I suddenly hear another voice approaching and my eyes flare wide, reminded that we’re not the only ones in here.Oh fuck.
I turn my head to find a guy crouching on his haunches as he sparks up a conversation with Jed on the other side of his pool.
‘Turn back around,’ Sebastian quietly orders against the side of my head.
‘But—’
‘Now, Ria.’ My stomach flips. I do as I’m told. ‘Good girl,’ he whispers into my hair, voice like gravel. ‘Now talk to me, make it look like we’re having a conversation while I stroke your little pussy and my friend sits right beside us.’
‘I hate you,’ I lie, body tensing when he pinches my clit.
‘Sure, you do.’
His fingers start to move faster; the urge to squeeze my thighs closed takes over. But his other hand snakes back into the water and holds them open.
‘Fuck, you’re shaking, sweetheart.’
Sweetheart.
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
He slips off the inbuilt seat beside me and moves to crouch in front of me.
‘What are you doing?’ I manage to mumble, faintly aware there are people behind me.
‘Moving, so I can do this,’ he says seconds before I feel his other hand snake between my legs. A long finger slides down the seam of my underwear then with a tug, he pulls it aside. He holds it there, while he uses his other hand to run his fingers through my arousal. The second he feels how wet I am, he growls. Deep and low.
‘Keep talking to me, they just looked over here,’ he pants.
‘I’m going to reach into my clothes and stab you with my dagger that’s underneath them if you don’t hurry up and make me come,’ I threaten through gritted teeth. How’s that for talking?
‘You promise?’ He licks his lips.
My mouth drops open.
Suddenly, I hear Jed call out to Sebastian through the pounding of my heart in my ears. Something about leaving with his friend and catching us later. I’m not exactly sure, all I know is that I’m glad they’re gone. Because now we’re alone.
The knuckle of Sebastian’s finger teases my entrance while his other hand pinches my clit. My mind goes blank. Again, his knuckle works its way deeper, until he’s hitting my inner walls. I feel myself start to contract around him. Desperate to feel him fill me more. But then I start to feel heat lick at my core as my legs start to tense.
‘I can feel you clenching,’ he whispers. His eyes have a lustful lazy look to them; his bottom lip is wet from where his tongue snakes out and licks it. I want to lean forward and bite it.
‘Seb—’ I pant, my voice barely audible. Realising I’m about to come and he’s not even inside of me. ‘I’m going to …’ The second the words try to escape past my lips, my walls start to pulse and a scorching heat bursts all the way down to my toes. My hips rise from my seat; my mouth drops open as my climax explodes through me. It takes immense effort not to moan loud enough to fill the entire bathing house as Sebastian’s fingers guide me through my orgasm, coaxing every squeeze and shudder from me as he looks at me with fire in his eyes.
FORTY-EIGHT
Sebastian’s bedroom door is barely closed when he picks me up and crashes his lips against mine. My legs wrap around his waist, fingers diving into his damp hair as he walks me backward. His lips move to nip at my jawline.
The journey from the baths to the top of the Malachite tower is a blur to me. All I remember is him tugging my arm when I went to stop at my floor, indicating that he wanted me to keep climbing.
My back meets a soft comforter as he drops us down onto his bed, which I quickly realise is much larger than mine. In fact, his entire room is larger than three of mine put together.
‘Wow, Zain. How’s it feel slumming it in my room when you have all this up here?’ I chuckle as his lips move to my neck.
‘Don’t care about the room,’ he rumbles against my pulse point before kissing it. ‘Care about the girl inside of it.’
God, how does he always know the right thing to say? My stomach flutters. ‘Take off my clothes,’ I beg, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down my body. I need to feel him, skin to skin. I don’t want any barriers between us. After what he just did to me in the baths, I’m feverish, and based on the wild look in his eyes when he leans back to look at me, he is too.
‘It would be my pleasure.’ He winks, then gets to work pulling every single piece of clothing off my body. Once I’m bare and exposed to him,and he can see every swell and curve of my body, he just stands there taking me in. As if he hasn’t seen me naked before.
