27. CHAPTER 27
SEBASTIAN
T he bouncers released their grip, and I straightened out my cuffs, then ran my hand through my hair. This burning rage inside of me was fuelling the fire that was in my stomach. It was spreading through my veins.
“Stay away from her.”
He laughed again, straightening his suit. “Get out.”
The bouncers pushed me towards the door before releasing my arms.
“This isn’t over, Nicholas,” I warned him over my shoulder.
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
Stepping out into the cool, fresh air, I took a deep breath to try and calm that rage in me.
My eyes flickered down the alley, catching Aria’s silhouette.
This girl was driving me crazy.
“Nyx, what the hell were you doing back there?”
“Trying to have a good time, but once again, you ruined that,” she snapped.
I backed her against the wall. “You want a good time, Nyx?” I growled in her ear.
I pinned her wrists above her head. My whole body pressed against her, consuming any space between us. I traced my fingers down her arm and rested them on her chin, tilting her head for her eyes to meet mine.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes burned like the full moon laced with desire. “Sebastian, please.”
I leaned into her ear, taking in her apple scent. “Please, what?” Her breath hitched, her heart racing against mine.
“I … I …”
My eyes dropped to her full, pink lips, and I was powerless but to give in to this unbearable need. I tightened my grip around her wrists and trailed my lips down to her neck, my cock straining against my trouser fabric. She had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Sebastian …” Her voice was lower than a whisper.
My hand trailed up her thigh, under her skirt, my fingers pushing the little lace that barely covered her to the side.
My lips made their way to her ear. “Who do you belong to?” I whispered, massaging her clit.
She caught her breath and let out a desperate whimper.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked her again, running my two fingers down and thrusting them into her dripping pussy.
She rose to her tiptoes, her body pushing harder against mine, her moan vibrating through my ear, heightening every nerve in my body.
I slowly pulled my two fingers out and started rubbing her clit again.
“Last time I’m going to ask you, Nyx. Who do you belong to?”
“You. I belong to you,” she finally managed to get out.
“Good girl.”
She was mine and always had been. I wasn’t about to let anyone else have her.
I released her wrists, and her hands found my belt buckle, undoing it and releasing that tight coil of tension in my core.
She lowered to her knees and started to stroke my long length.
Any control or restraint I had left flew out the window.
The tip of her tongue licked the pre-cum off that I’d already leaked from her touch, sending shivers up my spine.
“Fuck,” I growled, my palm hitting the wall to steady me.
Her eyes met mine as she slowly took me into her mouth. My body was igniting, lighting everything in it, setting a blaze through me.
“That’s it. Look at you, taking all of me.”
My free hand took hold of her hair, and I gently started thrusting, holding off for a beat when she gagged around me.
“Fuck, Nyx. Play with yourself for me. I want to watch you come whilst you take me in your mouth.”
She took her free hand and started rubbing herself, her moans vibrating on my cock, sending a rush straight to my core.
Her breathing became heavier, her moans intensifying. She was nearly there, and I was ready to explode, the pressure unbearable, this deep burning overflowing from my core.
“Look at me. I want to watch you come.”
Her eyes fixed on mine, I could see her orgasm hit as her body trembled. All it took was that look.
“Fuck.” I slammed my palm into the wall, releasing everything into her mouth. She swallowed and flicked her tongue out to clean up anything that was left before I pulled her up and pressed my lips hard onto hers, tasting myself on her tongue.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said after pulling away.
After zipping my trousers back up, I removed my jacket and wrapped it around her, then locked my fingers with hers.
“Let’s go,” I said, pulling her along the alley.
“Sebastian, slow down. I can’t keep up.”
I stopped, picking her up and placing her over my shoulder.
“Put me down,” she squealed.
No chance. Besides, I had a pretty good view of her arse.
“Not an option, little sis,” I laughed, knowing full well it would wind her up.
“Stop calling me that!” She hit my back.
We reached my car, and I opened the passenger door and gently placed her in, pulling the seatbelt over her. I got in as she sat there, her arms crossed, looking out the window.
“Nyx, look at me.”
She turned to face me, and I leaned over, resting my hands on her cheeks.
“Promise me you’ll stay away from Nicholas.”
She sighed. “You need to tell me what's going on.”
It’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered, then gently kissed her forehead.
I wanted to tell her everything. What I had been involved in until taking over the company. Yet I still had that niggling feeling about why she’d come back, and I couldn’t shake it.
She turned to face me, her brows furrowing. “Where are we?”
“My place.”
I stepped out of the car and made my way around, opening the door for her. She took hold of my hand as I helped her out.
She looked up at the building. “Guess you can’t take the boy out of Chelsea.”
I was born and raised here; nowhere else would compare.
I’d bought this place a few years ago after leaving the house I grew up in.
A house I was glad to leave behind. The only good thing about it was when Aria was there.
Those two years, she made it liveable, managing to bring light into the place.
I opened the door and switched the light on. She released my hand, taking a few steps forward and looking around, then turned to face me.
“You live here all by yourself?”
“Yeah. Apart from Jane, my housekeeper.”
I was hardly here, anyway. If I wasn’t with Hayden or at the Organisation, I was at work. This house was more of a show home than anything else.
I held my hand out and she took hold of it, allowing me to lead her to the kitchen. The spotlights came on, dimly lighting the space, but it was always enough to see what you were doing.
I gripped Aria’s waist and set her on the counter. She had a thing for sitting on them. She grabbed my tie, pulling me in between her legs, and brushed the loose strands of hair from my face.
I was weak for this girl.
She leaned in, her lips inches from mine, and I wanted to devour them, but instead, I kissed her forehead.
“Let me make you something to eat,” I said, grabbing some bacon from the fridge.
“What makes you think I’m even hungry?”
I smiled, letting out a silent laugh. “I know you, Nyx.”
She crossed her arms. “Maybe I don’t want bacon.”
I walked back over to her, placing my finger over her lip. “Shhhh.”
She rolled her eyes at me and tapped my hand away.
About thirty minutes later, she’d eaten the whole sandwich, covered in mayonnaise, because that was her favourite thing.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, still in my suit jacket.
“Wear this.” I handed her one of my T-shirts.
I sat next to her and unbuttoned the jacket, removing it from her arms.
“I can get changed by myself.”
She rose, pulling her top over her head, then wiggled her tight skirt over that curved arse. She stood there, her lace, black knickers not even covering it. My eyes trailed up her body, landing on her matching bra covering her full breasts. This girl was mesmerising.
She pulled my T-shirt over her, then tied her hair in a messy bun and made her way back, moving her body to straddle me.
She pulled my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I placed my hands on her jaw, gazing straight into those beautiful eyes of hers. I shouldn’t have been so rough with her before, but she was driving me insane.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Confusion ran through her face. “For what?”
“What happened in the alley.”
She grinned. “I’m not.” She leaned in, hesitating for a brief moment before her lips softly met mine. “If it was something I didn’t want, you’d soon know about it.”
Lifting her by the waist, I placed her in the middle of the bed and got up, removing my clothes. She pulled the blanket down and slid underneath, lying on her side to face me as I got in. Our eyes met as my fingers gently played with the loose bits of her hair.
“You’re so special, Nyx. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shifted closer and wrapped her leg over mine as our bodies naturally met each other’s.
“You could never hurt me, Sebastian. I trust you with my life.”
As my lips met hers, that spark spread into me, flowing through my veins, warming me from the inside out.