Aria
Present
Callum dropped me off at home after dinner, and as I crept through the front door, I was filled with the emptiness of the pitch-black foyer of the house. This place was starting to feel abandoned these days.
I let out a contented sigh as I slipped my heels off. My feet did not appreciate these today. As I made my way through, I noticed a dim light coming from underneath the door to Sebastian’s office.
“Sebastian?” I said, pushing the door open.
Sebastian sat in the chair at his desk. His black shirt had a few buttons undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The tattoos on his arms twitched as his muscles tensed. His hair wasn’t neatly combed back but messy, strands in all directions. “Why are you sitting in here?” I asked.
“Where have you been?” he questioned, looking at his amber liquid in the glass.
The bottle sat half empty next to it, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d had all that tonight. I screwed my face up at him. Why did he care where I’d been? He was never home anyway. “Out.”
“Out where, Aria?” he pushed, his tone a little firmer.
It was none of his business. He never told me anything, so why should I offer him that courtesy?
“Oh.” I stepped forward and reached his desk, leaning against it as I crossed my arms. “So you’re the only one who can go out and not come home till stupid o’clock?”
He slammed the glass on the desk, causing my breath to catch, then he rose from the chair and towered over me. “Where the fuck were you?”
“Out,” I snapped.
He took hold of my chin with his hand and guided my face to meet his eyes. That blue flame flickered through. “Last time I’m going to ask you.”
I swatted his hand away. “What’s your problem? Am I not allowed to go out?”
“It’s not the fact you went out, it’s who you were with,” he said through gritted teeth.
I looked at him, swallowing hard. How did he know?
“I … I …”
“Shall I tell you where you were, as you can’t seem to get your words out?”
I pushed his chest. “Asshole.” I went to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist to pull me flush to him.
My breathing became heavy, that heat between my legs burning through my body like hot lava filled with desire. His cock hardened from our bodies touching, and I couldn’t help but feel weak at the knees.
“You don’t get to walk away until you tell me where you’ve been.”
“Let go,” I said, trying to pull my wrists free.
“Where were you?” he snarled.
“I was out … with Callum.”
“What the fuck were you doing with him?”
I could feel the heat from his body radiating into mine, and I swallowed hard to wet my dry throat.
“He’s a friend. We went for dinner.”
“Stay the fuck away from him,” he growled.
“No, you don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to tell me who I can and cannot see.” I pulled my wrist free.
“You won’t see him again. I won’t allow it.”
“You can’t stop me.”
He stepped forward, consuming my space, forcing me to perch my arse on the side of the desk, and my hands gripped it to steady myself.
My pussy was pulsing, begging to be filled up by him as I moved my hips, bringing another wave of heat through me, and I bit my lip to try and stop the moan from escaping.
“You’re mine, Nyx.”
He took hold of my chin in his hand, making me meet his eyes. That instant spark from his touch sent my nerves into overload. My lips parted, taking in quick, shallow breaths.
“Say it,” he demanded.
A rush ran through me. Was he … jealous?
“I’m yours,” I whimpered.
“Good girl.”
He grabbed my purple blouse, ripping it off from the buttons like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on my naked body.
Unclipping the clasp, he pulled my red lace bra off my shoulders, throwing it to the floor.
He ran a hand under my skirt, that heat from his touch leaving a mark of destruction in its path as he dug his fingers into my thigh, causing a moan to escape my lips.
Gripping the split in my pencil skirt, he tore it open in one swift motion and let the fabric drop to the floor.
His fingers brushed my clit as his hand slid under the matching lace knickers, and electricity danced over my skin.
He pulled them off in one smooth move, bringing them to his face and inhaling that scent I had already released for him.
“Wet already, I see.”
I swallowed hard as his eyes roamed over my body as if he was studying every inch, sending a shiver up my spine, causing my nipples to become fully hardened.
“So fucking perfect, and all mine.”
I wanted him all the time, but right now, I’d never wanted him to take me so fucking badly. That ache in my core screamed his name.
He leaned over me as I took in his citrus scent. He grabbed the bottle of whisky and slowly poured some over my collarbone, and I let out a whimper. Goose bumps formed on my skin, and he watched it trickle down my breasts.
Cradling the back of my head, his lips crashed onto mine. His tongue pushed past. The kiss was raw, hard, messy, and perfect. It was him claiming me all over again, and I’d let him because I was his. I always had been.
