16. 14.
14.
Callie
Spinning lies .
He’s between my legs, his hand placed possessively around my neck as I gulp from the dark tone of his voice. Nice, agreeable Sebastian is gone, and the man left behind is something else.
“I always say the truth–” I start, but he’s tsking before I even have a chance to finish the sentence.
“No.” He growls. “You knew there was something between us. That’s why you worked so hard to avoid me.”
I swallow, grateful for the darkness. “I avoided you because we were crossing a line.”
“What line?” he pushes. I’m paralyzed in his hands. His body is hot close to mine, he’s hard as steel between my legs and I’d be lying again if I said I wanted us to part.
“I never got that close to an Eligible,” I say lamely.
His chuckle is husky. “Probably because you never wanted to shag them.”
“Sebastian…” I groan.
I’m at my wit’s end. I’m angry at him for kissing Isla, angry because I can’t shout at him like I wanted. Angry because he’s not mine. Except he is.
He’s mine .
“I never want to kiss another person ever again, Callie.” He promises, reading my mind.
“You will.” I insist on trying to bring us both back to reality. “At least at the finale, you must.”
“No one can make me kiss anyone.”
“You signed a contract…”
“I signed a contract saying I’d finish the season, and I will. No one can make me fall in love with them. Not even you.”
“Fuck, Sebastian, this is not good. My job, I–”
He silences me with a kiss. I hate how easy it is. He gets me to melt for him with just a kiss. Makes me forget my reason and the job I was hired to do.
I’m not a romantic person. I have told myself that for years. It’s the perfect explanation of why I avoided relationships; I’m just career-focused. But then Sebastian nips on my lower lip and calls my name with a growl and I can’t… I can’t deny this anymore.
The showrunner is dating the casting director. Many members of the crew went out with eliminated girls before. How hard could it possibly be to believe that one day someone would be interested in the Eligible?
Well, I barely believe it myself.
Not the Callie Sosa with a laser beam focus. Not the Callie Sosa with short words and a bright future.
I have a future in this network. How hard is it for a girl from the wrong side of town to get where I am now? I know how much I worked for this, and I beg myself to put a break on us, but…
Don’t I deserve happiness, too? Don’t I deserve to have it all?
I’m a scrambling mess when I put a distance between Sebastian’s lips and mine. He feels the change and lets me go, even though I’m still pressed between his chest and the wall, my legs still wrapped firmly around him.
His fingers leave my neck, and if I think I couldn’t breathe before, now is even worse. I suck in a breath when he brings his hand up to my cheek, caressing with the back of his hand in such an intimate gesture, a lump forms in my throat.
“I know I’m being selfish, love.” He whispers over my parted lips. “I looked at this at every possible angle, but…”
He doesn’t say it out loud and neither do I. He knows it is wrong, just like I do. And still, we can’t help ourselves. I stepped back from him for no good reason because I could feel in my bones we were going to cross a line.
Lie.
I wanted to cross the line. From the second I put my eyes on Sebastian, I knew he was the best-looking man I have ever seen, and I hoped he was a stuffy aristocrat with a king complex.
But no.
He’s funny, easy to talk to and so damn down to earth. We only needed to talk on the phone once, and I knew I never wanted to hang up.
I want to show him the city, the grossest burger joint I love. I want to bring him to my ridiculously small apartment, knowing well he had never been in such a cramped space.
I want to introduce him to my brothers and not help in the slightest when Ben and Dario try to tear him a new one.
I want to be friends with his gorgeous sister and meet Maverick. And I desperately want them to like me.
I want to scandalize his parents with my accent, heritage, and bad attitude.
I really want to taint his bloodline.
I can say to myself it was Anya’s warning until the cows come home, but deep down I know it was my fear that made me avoid him.
Sebastian Riggs is terrifying.
His breathing catches, and his forehead comes down to mine. I wish I could see his eyes. I need to see the struggle I feel in my bones reflected in that ocean blue.
But in the dark, I can only wish. His breath mingles with mine; one hand makes a mess of my hair.
