“I’m trying to get inside you.” He kisses me, a kiss so devastating my body tells me my pride isn’t worth it anymore.
“Fuck you, asshole. Just fuck me! Please!” That’s all it takes for him to close the last of the distance between us.
He slides inside me in one stroke, burying himself completely and without warning. My mouth falls open in a silent scream as the sharp intrusion slowly melts into an exquisite ache. I’m gonna feel him for days, but every moment with Sebastian is already far better than any other sexual experience I’ve ever had. I bury my face in his neck, my teeth digging into the tendons there until he growls.
“Be careful, I bite back.” He laughs darkly, and I whimper.
He pulls back, almost pulling out completely before slamming back into me. I scream, pleasure and pain swirling through every inch of my body. His control is obliterated once I rake my nails across his back and hook one leg around his hip, using my heel to urge him deeper inside me.
He thrusts into me, a punishing pace I should’ve expected from a man like Sebastian. He dominates every room he enters, every conversation he’s a part of, why would this situation be any different? We fight for control, both of our strong personalities warring for power.
“So fucking sweet, Vanessa, how you think you have even an ounce of control in this room. Always so sweet, even when you’re spitting venom at me.” He trails his tongue down the column of my neck, and I gasp.
One firm hand grips both of mine, dragging them over my head, trapping them in his grasp. He pistons into me, his hipsslamming into mine so hard I’m sure I will bruise tomorrow. Fuck, I hope so. I know my soul will never recover from this encounter. I love the thought of having something physical to remind me of his claiming, fleeting as it may be.
I feel my climax building faster than I ever thought possible. I’ve never been easy by any interpretation of the word. I wouldn’t say I’m a tease, but I definitely make men work for it for sure. Sebastian barely has to lift a finger before I’m a fucking puddle on the floor for him. I feel unhinged as he fucks me into the mattress without mercy, spurred on by my cries and nails digging into the back of his hand. His free hand comes around my neck, squeezing harder than really necessary. Just how I like it, how I’vealwaysknown I wanted it.
I detonate, my inner walls clamping down around him so hard it almost causes me pain. I’ve never come so hard in my life, a scream ripping from my lips, but barely squeaking its way up my throat. His eyes bore into mine, and for a moment, I’m worried he might not release me. Spots dance across my vision, but my orgasm doesn’t dissipate. In fact, it builds again as his thrusts continue pummeling into me.
“I know you’ve got at least one more for me. Give it to me, Vanessa.” He commands, and I thrash, trying to pull my hands from his grip.
My head feels lighter as a panicked, urgent need to breathe overrides rational thought. My lungs scream for air, yet my body still seems to follow his commands. This strange version of fight or flight is something I’ve never experienced before, and I don’t know how to handle it.
His head dips down, capturing my nipple in his warm mouth, and my body feels completely at his mercy. I can feel him growing thicker inside me. I know he’s just as close as I am, but I can’t hold off any longer. My orgasm crashes through me, devouring me whole as the world collapses beneath me. Whiteblurs across my vision as he releases my hands, his fingers suddenly digging into my hips. He thrusts once more, groaning loudly as he unleashes everything he’s been holding back into me. I feel warmth flooding me as he comes so deeply inside me, I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Before I can enjoy the afterglow of what we both just endured, my lizard brain takes a backseat and logic starts functioning again.
He just came inside me. I don’t remember him putting on a condom. I don’t use birth control. The hormones drive me quite literally insane. How the fuck could I be that stupid? I don’t want to have little Sebastian’s running around me night and day! Do I?
Do I?
He collapses onto the bed beside me, panting heavily with a satisfied smile on his face. Already, my mind is racing a thousand miles an hour, but he looks blissfully fuck-drunk.
“I’m fighting every impulse in my body that’s telling me to punch you square in the fucking jaw. I just want you to be proud of my control right now.” I say, my breath coming in heavy pants. My silk scarf is barely hanging on to my head, my wild curls sticking to my forehead.
He laughs. Actually, full-bodied, ab-clenching laughs. Fucking. Bastard.
“I would tell you I’m sorry, but I am not,” he sits up abruptly, sauntering into the bathroom like the cocky god he is. And I wish I could say he wasn’t deserving of the title, but after the way he annihilated my body just now, that would be a complete lie.
He comes back, a washcloth in hand, and I give him a confused look. He definitely doesn’t seem like the aftercare and cuddling type by any means. But he leaves me dumbfounded, sliding the warm cloth across my slick skin, cleaning up the evidence of what we just did. He stops when he reaches the apex of my thighs, his dark gaze observing his handiwork with pride.
“I’m not on-” he cuts me off, not bothering to listen to what I have to say, or not truly caring, one of the two.
“I’m aware of what you’re thinking right now. And I have to admit. I can’t find it within me to care. Keeping you here, tied to me forever, sounds like heaven to me.” He cleans the most intimate parts of me more gently than anyone has ever touched me before, gentler than I would ever expect. All the while admitting something that should make my fucking blood boil. So why am I not fuming? Why am I not so mad that I could literally kill him right now?
“That’s insane, Sebastard! I hate you!” Even as the words leave my mouth, they taste like poison on my tongue. That dark smile graces his perfect face again, and I hold back a groan.
“Keep telling yourself those pretty lies, Vanessa. Maybe you’ll believe them one day. But you know I can give you a life bigger than you’ve ever dreamed.” Without another word, he gets dressed, walking to the door. He pauses, looking back at me with a longing on his face that tells me he’d rather die than pull himself away from me right now. “Dinner is at six, please be there.”
The door closes with a thud, and I’m lost again, a mess of emotion and irritation. I have a life, a damn good one, back in Grovewood. I can’t stay in Italy as some Italian Adonis’s sex slave permanently, and just accept this as my life. I love my independence, I love my business, and the family I’ve created back home. The only thing I know for sure is that it was the best sex of my life. I’ve let him into my body, into my heart, and into my mind, and I’ll never get him out now.
eighteen
My shoes makea rhythmic scuff as I pace the dining room floor, scrolling through what feels like a thousand messages from various people demanding my attention now that I’m home.
“If you wear a hole in the floor, Rosetta will kill you.” Matteo’s voice echoes through the dining room, and I smile.
“She would never do the dirty work herself, brother. That’s what she has you for.” I smile, pulling him in for a hug. “It’s good to see you.”
“I’m glad you made it home safely. And the men tell me you’ve brought back a souvenir.” He smirks, and I shoot him a dark glare.
