Episode 226
USE ME
Heather
Wow.
Double wow.
Triple wow with a fucking cherry on top.
I’ve had Sebastian’s big dick before, but this time I’m overpowered.
No condom.
I don’t care.
We were all tested to the hilt, and there’s no way I can get pregnant. Not after what I’ve been through.
Probably should have made that clear to Evangeline when she chose me, since these guys are potentially looking not just for love but family.
Hell, my whole bio was one big embellishment.
Scratch that.
One colossal lie.
Yeah, I’m a hairstylist from Pasadena. That part’s true. But the rest? The polished version Evangeline and the guys read on paper?
Utter crap,
I’ve spent years shaping other people’s appearances and hiding behind mine.
Evangeline picked me because I seemed like someone who belonged here.
She has no idea what I’ve done to survive.
Fuck.
Can’t think about that now.
Can only think about the good thorough fucking I’m getting in the pool.
Sebastian’s movements are intense, every thrust sending ripples through the water and pulses of pure bliss shooting through me. I grip his shoulders, dig my nails into his flesh as he fills me.
Completely.
So completely.
His gaze never leaves mine as he moves. Each stroke is rough and furious, and his low grunts and my soft gasps echo around us.
“I missed this,” I gasp out, my voice breathy.
Crap. Where the hell did that come from? Who cares? I already told him I’m kind of obsessed with him.
He grunts in response, his pace quickening. The coil tightens inside me, threatening to snap any second.
“I've missed you,” he murmurs against my lips before devouring them in a kiss full of passion.
But it’s more than passion.
It’s angry passion.
He bites down on my lower lip.
I scream into his mouth, not in pain but in pleasure.
He can take me.
Do whatever he pleases.
“I'm here now,” I gasp against his mouth. “No need to miss you.”
I’m getting close to climax, but he’s jamming himself into me again and again with no sign of coming close.
And I get it.
I’ve been there.
He’s using me. Using my body to release something pent up inside of him.
The return of his childhood friend has no doubt thrown him off his game.
He needs to fuck someone hard and fast and long.
I’m happy to help.
After all, a good fuck is a mutual exchange, and Sebastian’s intensity is sending me spiraling toward what promises to be an amazing orgasm—the kind that sends you soaring outside yourself and then imploding back like a rocket landing.
There’s a rawness to his touch that I haven’t felt before. Sure, we’ve gotten pretty rough and tumble in the sack, but this is different.
It’s like he’s peeled away every mask, every layer of control, and what’s left is raw, unfiltered hunger. His most primal self.
I revel in it—in his ferocity, his aggression.
He can fuck me forever. I’m good with it.
“Oh!”
The coil snaps, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I bite into the hard flesh of his shoulder.
He groans. “Fuck yeah.”
My release does nothing to stop him. He continues to thrust into me hard and fast.
My pussy is tight after orgasm, and each drive of his cock is like fire burning through me.
And it’s good.
So good.
I can easily work myself into another orgasm. And then another. I’ve got nowhere else to be.
I tighten my arms around him, drawing him closer as I ride out the waves of my climax.
“I've got you,” I whisper into his ear, encouraging him to let go.
He lifts his head, locking eyes with me. For a few moments, the world outside fades, and it's just us in our own bubble of pleasure and release, giving in to the animals we are.
With a groan, he thrusts deep inside me one last time. He grips me hard as he releases and lets out an explosive growl. His body shudders against mine as I feel each pulse of his cock inside me.
The water around us settles, the turmoil calming just as our racing hearts begin to steady. Panting, he rests his forehead against mine, his breath fanning my face.
“That was…” His voice is hoarse.
“Incredible,” I finish for him, my voice no more than a whisper against the silence of the afternoon.
He nods and pulls me in for a lazy kiss. It’s slow and languid, filled with satisfaction and a sense of intimacy that leaves me stunned.
The area is quiet now. The only sounds are our deep breathing and the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the pool. As I look into his eyes, I see rawness and sincerity. A shiver runs through me, not from the cool water, but from the intensity of his gaze.
A slow smile curves his lips. “You know, I think we could use a round two.”
“You think?”
“Don’t you?”
Before I can respond, he’s moving again, shifting me in his arms with an ease that speaks of strength. With one hand holding me steady against him, he uses the other to push off the edge of the pool. We’re drifting, floating aimlessly across the blue water.
He looks down at me—all wet long hair and smoky eyes—and I…
I feel something.
Something that’s not obsession at all.
It’s warm and steady, like sunlight through a window I didn’t know I’d left open.
It doesn’t burn. It softens.
It makes me want to stay here with Sebastian.
Not just for round two but…
Damn.
Forever.
I didn’t come here to fall in love.
I came to meet four billionaires and maybe get one of them to choose me. I have my own agenda—my own reason for needing access to billions.
But now?
Now I’m not thinking about leverage. Or power. Or safety.
I’m thinking about how Sebastian’s breath hitched when he came inside me. How he touched me like I wasn’t a contestant in this competition or a distraction, but something real.
Something his.
This was supposed to be calculated. Controlled.
Instead, I’m tangled up in a gorgeous rock star with intense heat and the kind of quiet that only happens when someone sees all the parts of you that you never meant to show.
And for the first time since I got to this island, I’m scared.
Because love wasn’t part of the plan.
We’ve drifted to the other side of the pool, and Sebastian is still holding onto me, but his eyes are closed.
“Round two?” I say.
“Mmm…” he moans. “Sounds great…Emily.”