“You need to be strong for both of us,” he pleas. “I can’t be the one who wrecks your life, but I don’t think I can’t let you go.”
And he’d destroy my life. I know, I know. My hands clutch his shoulders, and I feel deep inside that there’s no way around it. We can’t get out of this unscathed. I’m always going to be the producer who slept with the Eligible.
It will ruin my chances inside The Final Rose .
It will taint my name with the network, and with any other shows. My career will be ruined because all the stories involving crew members and the talent were always told by men to other men.
Being with Sebastian is writing a scarlet letter on my chest.
The answer is clear as water before me.
And yet, I kiss him.
My lips catch his, and I swallow his groan. Suddenly my clothes are too restrictive, the leather jacket catches when my arms try to roam free. And I beg between his lips, “Help me take this off.”
Sebastian lets my legs go for a second, my feet meet the ground and he has to bring his head down to keep kissing me. I’m off the wall. His hands are free to help me remove everything between us. The jacket, the stupid scarf, and a sweater I put underneath.
When the last layer is off my body, I hear his husky laugh. “It’s not that cold, love.”
I scoff, but I can’t be bothered to talk about the weather right now. I’m on a mission to destroy my life, and I want to do it thoroughly.
My hands find his chest, so deliciously bare under my palms. His muscles bulge when I work my way down, feeling his skin, my senses tuned to what I can’t see.
I reach for the elastic band, my thumbs make a line from side to side, and I hear his breath intake. My head whips up even in the dark, following the sound, and he comes close to me again. Hand on the nape of my neck, fingers buried in my hair.
“Callie…” and I swear he says it just to test it out. To remind himself it’s me who’s with him.
I whimper when he closes the space, his chest on mine covered only by a bra. He tugs my head up, holding me by the hair. My mouth falls open, and he takes the opportunity to take my lips once again.
I’m frantic after this. I want to sign my death certificate and fall into the night. I rise on my tiptoes to take more of him, my hands on his corded muscled back, his hands undoing my bra.
It falls between us, and I barely have a chance to fret about how I’m going to find my clothes in the dark. Sebastian breaks our kiss to go down to my neck as his left hand takes one breast.
He makes a sound that doesn’t agree with his good boy image, and his mouth closes on my nipple while he tugs the other. His hot mouth and the pad of his fingers trace infuriating circles and the feeling travels down to my core.
“Sebastian…” I beg him between moans and whimpers.
His big hands go down my waist. He kneads my hips, and my body chases his.
“I got you, Callie,” he whispers, and I hope he’s telling the truth.
Those fingers go to the buttons of my jeans, and he undoes them in a flash. I’m hot all over, a pleading mess and so high on him. His flesh, his taste, his warmth.
He tugs the jeans down my legs, and I’m relieved he’s as desperate as me. Once my jeans are discarded alongside my shoes, I’m back in his arms, my legs back around his narrow waist as he presses me again to the wall like it’s my place.
His teeth graze my jaw, his hand moves my face out of the way to fulfill his whims. And I let him because at some point a knot came undone.
Sebastian turns into a savage as he devours me. I love his rough side, the grunts, and his tongue trying to trace all over my skin. If I’m expecting a gentleman, I’m mistaken.
I feel his hand coming between us, lowering his pajamas, and then I’m overcome by the feeling of him hot between us.
I hold my breath; he chuckles. Somewhere in my deep conscience, I know this is wrong. I can’t be doing this. I shouldn’t wish for things that aren’t meant for me.
Even so, I let his hand between us tug my underwear to the side. I feel his finger making a path between my legs and I throw my head back. Sebastian bites my jaw, and I move, practically hopping on top of him, begging like I never thought I would.
He doesn’t give it to me straight away. His fingers tease my clit slowly and I have to bite my lip down not to scream.
“I wish I could see you riding my hand.” He says as the words break. His voice is low and raw.
“What? Oh god.”
He pushes a finger inside me, long and deep and I tremble in his hands, when he adds another one I let a moan free. I imagine those corded arms working me and my toes curl.
“I wish I could see you, too.”
