Chapter 48
Sebastian
The Studio Tour
I didn’t look back after we split ways with Skye. I was on a mission—and a timer. My call time was just as early as hers. But...a small detour wouldn’t hurt.
“I feel like a tourist,” Evie giggled, her head whipping from side to side, admiring all the old, infamous movie sets.
“Well, consider this an exclusive tour. No cameras, please.”
Everything was so close together, we reached the Bates Motel in minutes. I’d been here more than a dozen times, but I still enjoyed seeing it just as much as I had the first time. It was part of movie history, and I got to see it up close. I got to stand where my fucking heroes stood.
“Can we go in?” Evie’s eyes lit up, pleading for me to let her go wild.
I gestured her forward.
She let go of my hand and rushed ahead.
“I mean, if you find one that works, sure.” I shrugged, doubting that any of the handles would turn.
Evie flew down the line, trying all the doors but finding none of them functioning the way she’d hoped. “Boo,” she moaned as she made it to the last door.
“You can peek through the windows,” I offered, feeling a little bad she didn’t get what she’d wanted. She cupped her hands over her eyes like binoculars and peered into a window.
“Just a lot of scaffolding.” She pulled back and shook her head. “Never meet your heroes, friends.” Her shoulders fell. “Where to now?”
“Well...” I gave her an impish smile. This had been my plan—kind of. “There’s still the house.”
Her eyes lit up again, and when I offered my hand, she took it eagerly. “Let’s go!” She ran ahead, and I gladly let her drag me along. We climbed the iconic stairs and hurried up to the large house.
“I can’t be disappointed twice in one night. I need to see the inside of Norman Bates’s house,” Evie said, a determined scowl on her face.
“I’ll do my best not to let that happen. I hate seeing you sad,” I said as we got to the top of the stairs. She stopped short and stared up at the piece of horror history.
“This is...”
I licked my lips, my heart rate climbing. I opened my mouth to speak—
Crack.
“What was that?” We both jumped, and she gripped me tightly.
Looking around, I saw no one, but that didn’t mean much. I wasn’t taking any chances. If someone had followed us, we weren’t going to stand out in the open and let them take us down.
“Come on. Let’s go exploring.” I tightened my jaw and squeezed her hand. I reached for the door handle. Much to my surprise, it opened. I pulled her inside quickly, shutting the door in case someone was watching. We turned, facing away from the door, and I looked down at Evie.
Watching her take it all in was so much more exciting than looking at it myself.
“This is…” Her eyes widened as she stepped deeper inside.
“Careful,” I warned, reaching for her. “This place isn’t kept up to code. They never filmed inside.” I looked around at the scaffolding holding this large mansion up. It wasn’t a real house, like people imagined. It was just a pretty box that was held up by tons of wood.
“I never would have imagined it looked like this,” she said, her voice small.
“I know. A bit disappointing, huh?”
“Not at all!” She spun around and grinned.
“It’s so cool! Like, I know a secret. Oh, if I were still making content, this would make me so much money.
” She scrunched up her nose. “But I don’t want to do that.
I’m tired of this mindset that everything I do should be caught on camera for views. I… I think I’m going to sell.”
“Really?” The selfish part of my heart pitter-pattered. Selling meant she’d be considering her acting career more.
“Maybe. I like not being attached to a camera at all times. Stuff like this? Exploring without having to take photos or make a video would never happen if I had to keep making daily content. I want this every day.”
Once we were done exploring, we circled back to the front of the house. Evie reached for the door, and I took her hand, pulling it away from the knob. Turning to face me, she gasped when I pressed her against the door, enveloping her in a kiss. I grinned, placing my hand on her hip.
“I want this too,” I told her.
“Want what?” Her voice came out breathy, her chest rising and falling fast.
“To have you all to myself with no cameras, every day. And you know what else I want?” I whispered in her ear.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you in the Psycho house.” I pulled back, and she grabbed my face, yanking me down, our lips colliding.
“Oh, Sebastian...” she moaned. “You’re...”
“What?” I asked, sliding my hands down her body.
“A psycho, but you’re also so sweet. I—I don’t know what to do.”
“Sweet?”
“You helped me kill three men, and yet you still take me to dinner, and introduced me to your dogs, and now you want me to…”
“Stay here forever. Are you really ready to give this up?”
“Hollywood?”
“Me.”
My lips crushed back down on hers, and I didn’t pull away until we were both struggling for air.
Taking in a breath, I grinned and reached for her jacket, tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor.
