The heatfrom the hood of Sebastian’s car warms my barely-covered ass. I might have said forget it if spite and fury weren’t warming my blood. It’s freaking cold out here.
“You can’t do this to me! Bastian! Make them stop,” Vivian shrieks, trying to squirm from Owen and Wyatt’s hold, but zip ties bind her as they drag her to the metal-enclosed pigsty.
Once they tie her to the gate. Wes and Lev secure barbed wire around her arms.
That’s going to fucking hurt.
“Bastian, please. I can make us work. I’m sorry, please. Don’t do this,” Vivian pleads.
Sebastian ignores her cries, instead moving to stand between my legs and spreading them.
“Don’t think you and I aren’t going to talk, asshole,” I snap.
He sighs. “I fucked up. I’m sor-.”
“Not now. Now, we send your bitch of an ex off with a lovely parting gift,” I instruct. Shock registers in his features. “What? You think I don’t know she’s about to die? I’d have killed her if you let her go. She threatened my family. She’s fucking dead.” I mean every word I’m saying. Anyone who’s a threat to my family dies. I’m over this bullshit.
Sebastian opens his mouth to speak, but I lean forward and yank his tie. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Lust illuminates his darkened blue eyes. “Two,” is all he says, and my skin chills for a different reason. I feel my nipples pressing at the fabric of my thermal shirt. He steps back and runs three fingers down the length of my exposed pussy, smearing my already-leaking juices against them before his gaze locks on mine as he brings the digits to his mouth and groans, “Fuck. You taste even better than the last time I tasted you on my tongue.”
I whimper and lean back, bracing on my elbows. “I’m ready to count, Sir,” I breathe, and his pupils dilate.
“Sebastian, please. Stop. Don’t you fucking touch her again,” Vivian screams.
He ignores her, moving slightly to the side, so she has a better view of what will happen.
Fury.She’s pissed. Vivian attempts to launch herself at us, but a pained cry bursts from her, and blood begins to trickle from the barbed wire around her wrists.
Owen and Wyatt laugh. “Not a fan of this show?” Owen teases.
“It’s becoming one of my favorites,” Lev adds, causing me to look at the hunger in all of their eyes.
I lean around him and stare into her rage-filled eyes, reaching for his fingers and dragging them to my entrance. “Touch,” I gasp as he works his ring and middle finger in and out of me.
“Eyes on me,” Sebastian growls. “She might be here, but your attention,” he pounds deeper, “belongs only to me.” Each syllable is punctuated with each drive of his fingers.
My body begins to hum to life when I feel a third finger slide in with the next thrust. I clench at the intrusion, his wrist twisting, angling his movements to hit a new spot, a deeper one, while giving his thumb access to my clit.
“Ahhh,” I squeak when the pressure of this thumb on my clit doubles as his pace picks up. “I’m…I’m…I’m,” I can’t get the words out.
Sebastian’s other hand presses down on my abdomen just as his fingers pump in and out of me at a rapid pace, and a scream rips through the wintry night air. Our heavy breathing is evident through the wisps of air huffing from our mouths.
“Count,” he orders over a wailing Vivian.
“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to kill her and make you watch,” she shrieks.
I’m still too high on the euphoria of my orgasm. Ignoring her, I mumble, “One.”
“That’s my good girl,” Sebastian groans.
Sitting up, I unfasten his belt and unzip his pants, eager to finally see his dick. I bite my lip to hold back the moan at the sight of him. I run my fingers down his length, just barely able to wrap my hands around him.
Sebastian grips my hair, yanking my face up to look at him, “Put those pretty fucking lips around my cock, Ariah.” Then he lowers my head until my mouth is wrapped around his shaft.
“Fuck.”
“Shit.”
