23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SEBASTIAN
“Us.”
Did I not just say that?
A normal person would be overjoyed they wouldn’t be fucked raw in front of an audience full of housemaids, and my wife. Only Victoria fucking Pierce.
“Us.” Victoria’s lips part and my cock twitches. “Little Dove. Just,” I step closer and her breath hitches, the sharp intake sends blood rushing straight to my already hardening cock, “us.”
Even with the darkness of the room, I can see the desire building in her eyes. Her shoulders are tense, and I wonder if I pushed, she’d crumple to the floor. I don’t want her to crumble. No, I want her to melt into a goddamn puddle.
“I have to pee,” Victoria blurts out, her words jumbled together as one. She makes a move to run, but I catch her with my hand, wrapping strong fingers around her wrist. A soft sound leaves her; a growl leaves me. She’s not going to run away, not when she’s done nothing but provoke me.
Every smart remark, every stolen glance. Every fucking shudder when she comes all over my cock.
This is what she made. I am what she created.
For her and her alone.
The warning, to run while she could, wasn’t something she understood, clearly. Her presence has me in a chokehold and I can no longer breathe unless I’m buried deep inside of her. Victoria created this beast. So, she isn’t running away. I’ll lock her in a fucking cage before that happens.
“No more running, little dove.” My free hand rises, the pad of my thumb tracing over her plump bottom lip. I want to sink my teeth into it. Her lashes flutter and her lip wobbles beneath my touch as it parts. It’s like she knows what to do, and how I will respond.
She is my personal fucking hell.
She is the forbidden fruit I should have turned away from.
“Your Highness.” Victoria’s voice is so soft, barely audible through the thick wave of tension surrounding us.
My eyes narrow as my palm slides down her neck where I swoop my fingers under the robe’s opening.
I run my fingers against her collarbone and she fucking moans.
It’s hushed, but it has the beast clawing against my chest.
“Sebastian,” I say firmly, watching her expression morph into shock. I’ve heard her call me by my name once. The first time I fucked her. It was so low I barely caught it. I’ve wanted to hear it… louder. I want her to scream my name until her voice is hoarse.
Something flickers in her eyes before the confident girl I know is back. I’m not sure what flipped the switch, but the unspoken pull between us has snapped. Before I can think, my lips are on hers.
I growl against her mouth, the warmth sending shockwaves through my body. I’m dizzy. She tastes like sin, or downfall. I want to burn with her, while kissing her, fucking her, destroying her.
Victoria gasps into my mouth, my tongue finding refuge inside the warmth of hers.
I don’t remember the last time I actually kissed someone.
Possibly my wedding day, and that was required.
The act is so intimate and always felt wrong.
Though right now, there is nothing that could pull me away.
Not when she trembles against me, her palms resting on my chest as I pull her closer at the waist so the heat of her body radiates into mine.
We kiss like it’ll be our last.
Like it’s the only thing keeping us alive.
It’s a terrifying feeling, but also exciting.
“Open wider,” I murmur against her lips.
She complies willingly, submitting to me fully as her mouth parts and I can taste her fully.
Peppermint mixes with bourbon, her licks slow and hesitant.
She’s never been touched by another man; I’m not the least bit surprised she’s never touched her mouth to anyone else’s.
Pride and possession fills me. I’m able to mold her into my perfect fucking girl. She will only know what I like alone. No other man will be pleasured by her. No other man will kiss her, fuck her. I’ll make sure of it.
“Sebastian.”
Victoria whispers against my mouth and my patience to take my time is gone, replaced with a hungry, undeniable need to own her. The robe she came in with is pushed from her shoulders, pooling on the ground by her feet. Her nipples bunch as cool air from the open balcony rolls in.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her naked, but it is the first time I get to look.
Mary isn’t here to yell or throw a tantrum, and the housemaids aren’t busy averting their gaze. It’s just Victoria and me. Us.
“Sit.” She doesn’t protest as she steps back and sits on the edge of my bed. Victoria looks like she belongs there, comfortable and waiting. Saliva builds in my mouth, pooling beneath my tongue. I have to swallow before I start to fucking drool. She’s a goddess, and I don’t think she knows it.
I retreat to the other side of my room, dragging the plush velvet chair directly in front of her. Victoria frowns, watching me with a careful yet curious stare while I take a seat, crossing my leg over my knee. The cushion presses to my back while I relax, gaze boring into hers.
“Well?” I ask, confusing her more. My fingers tap against the wooden arms of the chair, my lip curling. “Show me how you touch yourself, Little Dove.”
Realization kicks in, the rosy color of her tightly bunched nipples spreading up to her cheeks. Her breathing is barely audible, but my expression holds. She knows I’m serious. She knows I will get what I want.
I’m waiting for the argument. Instead, I’m pleasantly surprised to see her leg’s open for me, exposing the space between her thighs.
My gaze dips to her glistening cunt as it bares to me and my mouth waters once again.
I want to taste her, to fuck her with my tongue until she cums on it.
I want her to feel pleasure in all forms.
Sexual confidence drips off Victoria, her delicate fingers sliding down her taught stomach until they brush ever so lightly over her pelvis.
She shudders, a wave of goosebumps covering her arms and legs, but not once do her eyes leave mine.
I drop my gaze to the royal blue sheets beneath her, a dark patch forming under her pussy.
Nothing has even happened yet and she’s already soaked. My patience thins.
“Show me,” I repeat, my tone giving no room for argument. “Show me how you play with what’s mine.”
“Yours?” Victoria speaks, her voice breathy. “It’s my body. How does that make it yours?” She’s pushing it.
My eyes narrow while my elbows slide down my knees until I’m leaning toward her. The scent of her arousal smacks me in the face, and I have to mentally hold myself back from lunging at her like a feral dog.
“The moment you agreed to let me breed you, was the moment you became fucking mine.”