Chapter 22
Sebastian
My name means control.
Not really, but in my mind Sebastian is the controller of all things.
I’m going slow with Mia right now, because I don’t want to lose it completely.
I’m holding it together by a very thin string.
I want nothing more than to fuck Mia into oblivion, but I want to make sure she knows how I like it. Sometimes, I like it rough. Sometimes, I like it slow.
And right now, I like it like how I fucking like it.
When I pulled the paddle out of my dresser, her eyes widened so much I could see the fear swimming there. It turned me on when she realized I was going to spank her.
Everything she does turns me on.
I’m as hard as steel as I push my body against hers. I want to fuck her so bad right now, and I fist my dick in my hand.
“You ready for my hard cock, Mia?”
She nods, biting her lower lip before answering, “Yes, sir.”
I drag my dick along her wetness, pushing inside her slightly. The feel of her with no barrier sends my body into overdrive. I nearly come just from the feel of her tight pussy with no condom.
I’ve never fucked anyone bareback before.
And I never plan on it again, but I just wanted to get a feel for it.
“I’m on the pill,” she tells me.
I stare into her big brown eyes, thinking about what to do. Fuck, I’ve never had an offer like this before.
My body grows harder as I stare at her. “I’m clean, Mia. I promise you I am.”
“I trust you, sir.”
Fuck, I nearly lose it all and slam my cock inside her. I’m about to say fuck it and just screw the hell out of her and not even worry about control.
Because I’m so close to losing all my control with her.
I push inside her a little further and my body nearly unravels. “Fuck, Mia,” I groan out, as the beating of my heart in my body crescendos.
I pull out of her, panting.
“Is everything ok?” she asks me.
I get onto my knees. “Get on all fours, ass in the air.”
“Am I getting spanked again?” she asks, as she moves into position.
“No more questions.” I move behind her, picking up the paddle in my hand. I run my hand over her ass, squeezing and kneading her skin in my hand. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Mia. You’ve been prancing this sweet little body around me for too long now. I’m going to take what I want.”
I spread her ass cheeks, moving her legs apart in the process, and drag my dick through her wetness. With my other hand, I bring the paddle down over her left cheek and spank her before I slide inside her sweet pussy, pushing and easing until I’m fully seated inside her. I give her a minute to acclimate to my size and then I rock up into her.
She moans out my name and it only eggs me on.
She’s so tight. So damn good.
I run my free hand around her side, and cup her breast, pinching her nipple as I keep thrusting my dick deep inside her. Then, my hand finds its way to her throat and I wrap my fingers around her neck.
I command her body with my hand, pulling her back to bring her body flush with mine. I lean over a bit, finding her lips as she turns her head toward mine.
“You feel so good,” I tell her as I kiss her mouth.
She moans into me and I keep pumping my dick in and out of her tight pussy.
My body’s already on high alert, ready to come, but I try to keep it together. My body’s overcome with emotion for this woman, and I bite my lower lip to keep from calling out to her. To keep from telling her exactly how she makes me feel.
“I own you,” I tell her instead. “I’m in control. You’re mine .” And fuck do I mean that more than anything. Because there’s no way I can ever let a girl like Mia get away.
I love spending time with her. I love talking to her.
I love…
“Sebastian,” Mia moans out. “I’m about to come.”
“That’s right,” I tell her. “Come all over me.” The fact there’s no barrier between us makes me nearly lose my load, but I keep it together, wanting to make sure she comes first.
I move to where she’s riding on top of me, and I run my hands over her smooth skin.
I watch her tits, wanting them in my mouth. I sit up, taking one nipple and then the other between my teeth.
“I’m coming,” she shouts. “Oh, Sebastian. I’m coming.”
My body swells with pride, knowing I’m the one making her feel this way. I keep going, my body coming alive with every thrust until I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, Mia,” I groan out, my orgasm taking control of my body. I wrap my fingers around her neck, massaging the skin there. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her. My orgasm doesn’t stop, wave after wave of pure bliss washes over me like a tsunami. I can’t take it anymore, and I call out her name, over and over.
As soon as our bodies have calmed, Mia leans over to kiss me. She blushes, her big eyes connecting with mine. “That was amazing.”
I smile, moving up to capture her lips once more. “No, you were amazing.”
“I want to keep doing that.”
