32. CHAPTER 32
SEBASTIAN
I didn’t want Aria in her flat anymore.
After the police called her last night, I’d brought her back to my place, and this time she didn’t push back about it.
She belonged with me, so I could keep her safe.
She looked peaceful, like the nightmare of last night hadn’t touched her in her sleep.
I gently brushed the loose hairs off her face. How could anyone hurt someone so perfect?
I didn’t tell her I already knew. I didn’t want her to know what I had done.
But hearing it from her hit harder than reading it off some piece of paper.
I had let that happen to her because I left.
Not this time. I wasn’t going anywhere. She needed me, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t afraid to admit that I felt deeply for her, that she meant so much to me and always had.
I would find Jason, and I was going to kill him. There was no way I was going to let him get away with what he’d done.
Aria’s body shifted as I softly stroked her cheek, her eyes blinking as they fixed on mine.
“I should get home.”
“You’re not going anywhere. Let me take care of you, Nyx.”
She deserved the world, and I was going to give it to her.
“Let’s go get you some clothes. I’m taking you away,” I said.
She sat up in bed. “Taking me away?” She started to fiddle with her sleeves.
“It would do us both some good to get away from everything for just a little bit,” I said firmly. “Besides, Serfina and Hayden are going to meet us there.”
She looked at me, her eyes searching for something in mine. She must have found what she was looking for, because she smiled. I sat up, got off the bed, and held my hand out for her.
“Come on, Nyx.”
She screwed her face up at me and then threw the covers over her head.
“Don’t make me drag you out of bed, little sis,” I teased.
She threw the blanket back off her head. “Don’t ever call me that again,” she said, glaring at me.
She sighed, finally tossing the blanket aside, and took my hand so I could pull her up. She paused and turned to face me.
“What if he finds me?”
I pulled her into me.
“Trust me, Nyx. No one’s going to find you. Not with me around.” I tilted her chin so her eyes could meet mine. “I promise I won't let anything happen to you.”
I felt her body relax as she let out a breath and then started to pull away from me. I didn’t want to let her go, so I tightened my arms.
“If you're not going to let me go, how am I supposed to get ready?”
I chuckled, keeping her there. “You’re not going anywhere.” Then I leaned in, kissing those soft lips of hers.
My phone started vibrating, and I let out and little groan, pulling it out to answer.
“Hello?”
“Sebastian Knight. I heard you were looking for me.”
My eyes flickered to Aria, and I gestured to her that I needed to step out. She smiled and sat back on the bed as I left the room.
“More your brother, but I guess you’ll do.”
He let out a little laugh. “I’m not looking for war. I’ll make sure he stays away from Aria.”
“He needs to pay for what he did to her,” I said, trying to control the anger I could feel bubbling inside.
“You and I both know how this works. I’ve protected her by sending her out of Leeds. If anyone knew why Jason was in prison, they’d kill her.”
“I’d do the same to anyone who tried to come for her.”
“I don’t doubt that. But just remember, I know where she is. One word from me, and she won’t be safe anymore.”
My jaw clenched, my fists tightening by my side. This fucking asshole.
“So, I’ll make you a deal. You stay away, and I won’t speak a word.”
I gritted my teeth. I wanted Jason to pay for what he did to Aria, but I couldn’t risk her getting hurt. As much as I knew if anyone came near her, I would make them bleed, I didn’t want her to feel like she was constantly looking over her shoulder.
“Fine. But I’m warning you, Callum, if I get even a whiff of him sniffing around, I will fuck him up so bad, you won’t be able to identify him as your brother.”
I hung up.
I cracked my knuckles, trying to release the tension in my body, to calm that burning rage inside of me. Aria didn’t need to see me like this.
I walked back into the room, and her eyes met mine.
“Who was that?”
“Just work,” I lied.
I rested my hands on each side of her on the bed, desperately kissing her lips like they’d been taken away from me.
“Sebastian,” she giggled in between.
That burning rage soon turned into burning desire. I was fucking wild for her; everything about her drove me crazy. I’d fucking claim her as mine over and over.
“Lie down. I need to taste and worship this fucking beautiful pussy of yours,” I growled in her ear.
She lay back on the bed, and I grabbed a fistful of her lace knickers, ripping them off in one go.
She was always ready for me. Her chest was rising and falling fast, her breathing heavy.
Pulling at her hips to bring her closer, I ran the base of my tongue over her slit, making sure I got every drop she’d already made for me.
All I wanted was that sweet come of hers to linger in my mouth, until I needed more, desperate for it. I was a fucking addict for her.
Her breath hitched, and her hips arched as I ran my hands under her arse, gripping it tightly as I reached her clit and started sucking. Desperate moans fell from her lips. She gripped my hair and started grinding against my face, making my body weak for her.
“Fuck, Nyx, there’s a good girl. Come all over my face.”
“Sebastian …” Her voice was needy, desperate for more.
I felt her body tremble, my fingers digging into her arse to steady her as her moans got louder, more desperate, reaching that orgasm with full force. Her thighs clamped against me, her body burning, as I drank every single drop.
It was fucking beautiful.
Her breathing was heavy, and her movements slowed and stopped. I carried on cleaning the mess she had made with my tongue, her legs shaking as I sucked her sensitive clit.
The traffic was ridiculous as usual for the Blackwall Tunnel as we sat waiting for the lights to change. It was only midday, and we weren’t going too far out—somewhere special to Aria that she had told me about when we were younger.
“Regretting me kidnapping you?” I joked.
She turned to face me. “I’d never regret anything with you.”
She pressed the side button of her phone on and off, so I took hold of her hand, bringing it to my lap and squeezing it gently.
“I’ve got you, Aria. Always.”
“I know.” She smiled, locking her fingers in between mine tightly, then turned to look back out the window.
Eventually, we arrived at the house I owned in Margate, Kent.
I’d bought it a few years ago, telling myself it was an investment, but deep down, it was because of Aria.
She had spent most of her childhood here—days out with her mum when she was little and then days out with friends when she was old enough.
“I can’t believe you own a house here.”
“I own a lot of houses.”
She rolled her eyes at me. I retrieved our bags from the boot and then made my way up the path to the front door. Realising she wasn’t next to me, I turned to see her still leaning on the car.
She bit her lip. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
I wasn’t entirely sure what she was referring to, but I knew there was nothing I was more sure of than being with her.
“I couldn’t be more certain.”