27. Stevie
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
STEVIE
Sebastian didn’t say a word to me on the car ride back to the chateau.
And I didn’t want to mention his behavior regarding Pete, because my mind was also distracted.
Still buzzing from the adrenaline rush, I can’t help but replay how the veins in Sebastian’s arms bulged as he strangled Larry or how he walked right up to Pete and shot him in the head without hesitation.
It’s one thing when someone tells you about their darkness, but it’s a completely different thing to witness it firsthand.
I should be more shocked by what I saw. Any normal person would be, right?
But I’m not, and I can’t explain why. Sure, it’s overwhelming, but the way I’m handling it—or lack thereof—is what makes me question my own morals.
I should be running as far away from Sebastian and his crew as I can, but he pulls me in.
The door slams behind us as we enter our room at the chateau. It startles me. We have to talk about this, because I can’t stand the silence between us.
“Sebastian?” I say his name softly. I hate feeling this way around him.
He walks into the bedroom, leaving the door open.
I follow close behind him and use a firmer tone this time. “Sebastian.”
Without answering, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it into the corner of the room. My heart flutters at the sight of his chest, tattooed ink covering the entirety of it.
“Sebastian!” I yell, even though he’s only a few feet from me.
His head whips around, his features tight but troubled. “Yes, Stevie?”
“Can we talk about this?”
“Talk about what?”
Him killing Pete? Or freaking out about Pete’s lips touching mine for less than a millisecond?
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Everything that happened tonight?”
“Sure.” He clasps his hands behind his neck in exasperation. “You did well. I’m proud of you for getting the job done. The way I feel right now has nothing to do with you.”
“I don’t believe you,” I bite back. “What’s wrong?”
Sebastian walks over to the dresser, gripping the edge. “It doesn’t matter.”
I hate seeing him upset, but I’m realizing he’s conflicted about us.
“It does to me.”
He remains silent.
“Sebastian?” I approach him, gently resting my hands on both his shoulders. His skin is hot and tingles through my fingertips. “Talk to me.”
“Why did you kiss him?” he demands. His tone is harsh and not how he usually speaks to me.
“It was part of the act,” I say. “Wasn’t I supposed to get him to leave the café with me?”
“Yes.” Sebastian’s shoulders flex. He turns around, but steps away from me. “Your instructions were to lure him out to the alley, not to make out with him.”
“I didn’t make out with him!” I defend myself with frustration, folding my arms across my chest.
“That’s not what it sounded like or looked like from the guys parked outside the front of the restaurant,” he spits back.
Now my blood is boiling. “I leaned over the table to pretend…to act like I was going to kiss him. But as soon as his lips barely touched mine, I instantly backed away!”
Sebastian’s steps toward me, his size crowding my space. “But he touched your lips, didn’t he?”
“This is ridiculous!” I exclaim. “I can’t believe you’re acting this way.” I plant a frustrated hand on my hip. “And besides, we’re not really together so it shouldn’t matter!”
Sebastian’s eyes darken. “I don’t give a fuck, Stevie!” Then he takes another quick step toward me, eating the short distance still left between us. “In this space, you are my girl. And I intend on treating you as such as long as we’re working on this project together.”
My heart falls to my stomach as if I’ve swallowed a rock. “Oh, yeah? Then why did you refuse to sleep in the same bed as me the other night?”
“It’s complicated.”
I blow out a frustrated breath. “So I have to deal with a jealous boyfriend like things are real, but I get none of the perks?” My eyes widen.
What did I just say?
“Perks?”
“You know what I mean,” I dismiss, hoping he’ll forget I said it.
“I’d like to hear you say it.”
My eyes dart to the other side of the room at nothing in particular. I just need to look away from him. “Say what?”
“Stevie?”
I rub my lips together and refocus on him, but his eyes go to my mouth. “Yes?”
“Say you want more from me.”
It’s clear he isn’t going to give up, and why not be honest? I have nothing to hide. I’m a woman with needs, and I should be confident with them. “I want the perks of having you as a boyfriend.”
