He’s about to lean in and kiss me again, his face full of that insufferable triumph, when I find a sudden spark of strength. I plant my hands against his chest and push him back. I sit up, hovering over him, and let out a soft, mocking laugh.
His eyes narrow, the smugness vanishing as he realizes the power is shifting.
I don’t give him time to recover. I lean down and trail a line of slow, wet kisses from his jaw down to his neck. When I reach his chest, I swirl my tongue around his nipple before sucking it into my mouth, teasing him with my teeth just like he did to me.
He lets out a sharp, hissed curse under his breath. “Sienna, stop,” he growls, though his hands are gripping the sheets tight. “This isn’t about me. This is about you.”
I don’t say a word. I just smile against his skin and keep moving. I work my way down his hard stomach, my kisses becoming more deliberate until I’m kneeling between his legs. His cock is right there in front of my face—thick, heavy, and pulsing.
He’s staring down at me, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a mix of want and frustration.
I reach out and wrap my fingers around him. He’s scorching hot and feels like velvet in my hand. I can feel the power humming through him, and for the first time tonight, I’m the one in control.
“Sienna, I don’t—” he starts, his voice strained and breaking.
I don’t let him finish. I give him one firm, slow jerk, and he exhales sharply, another curse falling from his lips.
“Fucking hell, Sienna. Fuck!”
I do it again, harder this time, watching the way his head falls back against the pillows. Then, I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
A long, low growl rips from his throat—a sound of pure, tortured surrender.
I start slow, my tongue swirling over the head, before picking up the pace and taking the entire length of him. I can feel him pulsing, his body vibrating with the effort to hold back.
I tease the underside of the head before shifting my attention lower, grazing the sensitive balls with my lips and tongue. I do everything I know will drive him crazy, using every trick to break that composure he prizes so much.
Sebastian’s hands fly to my head, his fingers sinking into my hair in a punishing, tight grip. He isn’t trying to pull me away; he’s anchoring himself as the pleasure becomes too much to handle. He’s cursing continuously now, a string of low, dark words that hum against my skin.
“Sienna…damn it,” he groans, my name sounding like a curse on his lips. “Fuck, Sienna, fuck you, damn it.”
The sound only makes me more determined. I increase the pressure, my mouth working over him with a hunger that matches his own. I focus on the entire length, moving fast and then agonizingly slow, making sure he feels every sensation. He’s bucking beneath me now, his hips jerking upward as he loses the fight for control.
I feel his muscles coil tight, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. He’s close—I can feel it in the way his grip in my hair tightens until it almost hurts—but I don’t stop. I want him completely undone. I want him to remember this—to remember that I can break him just as easily as he broke me.
I use my tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of the head, flicking and swirling with a speed that sends him over the edge. I can feel the tension in his thighs peaking, his entire body turning to stone beneath me as he finally loses the battle.
He shatters.
Sebastian lets out a choked, guttural sound as he comes, his body jerking with the force of it. I don’t pull away. I take him deep, holding him in my mouth and swallowing every drop as hisrelease hits me. I want to own this moment; I want to own every part of his surrender.
He lies there, completely spent, his mouth hanging open as he tries to remember how to breathe. His eyes are glazed, fixed on the ceiling, as the last of the tremors move through his frame. The man who was so composed and in control just moments ago is now breathless and broken at my feet.
I pull back slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and meet his wide, shocked stare. The silence in the room is heavy, filled only with the sound of his ragged gasps and the frantic beating of my own heart.
I get ready to slip off the edge of the bed and leave him in his daze, but I don’t even make it a foot. Sebastian’s hand shoots out, his fingers locking around my ankle like a shackle. With one powerful tug, he yanks me back toward him, dragging my body across the sheets until I’m pinned beneath him once more.
He looms over me, his weight heavy and demanding. I can feel his erection against me—thick, hard, and already ready for more. The air between us is electric, charged with a tension that’s even more dangerous than before.
He reaches for the nightstand drawer, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulls out a foil packet and tears it open with his teeth, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet room. He rolls the protection on with a slow, deliberate focus, holding my gaze the entire time. It’s a silent promise of what’s coming, and despite everything and two orgasms, I feel a fresh wave of desire stir deep in my belly.
His hand moves from the bed to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze hard, but his grip is firm, a possessive weight that forces me to look at him. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as his other hand reaches between us to align himself with my heat.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he whispers, his voice a low, dark promise that sends shivers down my spine. “Every inch, Sienna. Do you understand?”
“Damn you, Sebastian—” I start to snap, my voice thick with defiance.
But I don’t get the chance to finish. He lunges forward, plunging into me in one hard, deep stroke that knocks the air right out of my lungs.
