12. CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
I’ve come to terms with my obsession for her.
No, I am not talking about my wife. As far as I’m concerned, Mary and I are only together for formalities and duty.
I am talking about Victoria. My Little Dove.
Before her, my life was mundane at best. I went through the motions day in and day out.
My sole purpose to be a prince, to wait with bated breath until I eventually take my father’s place as the king of Hawthorn.
Now, I feel the absolute need to push her to the edge.
For a girl with such dark eyes, she has brought so much light into my life.
Jesus, that was corny. I don’t do corny.
What I do, and will continue to do, is see how far I can wind Victoria up, until she snaps. Today I’m testing her limits, with her pretty little self at the end of the bed. I will fuck my wife, all while I make sure her eyes stay locked on mine. At least, that’s the plan.
I’ve been anxiously waiting for this day to come.
Georgina wouldn’t let Victoria into the room for the nightly acts until she thought it was time.
Even though I know how important it is to do this, I couldn’t find a reason to make it a priority.
It’s selfish and seriously fucked up that I’m not elated over the opportunity to bury my cock into Mary every single night.
Most guys I know would kill to be in my position.
In fact, my best friend, Thomas, has gone on and on about it.
I told him to have at it. He didn’t understand I wasn’t kidding.
Tonight I was on time; I made absolutely sure of it.
Ironically, the alarm clock I sent Victoria on a wild goose chase looking for never existed, I’m notorious for never needing one.
My brain is a clock; if I know I have to be somewhere at a certain time, I do so without fail.
Unless, of course, it is somewhere I don’t care to be.
One can imagine my surprise when it wasn’t I who was tardy, but my little dove.
Perhaps I will buy her a watch. That will surely go over well.
In fact, I will be sure to purchase one when I am done here.
My eyes glance to Victoria once again, watching the mixture of emotions swirl in those pools of brown.
She’s a mystery to me, so I can’t quite make out what she’s feeling, but I know there’s a lot going on inside.
The robe covering my naked frame is quickly shucked off, shoulders rolling as I drop the garment to the floor and settle myself on the edge of the bed.
Pride clings to my chest as I take notice of those eyes dropping to my semi-hard cock pressed against my thigh.
Victoria’s cheeks tint a more gloriously subtle shade of red and my cock twitches, thickening until I’m growing harder than I have in years.
Being naked in front of a large audience never bothered me; it became a normal thing when Mary and I first started trying for an heir.
My body is toned, desirable. It isn’t me being cocky, it’s just a fact.
It helps that my dick is above average in both girth and length.
Apparently, the Baros’ have good genes, and I’ve never taken that for granted.
Sure, I could go without the scattered moles and freckles that line my skin, but I’m not going to start complaining.
“Mary,” I call out to her, but my eyes never waver.
My wife comes without hesitating, her nearly hairless arms wrapping around my shoulders while her lips press soft kisses to the shell of my ear.
“We’re doing things a bit different tonight.
” Mary’s arms tighten around me, her lips leaving my ear, and I don’t need to look at her to know she is confused.
Hell, I’m pretty sure everyone in the room is confused. Especially Victoria who narrows her gaze on me ever so slightly.
Knowing I have sparked some sort of emotion sends a zing right to my balls.
My teeth sink down against my tongue until the bitter taste of blood floods my mouth.
If I’m not careful, I’ll give myself away; and as much as I would love nothing more than to show my little dove the effect she brings to me, I don’t need to listen to Mary’s mouth.
Not only that, I wouldn’t put it past my wife to go running to my father to have Victoria executed.
“Sebastian, what is—” I cut Mary off, my hands coming to lift her hand from my chest and while it is at an awkward angle due to her still behind me, I manage to press a chaste kiss to the top of it.
An audible gasp leaves her from the smallest amount of intimacy, yet most I’ve ever shown her.
It isn’t genuine. If anything, it’s my own twisted way of eliciting more of the emotions that cross Victoria’s face.
Mary wastes no time, whirling herself around until she is tossing one leg over my hips, straddling me with little to no grace.
She’s absolutely feral over a single kiss.
Her heat is palpable as she grinds herself down onto my stiffening cock, blonde locks flowing over her shoulders as she tosses her head back in a sultry moan.
My hands find her hips, and I sink my fingers into the lace fabric she wears, muscles rolling under my skin while I begin rocking her heated core back and forth.
Victoria’s eyes never leave mine. The heat behind her dark irises flashes in an almost burnt mahogany. She’s pissed, and it has me groaning out loud.
That’s it. Get angry, little dove, show me what’s lying under that pretty smile.
“Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes,” Mary moans. My hand wrenches away from her hip, slapping over her lips so she doesn’t ruin this for me. I need her absolutely silent or muffled if I’m going to actually enjoy fucking her right now.
I lean forward until my lips brush over her ear, breath coming out in hot waves that has her teeth sinking into my palm. “Shhh.” I flick my tongue out over the shell of her ear, earning a strangled moan. “I don’t want to hear your pleasure, Mary, I want to feel it.”
She takes what I say to heart, and it is the first time I have ever seen my wife so motivated toward something. If she had this sort of ambition when we first married, maybe I would have some actual attraction to her.
Who am I kidding? That’s a bold-faced fucking lie.
Mary’s fingers glide down my chest, the curls of dark hair sticking to my skin. She’s never liked my chest hair, and I’ve never cared about her opinion, so in a way, that makes us even.
