24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
VERONICA
Ican count all the times I’ve touched myself on one hand.
Not because I didn’t enjoy it, because…well, it always felt good…
but I was never one to care about sex. If anything, Gareth told me I was weird when I drunkenly admitted I didn’t do it.
That night I touched myself for the first time, and while, sure, it was nice, I didn’t feel it was needed.
Now that Sebastian has touched me…
I find myself wanting, no craving, the pleasure that simple fingers can provide. His fingers.
Sebastian’s eyes are full of heat. The way he stares at me makes me feel as if I am the only thing that matters. Even if that isn’t true, it feels like it at this moment. Pride swells in my chest.
He needs me. It doesn’t matter if it’s only sexual. I’ve been without him for so long, needing me in any form is all I need.
The feeling of being desired is so powerful, it nearly suffocates me.
It’s raw and gripping, his gaze so penetrating, I swear I could cum from just a look.
That has always been the hold Sebastian Baros has over me.
Even as kids, he could convince me to do anything.
The only difference is now, anything is truly anything.
His words grip me, my pussy clenching around nothing as my fingers move on their own accord, the soft pads sliding down until pleasure erupts through me from the lightest brush against my clit. I shudder, my lashes fluttering from the initial shock.
It’s never been like this. So heightened, sensitive.
“Eyes on me, little dove.” Sebastian’s voice is controlled. It drives me insane.
Even his freaking voice has my pussy throbbing. I’m dizzy from it, in a euphoric sense. Liberated in the strangest way. For once, I want to follow his orders. I want to make him proud.
My lashes lift and his eyes are the only thing I can focus on.
No matter what, he knows I’m under the twisted spell he casts over me.
His lips quirk and my heart flutters as I slide my fingers to feel the sticky arousal between my legs.
I’m soaked and nothing has happened yet.
It’s embarrassing to know how much Sebastian affects me.
I’d be completely mortified if I wasn’t so turned on.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit. My voice is soft. His eyes soften.
“How have you made it in the village without being chased around by men?” Sebastian’s question catches me off guard. Is he…jealous?
No one in the village even looks my way. Mostly because they didn’t like that I talked back to them. Gareth is the only one who enjoys the way I make the other men tense.
Even if they do look at me with desire, I never notice. I never care to.
“I…”
“Maybe women?” he asks and my nose scrunches.
I can barely stand myself ninety percent of the time, nevermind another woman. Most of them are too dramatic, too whiny.
“No,” I say, shaking my head as I slowly rub my thumb over my clit. “I just… never cared to?”
Sebastian’s expression molds, like he isn’t sure if he believes me or not.
It doesn’t matter if he does, considering I’ve never lied.
Well… not really. I don’t count hiding under a secret identity as lying.
Being Victoria Pierce instead of Veronica Beverly is just an incredibly stupid way to be close to him.
Stalker much?
I consider myself charmingly loyal.
“I’ve only cared to feel this way because of you.”
The look of confusion on Sebastian’s face snaps to something unreadable. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes soften before his face is masked with a goddamn brick wall. I immediately want to take back my words. Sebastian is going to shut down on me, and that’s the last thing I want right now.
“Not that it’s because of you, but beca—”
“Don’t get attached to me.”
My heart sinks as the cold, clipped tone fills the space between us.
The rubbing of my clit stops, and I can’t help but stare at him as if he’s ripped my heart right out of my chest. He quite possibly has.
I’m already attached; I’ve been attached since I was seven years old.
Even with so many years apart, I’ve held onto that feeling.
“I-I’m not, I just…” What the hell am I trying to say?
Sebastian rises from the chair, his robe falling elegantly onto the floor . The atmosphere shifts, and I’m lying flat on my back, my wrists gripped in one strong hand, pinned above my head. His cock slides against my pelvis and I gasp, feeling it throb and twitch. It’s thick and warm.
“Don’t,” he says again, eyes locked down on my own. “I can’t give you what you are asking for, even if I wanted to.”
Did he want to?
Hope festers and my lips press together. I don’t want to say anything that could potentially ruin this moment.
“You’ve already managed to make yourself a problem. I can’t afford a bigger one. Do you understand?” Sebastian’s eyes are pleading. It’s silent, but I can see it. I’m impacting him. Victoria is cracking his walls.
“I understand,” I murmur and he sighs, the warmth of his breath fanning over my face.
After a contemplating look, he swoops down to capture my lips.
It’s soft and far different from the kiss before.
If I could think straight, I’d try to read into the meaning behind it, but I can’t.
Not when his lips glide perfectly over mine and our tongues touch with needy fever.
I don’t even realize his cock sliding inside of my throbbing pussy until he’s rolling his hips, the thick tip brushing over the spot that has me crying into his mouth. There was no prep, no stretching me.
He couldn’t be bothered. He needed to be inside me.
It doesn’t even register that I’m pushed into the mattress until I open my eyes to see him staring down at me.
His honey coated irises are a dark caramel, filled with unspoken meaning.
I know he can sense my longing; it’s not something I cover up easily.
Not when this is everything I’ve ever wanted.
The grip on my wrists tightens while his free hand digs into my hip to keep me in place. I wouldn’t move, even if there were a gun to my temple.
Pleasure builds in my gut with each powerful thrust of his cock, the muscles of his abdomen rolling smoothly.
I want to reach down and touch them. He presses his forehead to mine.
Heated tension and looks of want are all that’s exchanged.
The connection we’ve always had is something he feels. I know he feels it.
A pull like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Magnetic and strong.
It’s relentless and unforgiving.
Utterly and undeniably terrifying. Fuck.
Sebastian’s fingers dig harsher against my hip, and I feel the bruise forming.
Our harsh breaths mingle as he snaps his hips against mine.
The smell of sex floods the room despite the open doors of the balcony.
His room overlooks the garden so I wouldn’t be surprised if the incompetent gardener can hear the moans.
He’s grunting, louder than usual, but still concealing those sounds I want to hear so fucking badly. I selfishly want to hear the real noises he makes, the ones I’m positive he’s never released out loud before.
“Your cunt was made for my cock,” Sebastian growls, the sound guttural.
My stomach flips and my orgasm crashes through me. I cry out against his mouth and he swallows it, his tongue twisting around mine. Every part of my body trembles, my toes curling at the sensation washing over me.
Soft praises of ‘good girl’ and ‘there we fucking go’ are spoken between kisses.
Sebastian releases my wrists, his hand sliding under my knee to hike my leg over his broad shoulder.
The new angle has overwhelming pleasure bursting through me, and I arch my back with each thrust. My breasts jiggle as he fucks me, and Sebastian’s lips suck on one of my nipples until another wave of sensation ripples.
There’s no warning when he snaps his hips one last time and warmth fills me.
His teeth clench against my nipple and he groans.
My pussy welcomes the hot spurts of his cum and Sebastian makes no move to pull out.
I don’t know how long we stay locked together, our chests rising and falling in a synced rhythm.
What I do know, is he doesn’t let go once he rolls to his side, engulfing me in two strong arms, holding me to his chest as if he doesn’t want to let go.