Page 58 of Brutal Heir

Sebastian stepped back, allowing me to move past him to the table.

While I sat, he picked up a house phone near the table. “Send the food.”

Fresh-squeezed orange juice, small pastries, and a silver carafe of coffee already sat on the table. Sebastian lifted my cup and poured the coffee.

It was odd to see his strong fingers holding such a delicate object. I expected it to shatter at any moment, destroying the fine white linen with splashes of coffee and broken shards of porcelain.

A brief vision of those same hands caressing my breasts flashed across my mind. I blinked, shifting in my chair, which made me wince.

The movement caught Sebastian’s eye. His brow furrowed.

My spine stiffened as I tried to keep absolutely still, not wanting to draw attention to my sore pussy.

Without a word, he placed the coffee cup on the table and shifted to face me. His hand encircling my chair’s arm, he forcefully moved it beside his own.

“What are you⁠—”

He lifted me out of the chair and onto his lap.

I pushed at his chest for balance, but also to create distance he ignored.

I scrambled to close my robe, which had opened to the belt, exposing my legs.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sore?”

My mouth dropped open as I dug my fingers into the robe’s terry cloth. “Because it’s none of your business.”

Did he really expect me to announce that he’d left me too sore to walk?

His arm brushed my breasts as he reached for his water glass. He dipped his fingers inside and fished out an ice cube. With his eyes fixed on me, he put it in his mouth.

I floated above the moment, not entirely inside my body.

Watching him watching me.

I watched while his lips shifted as he sucked on the cube.

Then he took the partially melted ice cube out of his mouth and lowered his hand. “Open your legs.”

My eyes widened as I slammed my knees together. “Why?”

Undeterred, he raised his right leg, which shifted me backward on his lap, throwing me off balance for a moment. He then forced his hand between my legs.

The ice cube trailed against my skin. “I don’t want that⁠—”

He pushed the ice cube inside of me.

I gasped, reaching down to remove it.

His strong fingers curled around my wrist. “Don’t even think about it.”

The shock of the ice in such an intimate place made my abdominal muscles clench with pain. “Please. It hurts.”

I kicked out as the stinging intensified, but he ignored me and reached for another ice cube.

Before I could get off his lap, he wrapped his free arm around my waist, anchoring me to him.

My eyes teared. “Please. I don’t want any more.”