20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VERONICA
Sebastian’s pupils swallow the familiar moss and honey hues, transforming his gaze into something molten and terrifying.
Between the pressure building in the pit of my stomach from sheer anticipation and the way he looks at me like a snack, I might explode without him actually touching me.
He’s beautiful, in this feral state. I’m screwed.
My thighs tremble at a shift in the bed, and the man I’ve been obsessed with since childhood crawls toward me. Literally crawls, on all fours, until he hovers above me.
I want the bed to swallow me whole.
“You’re shaking, little dove.” Sebastian’s voice is low, the lowest octave I’ve ever heard; the sound sends a zip to my lower half.
The closer he hovers, the harder it is to breathe. I gasp, my lungs straining for air. A fruitless attempt when Sebastian’s large hands grip my knees to part them effortlessly. I gasp, my heart thudding harshly in my chest . If my body wasn’t hot before, it’s scorching now.
“Sebastian,” I breathe, the sound barely audible, even to me.
He catches it, his eyebrows knitting ever so slightly before lowering himself further. The robes between us do nothing to hide the way his lower region stirs to life against my stomach. Panic surges through me.
I’m about to have sex with Sebastian Baros.
He is about to put his thing in my thing, and I — oh god, this is happening.
My eyes squeeze shut. “Is it in?” I take a sharp breath.
“Is… what?” His voice pulls me back. I blink up at him, and an infuriatingly amused expression settles over his features. “Little dove, I haven’t even touched you.”
I want to die.
“Oh.”
Sebastian leans away and I feel the muscles of his thighs press against my own.
His lips curl into a sly smirk – crooked and everything – it makes me want to crawl into a hole.
I have a bad habit of speaking without thinking when I’m nervous, especially when I feel backed into a corner and my fight-or-flight instincts take over.
Either I get mouthy, striking like a serpent ready to cut anyone down with my words, or I swing in the opposite direction and babble complete nonsense.
Apparently, that’s where I am headed today.
“Have you ever been touched?” His voice is cool, gentle. The question lingers in the air, ringing in my ears. I want nothing more than to rip the ribbon from my hair and use it to block out my vision. I’m mortified. Was it that obvious? Over one simple question?
“No,” I admit, my words airy.
Sebastian’s smirk creeps back to encompass his handsome face.
I hate him. His hands press gently against my parted thighs, sliding their length until they slip beneath the robe.
In a solid yank to part my thighs, they fall open without struggle from me.
Air swoops in, slapping my core, and I have to bite back a gasp.
How could something as simple as air feel so good?
“Not even once?”
My gaze follows his, my muscles tensing as I try to close my legs and shield myself, but Sebastian keeps me open – bared to him.
His lips part, the tip of his tongue running the length of his lower lip, and my mouth waters.
My world is flipped in dizzying speed, body rightside up as I stare down at the man shattering my life into pieces.
His fingers hold my thighs in a bruising grip, his erection teasing my bare skin.
It’s warm and thick and completely intimidating.
I shake my head and press my palms to his partially covered chest. Sebastian’s back presses up against the assortment of pillows at the headboard. His chestnut hair falls to the left side of his forehead, and I have the urge to reach out and tuck it back in place, but I stop myself.
Instead, my fingers curl into the robe to ground myself.
“Undo your robe, just the front; for my eyes, and my eyes only,” he murmurs the secret between us. Our first secret since we were kids.
The knot I tied is tight, and my fingers tremble until I manage to get it open. As requested, I hesitantly let it fall open, my nipples pebbling against the silk . I swallow, and the familiar throb returns, as annoying as ever.
Sebastian’s gaze is heavy, all-encompassing as he takes in my bare skin. Unlike his unblemished body, I have stretch marks. The intensity of his stare has me pulling the robe closed, I barely manage it before he grips my wrists.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.”
His eyes are molten. He’s aroused… he’s aroused by me.
I let the robe fall and Sebastian clicks his tongue in approval before pressing the warmth of his palm against my stomach.