She yanked at my clothes, and together, we helped each other undress.
I kicked off my boots and grabbed Evie by the waist. Dropping to my knees and keeping her standing, I pushed her against the door.
Spreading her thighs, I dove between her legs and ran my tongue along her slit.
“Sebastian, what if someone was out there?”
“Let them watch,” I snarled. “It’s too late for them to tell us we can’t be here. Anthony C.—Evie, you’re so fucking wet.”
“What can I say? Something about defiling my followers’ holy grounds gets me hot.”
“That’s an episode I can’t wait to watch.
Make it your goodbye video—go out with a bang.
” I chuckled and inserted a finger inside her, continuing to make her squirm with my tongue.
Closing my eyes, I shifted closer to her, reaching around to squeeze her ass.
Cupping her cheeks, I lifted her off the ground, putting her thighs on my shoulders and pressing her against the door, settling into a more comfortable position for us both.
“What if they catch us?” she asked, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
“What if they don’t? What if we kill all those motherfuckers and get away with it? Wouldn’t that be one helluva story?”
Taking her clit into my mouth, I sucked and flicked my tongue, doing what I knew would get her to gush.
In less than a minute, she was yanking on my hair and pleading to a higher power.
My mouth was filled with her orgasm, and I lapped up every drop before pulling back and lowering her feet to the floor.
“You’re a fucking psycho.” She laughed as we kissed.
I slid my tongue between her lips, allowing her to taste herself.
“Only for you, Final Girl.” I chuckled. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me feral, but I’m not ready to let it go, Evie.” I teased her nipple with my thumb, running the pad over her sensitive nub.
“This wasn’t part of the plan.” She sighed, arching her back. She closed her eyes and melted against me.
Wrapping my other arm around her, I held her tight, resting my forehead on hers.
“I don’t care if I wasn’t part of your plan. You were always a part of mine, Evie. I finally got you back. I’m not giving you up. I’ll literally let go of everything else to show you how much you mean to me.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“If you go, I go,” I declared.
“What do you mean?”
“If you leave Hollywood, I’m going with you. And if you die—I die.”
“Don’t say things that aren’t true.”
“I don’t think you realize how fucking crazy I am for you, Evie.”
“I— I’m scared, Sebastian,” she confessed.
I knew her words were layered. It wasn’t about getting caught right here, right now. It wasn’t about dying in a shower of bullets on her revenge quest. It was about me. Her and me. What our futures could be once this was over.
“Me too, but that’s the business we’re in, baby. Scared is what we do best.”
I tilted her chin up, and the moment our eyes locked, I crashed my lips down onto hers. Lifting her again, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I sank my cock into her, pushing her against the door.
I nipped her neck with my teeth and began to move, pushing her harder against the door.
It was such a fragile set, the wood rattled with each thrust of my hips.
I kissed her again, and our tongues began a slow, passionate dance devoid of rhythm.
It felt like we were both trying to absorb into the other.
As I ran my thumb over her nipple and pinched, I decided her leaving me was no longer an option.
Before, I was going to simply ask her to stay—beg, even. But now… There was no choice for her.
I wasn’t losing her a second time.
“Sebastian...” She trailed off as her body tightened and then unraveled.
Her muscles convulsed around my cock, milking me as she came.
I ran my tongue down her neck as she cried out, relishing in what I’d done to her.
Could I coax a third? I slowed as she savored her second, and then I started the hunt for my own release.
I worked her body, softening her, then winding her back up. Sweat poured from her brow, and the scent of her perfume blending with the look on her face as she was building up to come again was doing something to my senses. I was wild for her.
“Come on, Final Girl. Come for me one more time.”
“I—I can’t...” she whimpered, her eyes shut tight.
“Oh, I think you can. I’m not done until you are.” I ground into her, my cock pressing against her G-spot. She was struggling to breathe, which I found amusing, as she was constantly doing the same to me.
How I craved this.
She gasped as she came again. Her fluids drenched me, running down my legs as I pumped harder into her, searching for my release, finishing right alongside her. We fell against the door, limp, sweating, and trying to catch our breath.
“I—” The words were caught in my throat, but I needed to say it. I was vulnerable and needed to tell her how I felt.
“I was watching The Exorcist,” I said into her shoulder, afraid to see the rejection in her eyes, but I changed my mind. I pulled back to look at her, and before I could speak more, she yanked me to her.
“Beep beep, Ritchie,” she said before bringing her lips to mine.