silk away and revealing the most beautiful, tattooed, hourglass figure I’d ever laid eyes on.
She was a true work of art, with movie tickets on her ribcage, Vincent Price’s head on one thigh, Jaws on the other.
Everywhere that had ink, there was another piece of horror history.
I nudged her legs apart and moved between them, our bodies parallel with each other.
“What is an appropriate time, Evie? Before or after you’re dead? You gave me five times free use. I’m not letting you go to the grave without having used each and every one. I will prove to you why your life is worth keeping. We made a deal. You don’t get to tell me no.”
My lips crashed down onto hers. She bucked me with her hips, but I only pressed against her harder. Her face was puffy from crying, and I could taste the salt from her tears on her lips.
“Evie,” I pleaded. Kiss me back.
“There’s no point. You’re right. I have a death wish.”
She opened her eyes fully, and I stared into them, memorizing the rich brown. So beautiful, so deep, so…mine.
“It’s probably better that I was recast. I can finish what I started and disappear completely.”
“Enough about the fucking movie,” I snarled.
“Why do you have to go through with this? Why not just—” As I pleaded for her to let me into her heart, I unhooked her bra and tugged her panties off.
She tried to grab them, but I tossed them across the trailer.
She covered her breasts with her palms quickly.
“Stay with you and live happily ever after in a world that chews people up and spits them out, leaving them for dead? Sebastian, I came here with a mission. You weren’t meant to get involved.”
“And yet, here I am. I’m not going anywhere. I just wish you’d understand that.”
I repositioned myself, taking hold of my cock and lining it up with her pussy. Despite the anger on her face, she was soaked. “I’m taking my third shot,” I said as I slowly entered her.
“You know, I can revoke consent at any time. Dubcon only exists in fiction.”
Her words contradicted her body. As I sank into her, she arched her hips to assist me.
“Fine. Stop me, then, Final Girl.” I thrust, eliciting a cry so loud I almost came just from the sound.
I molded her breasts under my palms and leaned down, taking a pebbled nipple between my lips, grazing it with my teeth.
Slowly, I began to fuck her. I wanted to take this painfully slow.
We weren’t finished until I decided I’d fully proved my point—despite this being a temporary thing, she didn’t want it to end.
I needed her to come again and again and beg for me, like I’d been begging for her.
“Sebastian,” she moaned. “You’re the devil.”
Her hands went to my shoulders, running down my back. Her fingers sent shivers through me as she pushed me closer against her and wrapped her legs around my hips.
“Maybe, but you don’t seem to be upset about it. I’d almost say you’re enjoying all this sin.”
Our tongues intertwined in a dance so delicious I never wanted it to stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small throw pillow. Reluctantly, I pulled my face from hers and, remaining inside her, sat up and leaned over to grab it.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I encouraged her to lift her hips. I moved the pillow into place, and she eyed me curiously until I began thrusting again. Her eyes widened at the new position. Her lips fell open in a soft O, and her pussy clenched around me, preparing to explode.
I ran my hands down her body, stopping at her lower belly. Gently, I pushed.
“Seb—oh my... Oh, my God.”
Her eyes slid up, and then...
Her body gave way to pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her release soaked the pillow underneath her. A slow grin spread over my face as she unraveled around me, drenching my cock, her sheets, and my soul.
“There we go, Final Girl. See, it can be like that every night. All you have to do is stay.”
I let her come down and then resumed my rhythm.
“You make it sound so easy.” She sighed, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me to her. Her body was eager for more, and I was more than willing to get her to a second orgasm.
“Isn’t it?” I asked.
“I wish it were, Psycho Killer.”
Evie was rocked by another sudden orgasm, and it gave me chills. I wasn’t lying. I always wanted it to be like this with us. And it could be. With every thrust inside her, I planned a part of our lives.
Red carpet events.
Move in together.
Family photos with the pups.
Family movie nights.
My brain froze, and my balls tightened. Her pussy was contracting with another orgasm, finally sending me into mine. I pumped into her, giving her every drop of my seed. It felt glorious—marking her, claiming her, making her mine.
Even for just a little bit.
Rolling over, I pulled her into my arms and stared up at the ceiling. I listened to our heavy breathing, steading myself.
How had this happened? One moment I was on top of the world, having gotten a movie green-lit and about to make millions.
The next, I was planning my wedding and what to name our future children.
Children? Where the fuck did that come from?
I tried to push the thoughts away, but suddenly, the idea of a family with Evie didn’t sound too bad.
Could I be a true family man? Did I want that?
With her I did.
Which meant if I wanted that future, I needed to do everything in my power to make sure we had that opportunity. She was my forever Final Girl.
It was getting harder to cover things up.
And now, her agent had been killed? Fred had known what we were doing before he died, so I was sure he’d told the others.
Hodder, Englund, and Bradley. The guy who owned every good property around here, the studio executive, and the man who was basically Oprah.
Fuck.
“What?” she asked me. I started to say the phrase that I’d longed to say to her every day since she showed back up.
The phrase I said in my head every time she walked by.
The very thing that would make her pull away from me, but I forced the iconic movie line away from my lips and replaced it with a more melancholy, more singular quote.
The line from Scream would just have to wait.
For now, I quoted The Bride of Frankenstein.
“I’ll make sure we’re together forever.”