Desire transforms his features while his palm slides up the side of my face and his fingers thread through my hair. I lean in, craving his touch. “Let me play with you a little. I’ll make sure you get all the perks you want.”
I nod, wanting to give in finally to every dirty thought I’ve had about him.
Sebastian drops to his knees, bringing both of his warm hands to the outside of my legs. Sliding his palms along my skin, he traces a path over my knees and thighs while lifting my dress at the same time. In one swift motion, he ducks his head under the fabric. Goose bumps spread across my body.
His lips move to the inside of my thigh while his fingers hook around the string of my panties. “I can smell you, Stevie, and it’s exactly like what I remember.”
My head falls back. Oh, fuck. I want this so badly.
After my panties are down around my ankles, Sebastian’s lips meet the outside of my core. His warm breath dusts my sensitive area before he places a soft kiss on my slit.
“Oh, Sebastian,” I groan.
An electric current rushes up my spine as he suddenly dips his tongue inside me. Sebastian devours me, turning his head to the side like last time, to get deeper while gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them into him.
But then draws his head back, causing my pussy to pulse with an intense ache. “I want to see all of you,” he says while sliding his hands along the outside of my legs and over my hips, taking my dress with them until they slip under my bra and massage over my breasts.
My nipples harden under his touch. He bends, taking one into his mouth and sucking while I slip my dress over the top of my head.
“Mmm,” I hum, enjoying his warm mouth on me.
He pops off, taking his tongue to lick across my chest until he reaches the second one and sucks again. “I want to taste every part of you,” he mutters into my skin as my nipples pebble with pleasure.
After a moment, he releases and glides his tongue up my chest, stopping at the hollow of my collarbone to rest his lips at the flicker of my pulse like he has my body mapped.
My hands are in his hair, craving more of him.
Before long, he’s tracing a wet trail of desperation along my jawline, then to my mouth.
Standing at full height now, he grips my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. “I want to consume you.”
“Take me, please,” I manage to say despite his tight hold on me.
In a flash, his tongue is down my throat. I try to open my mouth wide, to let him inside, to let him take everything from me he needs, but I can’t open any more. My head falls back, and I can barely catch my breath while he swirls around my mouth.
Sebastian lets out a groan, holding my mouth in place. I can breathe through one nostril, but that’s all the precious air I require right now. Then suddenly he draws back, capturing my eyes in his.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” He releases me and drops to his knees again.
“Yes.”
Sebastian’s hands pull my legs apart, causing my legs to shake with anticipation of his hot mouth back on me.
Once again, he leaves a slow, warm kiss on the top of my core before he licks at me once again.
My stomach flutters. My head tingles and I’m already peaking.
But he stops, leaving another kiss on the inside of my other thigh. “And that I respect you, right?”
His tongue slides along my skin before returning to suck my clit. Desperately, I scan the room for something to hold on to, but nothing is close. At any moment my limbs could give out. I bend, wrapping my arms around his head, keeping him in place as my stomach clenches and an orgasm breaches.
“Uh-huh,” I moan, riding out my aftershocks. “Of course.”
“Because in a minute, it’s going to seem like I don’t,” he growls.
Before I have a chance to say anything more, two muscular arms enclose around my legs, hoisting me up and knocking the wind out of me. My vision is hazy from the climax, but my eyes drag across the ceiling as my back meets the thick comforter on the bed.
Sebastian crawls on top of me, taking my two hands into his, then lifts them over my head. Cold metal wraps around my wrists, shocking me out of a euphoric fog.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tugging on my bound hands.
Sebastian pulls off his shirt and palms the mattress on either side of me, his body is above me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Stevie.” He lowers to kiss me, and I lift my head to get closer, but he doesn’t mirror my attempt and keeps some distance between us.
“I’m going to fuck you until the only man you can think about is me. ”
“You don’t have to trap me here. I don’t have any intention of running away.”
“I like the idea of you at my mercy.” He unbuckles his belt, then slides it out and throws it to the side. While maintaining eye contact, he takes off his jeans and boxers. My heart jumps into my chest when I glance down to see how red and pulsing his cock is.
