Chapter 12 – Sienna #2
Sebastian lets out a choked, guttural sound as he comes, his body jerking with the force of it. I don’t pull away. I take him deep, holding him in my mouth and swallowing every drop as his release hits me. I want to own this moment; I want to own every part of his surrender.
He lies there, completely spent, his mouth hanging open as he tries to remember how to breathe. His eyes are glazed, fixed on the ceiling, as the last of the tremors move through his frame. The man who was so composed and in control just moments ago is now breathless and broken at my feet.
I pull back slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and meet his wide, shocked stare. The silence in the room is heavy, filled only with the sound of his ragged gasps and the frantic beating of my own heart.
I get ready to slip off the edge of the bed and leave him in his daze, but I don’t even make it a foot.
Sebastian’s hand shoots out, his fingers locking around my ankle like a shackle.
With one powerful tug, he yanks me back toward him, dragging my body across the sheets until I’m pinned beneath him once more.
He looms over me, his weight heavy and demanding. I can feel his erection against me—thick, hard, and already ready for more. The air between us is electric, charged with a tension that’s even more dangerous than before.
He reaches for the nightstand drawer, his eyes never leaving mine.
He pulls out a foil packet and tears it open with his teeth, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet room.
He rolls the protection on with a slow, deliberate focus, holding my gaze the entire time.
It’s a silent promise of what’s coming, and despite everything and two orgasms, I feel a fresh wave of desire stir deep in my belly.
His hand moves from the bed to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze hard, but his grip is firm, a possessive weight that forces me to look at him. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as his other hand reaches between us to align himself with my heat.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he whispers, his voice a low, dark promise that sends shivers down my spine. “Every inch, Sienna. Do you understand?”
“Damn you, Sebastian—” I start to snap, my voice thick with defiance.
But I don’t get the chance to finish. He lunges forward, plunging into me in one hard, deep stroke that knocks the air right out of my lungs.
He doesn’t give me a second to adjust. He thrusts again, hard and fast, driving himself deep until pleasure bursts like white light behind my eyes.
It’s a brutal, relentless pace. I try to shift, to find some air, but there’s no escaping him.
He has me pinned, his hand steady around my throat and his body acting as a cage.
He’s everywhere at once. His mouth devours mine, then moves to my jaw and my eyelids, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. The world shrinks down to the sound of our skin hitting and the bed creaking under his weight.
I’m drowning in him. I lock my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every bit of the friction. His stamina is unreal; he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t tire, just keeps pushing me further and further toward the edge.
My pride is the first thing to break. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that I can’t keep the silence anymore. I’m desperate for that explosion, for the release that feels just out of reach.
“Sebastian,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “Please…I can’t…please.”
I’m begging him now, my fingers digging into his back, my body arched and shaking. I don’t care about the past or the mistakes we made. I just need him to break me again.
He looks down at me, a dark, smug grin pulling at his lips as he watches me unravel. He doesn’t give me what I need—not yet. He slows his pace just enough to torture me, his eyes searching mine.
“Tell me what you want, Sienna,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. “Say it.”
“Please,” I choke out, my pride long gone. “I want to come. Sebastian, please.”
He lets out a low, dark laugh that vibrates through my entire body. Finally, he slips his hand down between our joined bodies. His thumb finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and applies a sharp, rhythmic pressure while he continues his deep, rhythmic thrusting.
I explode shamelessly.
The scream is ripped from my lungs as my body arches off the bed, my muscles seizing in a peak so intense it feels like I’m breaking apart. I’m lost in the waves of it, my vision blurring as I cling to his shoulders.
With one final, powerful thrust, Sebastian’s grip on my throat tightens just a fraction.
He lets out a guttural growl, his head falling into the crook of my neck as he finally shatters after me.
His weight becomes a heavy, grounding force as he pours himself into the release, his heart hammering against mine.
Slowly, the frantic noise of the room fades. The only sound left is our ragged, synchronized breathing.
As we come down from the high, silence reigns. The heat that felt so right moments ago begins to cool, replaced by a heavy, suffocating tension. He doesn’t move, and I don’t pull away, both of us trapped in the quiet aftermath of a mistake we were both too desperate to avoid.
Suddenly, his arm drapes over my waist, his hand splayed across my stomach. His body molds against mine like a memory I thought I’d buried.
I lie in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, my heartbeat slowly settling—but not enough to quiet the storm in my chest.
I can feel his breath along the back of my shoulder, the steady weight of his presence. The temptation of peace whispers at the edges, but peace is a luxury I don’t get. Forgiveness is a language I refuse to speak.
He drifts to sleep with his forehead resting against my shoulder, protective, unconscious. I stay awake. My body still tingles from him, my heart betraying me with each traitorous beat.
And my mind—relentless, precise—returns to the review that shattered him, to every lie, every manipulation, every calculated cruelty that came after that. My mind traces the plan I’ve built with precision sharper than any knife. I’ve slept in his arms before. It cost me everything.
Not this time.
This time, I’ll take from him instead.
I close my eyes slowly, letting the weight of his arm settle over me like a vow I refuse to believe. Revenge will come. Just not tonight.