I laugh, moving her onto the bed next to me, so I can cuddle up against her. “I want to keep doing it as well.” And for the first time in my life, I mean these words. I’ve never had anything you could classify as a relationship, and I’ve never wanted a woman for a second or third round.
Mia’s different.
She falls asleep in my arms, and I hold onto her tightly, not wanting to let her go anytime soon.
The next afternoon, while Mia and I are eating lunch in the kitchen, someone knocks on the door. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see it’s Jeremy.
“Did you have any issues getting here?” I step aside and let him in.
Jeremy shakes his head. “No one even bothered me.”
“Good.” It’s a relief that everything we’re putting into play is working out in our favor.
I know Hector De Laurio wants to meet with everyone, and I’m eager to finally be able to tell my story, but at the same time, I don’t know what Georgio is up to right now.
I feel so out of the loop because I don’t know what’s going on anywhere.
“What did Hector and Don say about Oliver and Enzo? Does anyone even know they were the ones helping Georgio orchestrate this whole thing?”
“I’m not sure what everyone knows. All I know is Hector and the other families have the information you sent me.”
I pat Jeremy on the shoulder, bringing him into the kitchen, where Mia still sits at the table. “Good job, brother.”
“There’s still the issue of Bishop Blackstone.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” The minute we step inside the United States, Bishop will get wind of it.
He’ll be after Mia in no time.
I need to not only protect her from the other three families that will most likely go after her father, but I need to keep her safe from Bishop as well.
I’ve got my work cut out for me.
“Any word on his whereabouts?”
Jeremy rubs at the back of his neck. “Everyone’s been on the lookout for him.”
“Any idea what they’ll do to Georgio when they find out what he’s done?”
Jeremy smiles. “Maybe they’ll let Bishop deal with him.”
I chuckle.
“That’s my father you’re laughing at,” Mia says. Her eyes fill with tears, and I move closer to her.
“Mia, I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean anything by it.”
“No, I know. I just…” her words fall away, and the tears roll down her cheeks. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
I crouch beside her, and thumb away the wetness on her face. “I’m so sorry.”
Jeremy’s silent, knowing when to take a cue. He leaves the kitchen, and I reach out to Mia.
She pushes away my comfort and stands. “It’s fine. Really. I just need some time alone.” Mia empties her plate into the trash and sets the plate in the sink. “I’ll be down later.”
She moves toward the staircase, and I don’t go after her. I know this must be hard on her.
I find Jeremy outside, smoking a cigarette on the patio.
I sit and reach out my hand. “Have another?” I don’t normally smoke unless I’m in a high-stress situation, and I think this is exactly that.
He offers me one, and I bring the cigarette to my lips, igniting the flame to light the smoke.
I breathe in. Ah, that feels so fucking good. “Any ideas on how we’re going to reenter the country?”
He shrugs, leaning back against the lounge seat. “I don’t fucking know. I don’t know how to get you two safely into the country without Bishop finding out.”
“Maybe we can sneak her in under a different name? Who is that friend she was pretending to be back in New York?” I lean forward as my idea takes form.
“Sophia, I think? We should get on that.”
“Last I heard, Dean Maddox had taken Sophia, thinking she was Mia.”
“Tomorrow we can call him, get a plan in place.” He puffs on his cigarette.
“I just want Mia to be safe,” I tell him.
“I can see that.” His tone is all-knowing and I laugh a little.
“What can I say? She’s the one.” I lean back, taking another drag from my cigarette.
I consider Jeremy a friend. He’s been with me for so long, working side-by-side with me for many years. “The one?” he questions.
I shrug. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
Jeremy says nothing, just continues to smoke his cigarette, until finally he snubs it out in the ashtray. “How does she feel?”
I rub a hand through my hair. “I don’t know.” I stamp out my cigarette as well. “Everything’s all fucked because of her father right now. I feel horrible about what he did. I’m not sure what is going to happen to her.”
“Maybe you could step up, take care of her.”
I smile, thinking about Mia. “She doesn’t need a man to take care of her. She’s strong. But I still plan on being there when she needs me.”
“Good.” Jeremy grabs another cigarette from his pack. “I think tomorrow we call Dean and see what he has to say.” He lights his cigarette and I stare up at the clouds drifting across the blue sky.
“I like it.” The plan works, and tomorrow we’ll get everything settled so I can figure out where Mia and I stand for a future together.
I’m not lying when I say that I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. I never have. And I don’t know what that means for a future together, but I’m open to the idea of it.