As much as I love the darkness, I can only imagine what he looks like. Sebastian is a god among men. He’s perfect in every angle, every pose.
Something tells me he’s not looking so perfect right now.
I feel his damp skin, my hands messing with his ever-so-flawless hair. I can hear the dryness in his tone, the want, and the pure animalistic way he says my name.
I wish I could see him losing control.
I grab his cock, tired of being tortured, afraid the moment will pass me by. His growl fuels my intentions and I slowly pump him. He takes his fingers away, I feel my own wetness when he carves into my thighs for levered while angling his cock to my entrance.
He slips inside at an agonizing pace, his arms shake, and I catch myself before I moan too loudly.
And then I hear it.
Steps through the house, quiet wishes of good morning of the half-asleep crew.
I gasp, but he covers my mouth with his hand. I stay frozen, my eyes closing in fear as I hear my colleagues start their day, not far from the doorless pantry where I stand naked.
Sebastian’s hand on my ass grips to the point of pain. His mouth descends to the shell of my ear and his voice is so low I mostly feel the vibrations on my skin.
“Are you going to be quiet?”
I should say no.
I can’t be quiet. I can’t be still. I want to scream, moan, and move around. I want to fall apart in his arms.
But I nod my head quickly, his hand still over my mouth knowing my promise means nothing.
And then he buries himself to the hilt.
I’m glad he never moved his hand because I’m a whimpering mess under his palm. My back arches, and I wish I could have seen his size before agreeing to remain quiet.
I feel his wet tongue making a path to my neck to bite my earlobe. Sebastian moves slowly and punishing, “Shh, quiet. Don’t say a word, Calliope.” And when I nod again, he praises me, “That’s my girl.”
He sets a pace. I know I’m making marks on his back, but my nails are my only outlet.
Someone turns the kitchen lights on. They’re coming in and making coffee. I hear their jokes, the rustling of clothes, and the clink of mugs.
Sebastian’s hand leaves my mouth, and I almost ask him to bring it back. I can’t trust myself.
I feel like a new woman, his thrusts making me into someone I don't recognize. I bite my lip, my eyes locked into the illuminated part of the almost empty pantry. The shelves are bare, but if anyone decides to come in, they can see us. They will catch—
“Hey,” Sebastian says, bumping his nose to mine.
And for the first time, I look his way.
We aren’t in the darkness anymore. Even in the low light, I can see him perfectly now. His eyes are pinned on me and my hands move from his shoulders to his face, taking it between my palms, feeling the roughness of his shaved jaw.
“Hi,” I mouth.
And he drills on me while looking right into my eyes, in the most intimate moment of my life. My hands go to his neck, his pulse thundering and his hips driving me into madness.
I feel his thickness from my head to my toes, his cock slamming into me and ripping me open pussy and heart. The tears threaten to fall, I'm overwhelmed, lost in the feel and taste of him.
When my tongue comes out to wet my bottom lip, it’s like he reads my mind. He kisses me, a hand coming to my chin, angling me to open up, but the tender moment doesn't interrupt how good he's fucking me. He kisses me like I'm precious and I'm about to break and in a way I am.
I feel my orgasm building, I feel it in my bones gathering and coming for me and I have no way to stop it.
I can’t hear the crew outside anymore. I don’t notice the world turning around us.
Then Sebastian’s hands leave my chin, and he grabs the other side of my hips, bringing us a step away from the wall. My lower back is removed from it, the new angle is merciless, my hands close in a fist and he doesn’t stop.
It’s thrust after thrust. The tears finally drop when I unravel, I have to clamp my hand over my mouth.
The orgasm is powerful, it washes over me baptizing our mistakes, cementing who we are now. He soon follows, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream and it's beautiful to see.
I feel his release inside me, filling me up in a way I can't explain. His forehead comes to mine as he pumps over his orgasm, gently, slowly, and my breath comes out raggedly.
Someone drops a mug on the floor, loud sound of ceramic breaking loud in the early morning.
I look at Sebastian in alarm, and he looks right back to me.
Then, everything else breaks, too.