He then climbs between my legs, forcing them apart. Then smooths his eyes up and down my naked body. I shiver at the sensation of being exposed.
Without a word, he plunges his finger into the heat between my legs. My back arches off the bed as he crooks it briefly before taking it out and bringing it to his mouth.
“I’m fucking addicted to you.”
I smile, warmth moving through my body like honey. “Good.”
A smirk slowly transforms his face when his hand is instantly at my throat. Shocked, I suck in a gulp of air, but his thumb presses deeper, partially cutting off my oxygen.
This is so fucking hot. Am I okay with this? How am I folding for him so quickly?
He bends, bringing his face inches from mine. “Now, you’re going to take this dick like a good girl.” His dark eyes flare with something primal, and for a brief moment, I get hit with a bolt of panic. “And you’re not going to come until I tell you to.”
“Yes,” I moan.
With one hand on my throat, the other around his hard length, he pumps himself a few times while the tip of his dick prods at my core. The tease is unbearable, my hips bucking, trying to get him to stick it in.
With one controlled thrust, he enters me, forcing my eyes to close. Sebastian drops forward, his hungry lips crash mine in a desperate, deep kiss that brings a pool of heat to my belly.
“Fuck, Stevie.” His rough groan is the best fucking sound. “You’re so wet and ready for me.”
With every roll of his hips, my insides tightened. “Oh god,” I purr.
I buck back at him, craving the friction he gives my clit every time he slides in. “I feel you getting ready to come again, and that’s not going to happen yet.” He forcefully pulls himself out.
I yelp, my body craving another release. “Sebastian.”
“I want to hear you beg.” He releases the grip on my neck, placing his bent elbows on either side of my head.
“Please.”
“Tell me how much you need to come,” he mumbles against my lips as he thrusts back into me.
“Please, Sebastian,” I beg, and I don’t fucking care how needy I sound because I want him so badly right now.
Another deep thrust, but before he slides out again, I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him in place. The trembling in my legs intensifies as another orgasm is building.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, licking at my lips and the tip of my nose.
A guttural groan comes from the back of my throat as I ride another climax with him tucked inside of me. Sebastian’s hips move in rhythm until they quicken to become more erratic.
“Fuck, Stevie,” he pants into my neck.
My arms jerk at the handcuffs because I want to hold him close to me, but I can’t.
He lifts his face, red, and his eyes are glazed over. “You’re mine.” His tone is calm, authoritative. “This pussy is mine.” He thrusts a few more times, and then he does something I’m not expecting. He pulls himself out and lets his cum shoot all over the outside of my pussy, drenching it.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans. The look on his face…it’s all pleasure, and I can’t stop staring at him.
“Can I be released now?” I huff out, spent from the rolling orgasms.
Sebastian lifts his head, gives my nipple a quick suck, then dives his finger into my pussy. My eyes close, because my body is raw and sensitive now. But then he removes it and brings his index finger to my mouth. “Open.”
I do as he says, parting my lips.
Then he takes my arousal and his cum and swirls it around my tongue.
“Mmm,” I say.
“That’s us. Now stick your tongue out.”
Again, I do as he commands, opening my mouth. He lowers, giving my tongue a deep and long lick, tasting himself.
“Now you can be free.”
Sebastian reaches over me and flicks a small switch, making the rings pop open.
My sore arms drop to my side. I grab one and rub the red marking on my wrist. “Wait. Didn’t you need a key?”
He smiles. “I never locked them.”
“Don’t they latch by themselves?”
“Not these.”
Sebastian leaves another line of kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck. “So, I could have gotten myself out?”
His eyes flick up to mine. “Yep.”
My jaw drops in disbelief. “What the hell!” I hit the side of his arm.
Sebastian rolls off me and onto his back, laughing.
I sit up on my elbow, facing him. “That was fucked up. I would have given you what you wanted with or without the handcuffs.”
“Is that so?” he plays.
Absolutely.