I tilted my head to the side as his mouth travelled lower with rough kisses down my neck, licking the whisky from my collarbone and reaching my breasts.
He flicked his tongue out, circling, and I grabbed hold of my hair, letting out a moan.
That fire coiled tightly in my core, ready to explode the minute he touched me.
He took hold of my hand, placing his on top of mine, running them down my body, gliding them over my clit and reaching my entrance.
His lips were a breath away. “Every inch of you is mine.”
He took two of my fingers and rammed them in with his, stretching me out. My lips parted as I let out a gasp. Fireworks went off in all directions, setting off a chain reaction.
“You feel how fucking wet you are for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“That’s all for me. No one else. Remember that.” I bit my bottom lip, nodding. “Good girl,” he whispered.
He withdrew our fingers, and my body trembled, begging to be filled again. Bringing mine to my lips, I took them in my mouth, sucking myself off slowly, as his jaw tightened, a groan rumbling in his throat at the sight.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes. I taste like you.”
He leaned into my ear. “You’ll always taste like me,” he growled, then turned me around, pushing me onto the table.
As he unclipped his belt buckle, my body quivered, ready to take him.
He placed the tip of his hard length at my entrance and slowly entered, then pulled back out, resting it there. Taunting me.
“Is this what you want?”
“Please,” I begged, desperate for it.
Gripping my hip, he ran the other hand over my arse. I jolted forward as his hand slapped straight against my bare skin.
“Fuck,” I cried out in pleasure.
His tip was pulsing, and I knew he wanted to be inside of me as badly as I wanted him to be.
“Beg me for it, Nyx. Tell me how fucking badly you want my cock to fill you up.”
“Please, Sebastian,” I panted.
His hand met my arse harder, that sting prickling heat into my body.
“Sebastian, please. I want to feel you inside me.”
Again, he smacked his hand across my arse, and I let out an intense moan.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. I belong to you, Sebastian, and I always will.”
“That’s my girl.”
He grabbed my other hip and rammed his cock straight into me, and I let out a gasp from feeling so full all in one go. He thrusted hard, fast, getting every single inch buried deep inside.
I’d always be his. No one else would ever come close to him. There would never be anyone else.
He grabbed my hair, tangling it between his fingers and pulling my head back, and I let out a whimper.
With the other hand, he dug his fingers into my skin as he drove into me with each motion.
I felt myself reaching that edge, ready to jump as I tightened around him, my moans getting louder with each thrust.
“Sebastian—”
My body started to tremble as I completely let go. That ecstasy hit me hard and fast, like I’d overdosed, and it ran through my veins, hitting that high. I screamed out in pleasure, soaking his cock as stars covered my eyes.
“Fuck,” he growled.
He let go of my hair, grabbing the other hip, and pounded harder, slapping against my arse.
My breath was heavy, hot, as I let out a whimper at that raw feeling of skin to skin as my pussy tightened around him.
I could tell from how hard he was that he wanted to let go, but he wasn’t going to give it to me just yet.
“You’ll be a good girl for me from now on, won’t you, Nyx?”
“Yes, I promise,” I said, as I took a sharp intake of breath from how sensitive I was.
“That’s my girl,” he growled. “You’re going to come again for me.”
He bit my lip, and I nodded, panting with each heavy breath. My arousal started to leak out, dripping down my thighs as Sebastian let out a low groan.
My moans grew louder again, my body tensing, and I completely let go, reaching that climax.
So much pleasure hit me at once, heat burning through my body like molten lava.
It sent him over the edge, too. His body jerked, releasing everything into me.
He pulled out and then thrust his length back into me, making me gasp, before he slowed his motions and withdrew.
He shifted his arms, and I felt him wrap his shirt around me, doing the buttons up, as his lips stayed on mine.
“Sebastian,” I whispered, pulling away.
We needed to talk. I needed to know what was going on with him. He wasn’t himself. If we didn’t do it now, I was scared that we’d drift apart for good.
He kissed my forehead. “Yeah.”
Before I had a chance to speak, his phone started ringing, and he stepped away to answer, his heat leaving with him.
“Hayden, what’s up? … Yeah, I’ll come there now.”
He cut the call, placing his phone back in his pocket. “I need to go out.”
“We need to—”
He cut me off. “Later, Nyx. Logan will take you to work in the morning.”
“But—”
He kissed me. “I’ll see you later.”
Then he rushed out of the door, leaving me cold and alone once again.
I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to hold on to a part of him. Anything.
But for the first time, I feared it might be too late.