Chapter 16
Mary
Seb’s hands on me are the one thing that calms me, even though it shouldn't. His touch is gentle, but there’s a tension beneath it, like he's just as unsure as I am.
He keeps whispering reassuring things in my ear, but I can tell they're as much for him as they are me. His voice is a tether, pulling me back when the world feels like it’s slipping away.
I take deep breaths, trying to steady myself. My heart races in my chest, but with each inhale, it slows a little. After what feels like an eternity, I finally open my eyes, meeting his gaze.
Seb's still looking down at me, his eyes soft but haunted. His lips move, but words seem heavy, like they're not coming easy.
“One night,” he says, and I can hear the hesitation in his voice. “I’ll give you this one night, Rebel. After this… after this, there’s nothing between us.”
His words hit me harder than I expected. I blink, my mind scrambling to catch up.
"What?" The question escapes before I can stop it.
The weight of his words is heavy and I'm not sure I understand them.
I stare up at him, lost in a mix of feelings swirling inside of me.
On one hand, it feels wrong. Too easy. Way too dangerous.
But on the other hand, I know what this means to him.
I can see it in the way he clenches his jaw, the slight tremble in his hands as he holds me.
I don't think he wants this any more than I do, but right now, we both need something. Maybe the same thing.
“One night,” I repeat softly, my voice shaking from the panic attack. He scoops me into his arms, and I barely have time to register the movement before he's holding me tightly against his chest, making his way through anyone left lingering.
This feels like an official goodbye, but we're not even close to done.
Giving us this one night feels like it could be an answer to something, but I also know it's probably a mistake.
It's the most he's given me in the last six months, aside from the few times we've found ourselves in a heated argument that usually finish with one of us storming off—like in the library.
Seb hasn’t let me touch him, which I've craved every second of the past six months.
I don't know if he's doing this for me or for himself. I can feel the distance between us, the unspoken tension hanging in the air. He says nothing comes of it after tonight, but I don't think either of us really believes that.
The crowd around us finally dissipates. Only Maddie, Ace, and Roman remain in the distance. Maddie glares at Seb as he carries me away.
Making his way up the stairs, we end up back in his room with the door locked behind us.
My body presses against the unmade bedding that smells just like him.
The moonlight spills through the curtains in soft, silver slivers, casting shadows across the room.
It's the kind of dim lighting that makes everything feel distant, like the world is wrapped in a quiet bubble.
I can make out Seb's face in the glow. His features are sharp, even more so in the soft light.
Shadows play along his jawline, giving it a harshness I usually don't notice. His hazel eyes are soft, though, like there’s something in them that doesn't belong to the man he pretends to be.
They flicker with something I can't read, something almost fragile, even though he doesn't let it show in his voice.
He almost looks unreachable, like he's both here and not at the same time, as if the darkness between us is too thick to break.
It's a quiet kind of beauty that I love. The kind that makes me see him in a way no one else does. Like he's standing on the edge of something I'm too afraid to cross.
“One night,” he whispers like he needs to remind himself.
Then his lips press to mine, taking my breath away in the process and ridding me of any leftover anxiety.
His presence shocks the air, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
He knows the power he holds over me, the ache residing deep within my soul.
Every evil thought leaves the second he deepens the kiss.
His tongue teases my lips, demanding entry.
As his hips press down, his growing erection rubs right in between my spread legs.
When he pulls back, he stares down at me with so much need swirling around in his eyes. “I never thought I’d be able to touch you like this again,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes closing for a brief second.
“You’re going to regret this tomorrow, Seb. So why put yourself through it?” I whisper, my eyes moving between his, trying to gauge the emotion winding in them.
“I know, and yet the need for your touch, your presence... it’s intoxicating.
Seeing you across the room, sitting there alone, watching the smoke pull from your spread lips.
” He places a small kiss on my mouth. “Knowing my lips should be pressed against yours instead of that joint.” His eyes close, and he shakes his head slightly, but not before I see the vulnerability he’s clearly trying to hide.
"Seb—" I begin, but he shakes his head before opening his eyes. Any trace of the vulnerable Seb is gone; his mask slips back into place. He sits up enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and leaving me with a view of his chiseled body.
“I don’t want to hear your words. I only want to hear the moans coming from your mouth as I bury my cock deep inside you.” My breath hitches, and the room fades into darkness as we give in to whatever pulls us together.
“Please, Seb. I need to feel you.” He’s drawing me in with his magnetic soul, and I want to stay here forever.
He makes me forget all logic. Everything about Sebastian Calyx ignites a dormant fire within me with almost no effort.
He jumps at the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head.
Next is my bra. He throws it to the floor before leaning down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
My back arches from the bed. “Fuck, Seb.”
He moves over, giving the same attention to the other side, my eyes tracking down his naked torso. My eyes follow the lines of his body, tracing the intricate tattoos covering his skin.
Seb's fingers run along my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine before he pulls down my skirt and panties, throwing them to join the rest of the discarded clothing. His fingers pause when they reach the inside of my thighs. His eyes meet mine as he lets the tips of his fingers run over the raised scars covering me. Unspoken questions linger in his eyes and I almost think this is where things will end—when he demands answers I won’t give him about the scars.
