Chapter 8 Sebastian
EIGHT
SEBASTIAN
The entire house falls silent as my wife calls her stepdad an asshole, calling out all of our behavior and the role all of us, including her mom, Cassidy, played in the ruination of her and Cassidy’s relationship. Starling isn’t pulling any punches, and I don’t know why that makes my dick hard.
She’s angry. I already knew that from listening in on her therapy sessions, but now everyone knows it, including Elizabeth, Sammy’s mom, Dawn, the house manager, and everyone else that’s in the vicinity.
Silently, we all watch as Starling storms from the house with a bottle of champagne in her hand and heads for the beach. Since we moved into our house, she goes to the beach when she’s sad or angry or frustrated. She ran away from me across the sand like it’s her escape.
When I move to follow her, Evan puts his hand out and stops me. “I’ll go.”
“She’s my wife,” I growl.
“She’s my sister,” he reminds me. “If you go, you’ll end up in a fight, and you guys seem like you’re in a better place right now. Let me deal with this. Okay.”
Reluctantly agreeing, I watch my friend go to comfort my wife, hating it when, after a couple of minutes, she leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
Even though he’s her brother, and I know they have nothing but platonic feelings toward each other, anger starts to build inside of me, growing hotter with every moment that passes, as she continues to allow him to comfort her.
Unwilling to stay away any longer, I make my way to the beach, forcing my steps to remain casual, my body language relaxed. The moment I’m beside them, I take a seat to her right, lifting her off the ground and into my lap, separating her from Evan and claiming her.
“Are you okay?” I ask?
“No,” she admits, surprising me.
“Do you want to go home?”
“Yes, but this isn’t about me. I am going to get really fucking drunk though, and you’ll probably need to carry me home later.”
“Okay, Little Bird, I’ll carry you home,” I say, laughing softly.
Nodding, she pushes out of my lap, climbing effortlessly to her feet, the bottle of champagne still held tightly in her hand. “I need to go and help Sammy get ready.”
“Give me five minutes, I need to go and help her with something first,” Evan says, bounding to his feet and brushing the sand from his shorts.
Pushing to my own feet, I wait until Evan walks away, then collar Starling’s throat, forcing her to look at me. “Shall I take you home?”
“No,” she says, trying to shake her head, but restricted by my hand around her neck.
“I don’t want you to be upset, and I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you out of here if I think spending this much time with Cassidy and Harry is going to affect you,” I warn.
“I can handle them,” she says.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t handle them. I said I’d take you out of here if this was going to affect you.”
“You’re not in charge of me, Sebastian,” she says, trying to infuse her voice with dominance.
“I know you’re more than capable of kicking ass and taking names.
You could destroy their lives if you were that kind of person.
But I own your body, and I might decide I need you to spend the day on my cock.
While I’m happy to rip those tantalizing fucking shorts off and slam inside of you, no matter who’s watching, I’m guessing you’d rather my parents and the rest of the guests didn’t see me stretching your greedy little cunt out. ”
“Oh my god,” she says, throwing her head back and laughing. “This is not the time to talk dirty to me.”
“No?” I smile.
The pain and anguish fade from her eyes, replaced with humor and amusement. “No, you freak, this is a baby shower, you’re wearing a baby-blue shirt for fuck’s sake. We need to at least pretend we’re civilized.”
“Okay, Little Bird. Let’s pretend to be civilized until you’re too drunk to care, then while I drive you home, I’ll hold your head down on my cock and fill your throat with my cum.”
A flash of heat sparks in her eyes, and I smile knowingly. Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers, kissing her and tasting the champagne on her tongue.
By the time guests start to arrive, Starling is tipsy, her smile a little sloppy, her enthusiasm for the event a little too loud.
By three p.m., she’s stumbling and slurring her words.
She’s not the only one. Bunny, January, and Clay are all a little worse for wear too.
Evan’s eyes are shimmering with alcohol while he dotes on his pregnant wife, discreetly tugging at the chains that most people would have no idea are hidden beneath her clothes.
Only Sammy, who can’t drink, and Hunter and I are completely sober.
“You have that crazy look in your eye,” I tell Hunter as I sidle up beside him.
“Not crazy, just making sure I know where my wife is,” he replies.
