Chapter 45
SEBASTIAN
She’d locked her office door.
A minor inconvenience.
Stepping back, I delivered a well-placed kick. The wood splintered, the door flying open and slamming against the wall with a violent crack.
Sabrina’s wide eyes snapped to mine. She clutched her purse, holding it in front of her like a pathetic shield.
She’d already taken off the jewels. My jewels, a sign of my possession, lay scattered across the desk surface.
“Don’t try to stop me, Sebastian.”
I stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind me. Then, without breaking eye contact, I dragged over a nearby chair and wedged it under the handle.
“I don’t believe you fully grasp the situation, my dear.”
“I understand perfectly.”
I shrugged off my jacket, unbuttoned my cuffs, and rolled them up.
“Do you?” I mused. “Then explain it to me.”
She edged backward, using the desk as a barrier. “You’re in some kind of feud with my father, and you’re using me as leverage.”
I advanced, slow and methodical, clapping my hands in mock applause. “Bravo. You’re very close.”
“Yeah, well, I’m done being a pawn. Done being played for a fool. Whatever is going on between you and my father—I want no part of it. I’m going home.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.”
There was no escape.
She made a desperate lunge for freedom—
Too late.
I caught her by the hair, yanking her back against me.
She gasped, her body taut with resistance.
But resistance was futile.
I tightened my hold and bent my head to her ear.
“Home?” I murmured darkly. “Sweetheart, you are home.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, anchoring her to me as she struggled.
She arched back, kicking out. “Let me go, you monster.”
“Never.”
I spun her until she faced me, my grip on her hair forcing her head back. “You’re mine now.”
I crashed my mouth onto hers, claiming, consuming.
She beat her fists against my chest, a feeble resistance that only fueled me further.
I drove my tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss as I walked her backward, pressing her against the cool expanse of the tinted window.
Forcing her legs apart, I stepped between her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress.
I traced the soft skin of her inner thigh, sliding higher until I found the delicate silk of her panties.
With one sharp tug, I tore them from her body.
She wrenched her head to the side. “Don’t do this,” she whispered.
I ran my teeth along the curve of her throat, savoring her shudder.
“Don’t make me do it. Stop fighting me, dolcezza. You know you’ll never win.”
Any hint of doubt vanished the moment my fingers skimmed her slick heat.
She could protest all she wanted—lie to herself if she must—but her body told the truth.
She got off on being manhandled. On my dominance.
And she would surrender.
Just like she always did.
I lowered my zipper, freeing my aching cock.
Fisting my shaft, I dragged the swollen head over her slick heat, teasing her, tormenting her. “Say yes.”
“No,” she whispered. “I won’t.”
I kissed her closed eyelid, then the hollow of her cheek, letting my lips brush against the corner of her mouth. “Do I need to remind you what happens to someone who defies me?”
Then I thrust inside her.
Burying myself to the hilt.
She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, sharp enough to draw blood.
I pulled back and slammed into her again—harder, deeper. “They get fucked.”
God, she was so tight. The way her body clenched around me was enough to unravel every last shred of control I had left.
I wanted to drop to my knees and worship her.
Instead, I leaned down, catching the fabric of her dress between my teeth. With one wrench of my head, a button popped free, the collar falling open, exposing the curve of her breasts.
I ran my tongue along the lace and slipped it beneath the fabric to swipe across her taut nipple.
She went from pushing at my chest to yanking my hair, dragging me closer.
“I hate you."
But her legs wrapped around my hips, locking me in place.
I drove into her with fierce determination. “Hate me all you want…as long as you obey me.”
I had never intended to force her hand so soon.
I’d planned to seduce her into submission. Make her beg for it.
But she’d left me no choice.
The only way to keep her safe was to claim her. Now.
I swept my hand over the soft curve of her thigh, up to her hip, gripping the collar of her dress and the strap of her bra in one hand. With a sharp yank, I pulled them both down over her shoulder, baring her breast.
She gasped as the cool air kissed her skin, then cried out when I latched onto her, sucking her nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her shudder.
Her body tightened, her inner walls fluttering around me, strangling my cock in a vise of heat and pleasure.
I groaned, licking and teasing her sensitive flesh, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her breast.
“Come for me, babygirl.”
And only for me.
This wasn’t just about revenge anymore.
It was about possession.
The world’s most powerful men had spilled blood for the rarest diamonds, for cold, unyielding perfection.
But I didn’t want a lifeless gem.
I wanted her—warm, wild, burning with fire and passion.
And I would have her.
Forever.