The sensation has me gasping, my hips squirming before his free hand grips tightly, digging into the bone to keep me still.
If anyone remains in the room, I don’t notice.
My covered back acts as a shield from prying eyes, including Mary.
I’m grateful; Sebastian must feel it too.
His eyes leave mine to trail down my torso.
“Perfect,” he whispers as his palm slides up, my right nipple hardening to his touch. His thumb runs under the curve of my breast, and I can’t help myself from leaning into the touch, my lashes fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes.” The command is soft, like the way he rubs his palm against my nipple. I obey, our eyes locked. “Good girl.”
The praise ignites my nerves and I shudder.
There’s a tapping sound behind me, we ignore it.
Sebastian’s hand sliding down my exposed chest, his thumb dipping against my navel.
His grip on my hip tightens; he knows I want to squirm.
For the first time, his gaze leaves me, following his hand until he’s staring at my pussy.
He cups me, palm moving from my clit to the end of my slit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
Goosebumps prick at my arms and thighs; my teeth bite into my bottom lip to save me from further embarrassment.
His middle finger slides the expanse of my folds, but as soon as the touch is there, it’s gone.
He holds his hand between us, my arousal sliding down his finger.
“You’re soaked.”
No fucking shit, Sebastian.
My lips part, cheeks flushing, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond. Am I supposed to respond? My chin tilts because that is all I can muster as his lips wrap around his fingers, tasting me.
“You’re supposed to fuck the help, not whatever the fuck you’re doing.” Mary’s voice cuts through, and it’s lethal.
Sebastian takes his time, licking his finger clean, before lowering his hand back down, this time sliding his index and middle fingers through my wet folds.
His head tilts as he collects more of my arousal, circling my clit with precise movements.
My shoulders tremble, I tighten my grip on his chest, and my thighs press against his.
“Well, it’s not fair to make someone’s first time awful, no matter who they are.” He slides one of his fingers inside; I swear I die. “If you can’t respect that and sit there quietly, you may see yourself out.”
His middle finger curls deep inside, making my stomach roll as I lean forward.
I fight the urge to close my eyes as he pumps his finger relentlessly, pleasure flowing through my body in waves until I’m visibly shaking.
Nothing in my life has ever compared to what I’m feeling right now.
I’ve never had the urge to touch myself, never cared to, but now I’m kicking myself for not doing it sooner.
My walls flutter around his single finger and I swear I’m going to fall apart. When I feel another slide in, I lose it, my elbows locking as I lean forward and push my chest into his face.
“Insatiable little dove,” Sebastian tuts, his teeth snagging against my nipple and biting down, eliciting a sharp yelp. He releases my swollen bud, pressing a tender kiss to it as if in apology. “One more and you’ll be able to take me.”
“One more?” My eyebrows furrow.
Another finger plunges up into me and I choke, the feeling of being impossibly full grasps me in a chokehold. I shake my head, my walls clenching around his thick fingers, and wiggle my hips only to be dragged closer.
“If you can’t handle three fingers, how do you think you will be able to take my cock?” he growls. Fucking. Growls.
I cum without warning, my eyes wide as my body ripples with pleasure.
White dots blur my vision, and if I wasn’t so bewildered with the sensation, I’d appreciate the imagery of seeing stars, as if we are out in the garden.
Sebastian pumps his fingers, stretching my pussy until I’m shaking. There‘s no warning when his fingers slide out and something much larger, much thicker replaces them. I choke on my spit, the brutal force of his cock thrusting inside me enough to have my head spinning.
He grunts, his hand grips my braid, still covered in my release. With a tug, Sebastian lifts my chin to toss it back harshly and my gaze catches on Mary. She’s furious.
The blues of her eyes light with a fire that could burn me. I gasp at the feeling of another sharp thrust, a grunt slipping through his lips as he tries to kill me from the inside.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes from the brutality.
Everything goes black.