But instead, he rises from the bed, kicks off his jeans, and steps toward the edge. The movement is fluid and deliberate.
“Come here,” he demands. My eyes stay glued to the bulge in boxers as I crawl over to him. His cock bobs free once his boxers drop to his ankles.
My eyes go wide.
Not only did I forget how huge his dick was, but now a round piece of metal runs along the top.
He has his fucking cock pierced. A twinge of jealousy runs through me at the thought of how many girls he's slept with. I look up at him with enormous eyes. “When the fuck did that happen?” I ask, eyes flicking between his face and the hard length in front of me.
“During the time I cut you off,” he seethes.
Ouch. He doesn't give me time to dwell long as his demands leave his mouth.
“Suck my cock, Rebel,” his chest rises and falls as he holds himself back.
"Remind me how good you are.” If it were any other man, I'd bite his length off instead, but I need him more than air right now.
I have one night with him. I refuse to let my fears get in the way.
Nothing will stop me from having him for just this night.
The music from the party still vibrates through the room as I slowly let his cock sink into my mouth.
I moan around his length, trying to keep still so I can adjust, but it’s akin to torture.
He doesn’t give me long to settle into the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat before he’s thrusting.
The saltiness of his precum hits my tongue, making a throaty moan escape my lips.
His hips thrust forward instantly from the vibrations of my moan.
As I begin to gag on him, his hand wraps in my hair before slowly easing out of my throat—just to thrust back in harder.
Tears spring to my eyes, and I welcome them.
“That’s it, Rebel,” he says as he continues to pump into me. “You’re doing so good.” His praises pull another moan from me, causing him to hiss out. “Fuck.”
The hand still in my hair tugs slightly, pulling his cock from my mouth with a pop. Spit drips down my chin, and the thumb on his free hand comes up to run along my bottom lip, bringing it to his mouth and sucking the spit off.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful.” I feel the bed dip as Seb guides me backward, my head hitting his pillow, my hair too falling around me like a halo.
“I’m going to fuck you. Then I’m going to leave this room and pretend it didn't happen, and you’ll do the same.” He reaches over, grabbing a condom from his nightstand, but I grip his hand.
Not replying to his hurtful words. “No condom. I’m clean. I want to feel you with nothing between us.” My eyes plead with his, a silent prayer that he doesn't deny me this one thing.
His hand drops the condom, and he lines himself up with my wet center in seconds, but stopping before he says, "I’m not going to fuck you nice and slow. In fact, by the time you’re begging me to let you come, it’ll feel like agony." He doesn’t wait for a response before plunging deep.
Every moan and cry I make only spurs him on. Seb fucks me harder, his palm reaching up to cradle my head so it doesn’t smash against the wall from the force of his thrusts.
He’s just as desperate for me as I am for him, which is why he doesn’t pull back when his cock hits deeper than I thought was possible.
"Fuck, Seb." I grip the sheets for dear life, feeling like at any second I'm going to shatter.
“You wanted me, Little Rebel. So, fucking take me,” Seb’s words coming out as a breathy moan. He keeps fucking me, urged on by the pleas leaving my mouth. I beg him not to stop, despite the tears streaming down my cheeks, because right here and now, I’ve never understood him more.
The walls of my pussy start contracting, but he stops as soon as he notices the finish line coming into view. I whine from the loss of him and the orgasm that was seconds away from shattering me. Glaring at Seb as he looks down at me with a knowing smirk, it only makes my frustration swell.
"I warned you I’d push you to your breaking point. You'll hate me by the end of this." Every time he pulls out and slams back in makes me feel like I’m exploding.
“Please, Seb, I need to come.” My voice is drenched in desperation, but he keeps my release just out of reach. This is the moment I realize he was telling the truth.
As I reach down to finish myself, his fingers grip my hips, flipping me over.
“Put your ass up in the air, Mary.” His deep, husky voice makes me whimper, and I obey, feeling him enter me from behind. This new position hits places I’ve never felt before.
“Do you hate me yet, Rebel?” I can hear the smirk on his face. A muttered string of incomprehensible words escapes me as his hand wraps tightly around my blonde hair before he pulls my body up to meet his chest.
“Answer me,” he grits out. The evidence of my frustrations pouring from my eyes seems to turn him on even more.
“No.”
He slams into me, making me grunt from the force.
“You fucking should.”
The second Seb’s hand snakes around, circling my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, it’s almost painful.
“Come for me, Mary,” he whispers in my ear, fucking me even deeper. My orgasm hits out of nowhere, building so quickly it blurs my vision. I scream out his name as the wave of pleasure never seems to end. Seb follows me over the edge soon after I catch my breath.
When his eyes connect with mine, I see the hurt cross his face before he masks it with something unreadable.
Grabbing my discarded clothing off the floor, he tosses them at me. “Get dressed and get out of my room.” His words hit me hard. I knew this was coming, but his words are only followed by the hollow ache of something breaking the way it always does.
I watch as Seb disappears through the bathroom, closing the door with the same ease he dismissed me.