My gaze lifts to find Victoria’s eyes focused on the way Mary’s fingers continue to trail down.
Heat grips my stomach as the intensity of her stare ignites every inch of my body.
I’m absolutely gone for it. I barely give my wife a moment to breathe before my fingers curl against the inner lining of her laced panties, thrusting deep inside her.
A strangled sound leaves my throat, and I have to suck in a breath to keep myself from losing control.
I slip my hand from Mary’s mouth, tangling my fingers harshly into the back of her hair before pushing her face into my neck.
Her teeth claim my skin and I hiss, teeth gritting together as the pain explodes up the side of my neck.
Victoria’s eyes find mine once again, my cock throbbing as I punch my hips up from my seated position on the edge of the bed.
Every thrust is animalistic. I’m slowly slipping, but all I want is more.
More. More. Fucking more.
Give. Me. More.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth in an attempt to hold back a sound foreign even to me. It’s wild and untamed, like a lion ripping through a metal cage. The walls of Mary’s pussy clench in waves, causing ripples of pleasure to grip my cock. My vision hazes, her lip’s part.
The fucked-up part of my brain sees Victoria’s mouth move, begging me to let go. For her.
So, I do.
My release is earth shattering, thick ropes of creamy white paint the inside of Mary’s walls like a fucking masterpiece.
A guttural moan leaves the back of my throat, and it takes everything to keep my eyes open.
I push past the exhaustion that clings to me, snapping it, so I can hold Victoria’s brown eyes.
She hasn’t looked away, not since Mary’s fingers trailed down my chest.
Her lips are still parted in silent awe or possibly shock, I can’t tell. Not right now. Not when all I can see are blurred edges surrounding the petite frame of her body.
She’s ruining me. Taking all that I am and fucking ripping it apart.
Mary cries out, the sound muffled by my insistent hold on the back of her head down into my neck. Maybe if I keep her there she will suffocate. No. No. I need to stop these thoughts. I’m an asshole, but I’m not cruel. Sort of.
Most of the time.
“Miss Pierce!” The shriek of another handmaid pulls me from my thoughts.
Victoria is just as startled, her eyes widen and her already flushed face tints a darker shade of red.
The color from her face spreads down her neck.
I shake myself from the sight, uncurling my tightened fist from Mary’s tangled blonde hair enough for her to move.
She shifts her face to the side with a large gasp, mimicking an action close to rising to the surface after being underwater.
Victoria still hasn’t moved; my little dove is a deer caught in bright headlights. I relish in the fact I caused her to react that way.
Not wanting her to return to that smart mouthed girl just yet, I reach out and grip her wrist, yanking forward. Victoria stumbles, her eyes growing impossibly wider and that flush expands below the collar of her dress. I have to stop myself from wondering just how far down it goes.
Her whole body trembles beneath my grasp. I continue to tug forward, the brush of cotton sliding against my thigh. “You have a job to do, or have you forgotten that?” I breathe, guiding her hand closer to where Mary and I are still connected.
Releasing Mary’s head fully, I curl my arm around her waist and drag her to my chest, her body limp and sated.
Good. I need her to be blissfully unaware at the moment.
Heat from Mary’s breath pricks at the skin on my shoulder while I pull her up further until I can feel my cock slide out of her swollen folds.
Even though I just came, it still stands tall, ready to go again.
I push that thought away. There is no chance in hell I am fucking Mary again right now, even if I love the look that Victoria gave me the whole time.
My grip on Victoria’s wrist loosens, palm sliding up until I cover my hand over hers, the one that is still gripping the towel for dear life.
As soon as I feel the press of cotton to Mary’s dripping pussy, I release Victoria’s hand, switching to grip my swollen cock.
I squeeze the tip, my hand coated in the slick mess of Mary and my release.
“Don’t move,” I command, guiding my tip until it is brushing over the smooth skin on the top of Victoria’s hand. Her lips part and she takes in a breath. Her long lashes flutter and it’s as if she’s in a daze.
I groan, rubbing the slit at the tip of my cock against her. The towel covers my hand as well as hers, concealing the act from prying eyes of the others in the room. It’s intimate and wrong, but oh so fucking erotic.
Victoria’s fingers twitch, the tendons under her skin moving lightly against my cock, and I groan. Her eyes are half-lidded, black swallowing the murky brown of her irises. She’s just as gone as I am right now.
I’m fucked.
If this is what falling into the pits of hell feels like, I’ll happily burn.
My teeth grind together and her breathing speeds up.
The flex of her fingers has me falling apart again, cum spraying under the towel, coating both of our hands.
For the first time since this began, my eyes close and I have to take in a sharp breath before I lose it.
How the fuck did I come undone from just rubbing myself against her? And only my tip?
For fuck’s sake.
The rational part of me says to cut it there, leave. The masochistic side of me grins with absolute fucking glee.
I slide my hand from under the towel, wiping it clean on the end before I shift Mary off of me.
She is knocked out cold, her legs dangling off the side of the bed, parted as Victoria keeps her hold of the towel against her pussy.
Victoria’s attention shifts back to me and I smirk, lip curling almost sadistically.
“Don’t let any go to waste,” I murmur, watching her carefully before leaning forward, my breath hitting her ear. “Good girl.”