Page 59 of Brutal Heir

The ice cube rattled against his teeth before he pulled it out of his mouth and forced his hand between my legs again. “It’s for your own good. The pain will be worth the pleasure when the soreness abates.”

The double entendre of his words was not lost on either of us as he gave me a seductive wink.

Against my will, he pushed a second ice cube deep inside of me.

He then reached for a third.

“Please, no more,” I whimpered as I smashed my knees together.

My stomach was cramping terribly by now.

He ran the ice cube between my thighs. “Don’t make me ask you to open your legs again.”

With a sniff, I spread my knees slightly.

Again, he swept the ice cube over my pussy before slipping it inside of me. This time, he cupped his palm against my skin. Despite the chill, it was oddly soothing.

Sebastian reached his arm out and, with a swift and deliberate motion, swept the china and glassware from the table. The plates, cups, and glasses crashed in a chaotic symphony as they collided with the tiled balcony floor.

I jumped at the noise.

The sharp sound echoed through the morning air, shards of porcelain glinting like tiny daggers in the rising sunlight. For a moment, the destruction felt surreal, a jarring contrast to the tranquil beauty of Paris spread out below us.

With his hands around my waist, he lifted and laid me across the table, like a sacrifice.

Placing his hands on my knees, he pried my legs open. “I’d hate to think I’d broken my favorite toy so soon after playing with her.”

His toy.

The word scraped against my skin. Was that all I was now?

I couldn’t escape the feeling of being nothing more than a possession to him.

Again, the shadows of last night taunted me.

He had said something. Something important that alarmed me.

What had it been?

I tried to rise, determined to leave.

The first warm sweep of his tongue stopped me.

“Oh God!”

He stared at me over the length of my body before giving me another wink. “I need to kiss your pretty pussy and make it all better.”

All cohesive thought flew from my mind at his first touch.

With my head thrown back, I blinked up at the sky. Bright orange and shimmering yellows set it ablaze as the sun rose higher, warming my exposed skin while Sebastian warmed me from the inside out. All thoughts of soreness faded as my thighs clenched around his shoulders.

I shouldn’t want this. So why was I begging for it?

The stark contrast between the ice and the heat of his body sent my senses into overdrive. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The cold of the ice made me ache for the warmth of his tongue. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from begging.

My hips bucked as a burst of color that rivaled the sunrise exploded behind my eyelids when I came.

He rose and leaned over me. Slightly breathless, he ran the side of his hand along his bottom lip and smiled. “Still sore?”