“Do you think she’d run again?” I question, the shock evident in my voice. Bunny was free, but she made the decision to come back to Hunter, and honestly, I thought they were pretty settled now.
“I want us to have a baby,” he says.
“She doesn’t?”
“She wants to wait until after she graduates.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I tell him, already trying to think of ways I can convince Starling to let me put my baby in her.
“I canceled her next birth control shot,” he confesses.
“Does she know?”
“Not yet.”
Laughing softly, I turn to look at my brother. “Psycho club meetings are on Tuesdays and Thursdays from six till seven.”
“Your wife is the fucking chairman these days, so I can’t talk about how I really want to drug my wife and fuck her until she’s pregnant. Because not only will she tell my wife, but she’d probably drug me and have me castrated without telling me,” Hunter spits angrily.
Once again, I’m split between being proud of how effortlessly Starling has become one of us and being pissed that she’s lost the naivety that drew me to her in the first place.
“I’m sorry, brother. If I pick you over my wife, she’ll leave me, and if she did, I’d have to destroy the entire world until I got her back,” I tell him, making sure he knows there’s not an ounce of humor in my words.
Staring at me intently, Hunter eventually nods, and I see the acceptance in his eyes.
He’s my brother in every way but blood, but Starling is my wife.
She’s my world, and the time when I could put others before her has gone.
I can’t lose her, and that means accepting who she is now and making sure I always pick her, no matter the circumstances.
“I think it’s time I took my wife home,” I say, slapping Hunter on the shoulder as I make my way across the room.
“Sebastian,” Starling slurs, throwing her arms around my neck the moment I’m close enough for her to reach.
“Time to go home, wife,” I tell her, letting my voice drop an octave so she’ll hear the order in my words.
“Already?” she pouts.
“Say goodbye to Sammy and Evan.”
“Bye, guys,” she coos, wiggling her fingers instead of waving as she leans heavily into my side.
After saying my goodbyes, I half walk, half carry Starling out of the house, glad that we came in the golf cart and I don’t have to carry her all the way home. Lifting her onto the seat, I take the one beside her and start to reverse the cart.
The moment we’re straight, I accelerate forward, then nearly steer off the road as Starling falls down and presses her face into my crotch.
“What the fuck?” I laugh.
“This is what you said,” she slurs, fumbling with the zipper on my pants, eventually managing to unfasten it and push my boxers down enough to free me.
Swallowing my dick whole, I hear her gag as the head hits the back of her throat. But instead of pulling back, she hums around my cock, and I almost lose control.
“Fuck,” I growl, trying to concentrate on where I’m driving as she bobs her head up and down my length, pushing my dick in and out of her throat.
After an embarrassingly short amount of time, my balls draw up and I shove my hand on her head, forcing my cock even deeper down her throat as I come, fighting the urge to close my eyes.
Instead of letting her up, I hold her in place as I steer the cart one-handed down our driveway to the front door of our house. By the time I turn the cart off and release my hold on her head, there are tears running down her cheeks, and she looks wrecked.
Dragging her bottom lip down with my thumb, I eye her assessingly. “Such a perfect little whore.”
Her eyes light up at the dirty endearment, and I feel my dick start to harden again.
“You’ve needed that all day, haven’t you?”
Nodding, she sighs, and I feel the sadness in the quiet noise.
“Come on, Little Bird. Let’s go to bed. I have plans for you tomorrow.”
My eyes snap open as daylight starts to bleed through the blinds over the window and terrace doors that lead from our bedroom and out onto the balcony overlooking the pool and ocean in front of us.
After I carried Starling upstairs last night, she barely managed to strip out of her clothes before she fell asleep. Lying naked beside me now with tear-tracked streaks of mascara still marring her cheeks, her disheveled appearance reminds me of the way she sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.
This woman is everything I’ll ever want. She’s sexy and submissive, powerful and confident. She’s my equal, and yet she’s still mine in every single way.
Eyeing her, I run my gaze over her curves, imagining how she’ll look with my baby growing inside of her.
I want to get my wife pregnant. A part of me knows that having a baby would tie her to me forever, and I crave that.
But more than that, I want to watch her when she realizes that I own her so fully that I can make the decision to fill her cunt with enough of my cum that it takes root.
I want to see her agree to have my baby, simply because I’m telling her that’s what’s going to happen.