“Yeah, right. What the hell is going on, Brett?”
He didn’t reply.
“Brett, talk to me. Please,” I begged.
“Sebastian is leaving.”
My stomach churned at his words. He was leaving me. A hard lump formed in my throat, and I blinked back the unexpected tears that filled my eyes. “Leaving? Leaving the city?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
Brett’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond.
“Tell me, please,” I begged him, but he wouldn’t budge. Not one word came out of his mouth as he turned to his computer. Tears welled in my eyes, and I headed for the door.
“He’s going to leave because he loves you.”
***
I left Brett’s office and headed to the coffee shop. I needed to let Keisha know that everything was all right…well all right at the moment. My heart felt heavy. Had Sebastian left already? Did he leave without saying good-bye?
He’s going to leave because he loves you.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. My heart broke that he was leaving the city…leaving me.
We hadn’t been lovers for long, but I felt like my soul was shattering, like I was losing a piece of me. I needed to find Sebastian, and I needed to convince him to stay. I also needed to find out what the hell was going on.
Somehow I ended up in front of the coffee shop. Not remembering how I got there, I pushed the door open.
Keisha was behind the coffee counter serving a customer before turning to me. Her eyes widened, and she ran towards me. “Tori?”
I looked at her, but my brain wasn’t focusing on her words.
She led me to the back and brought me to a room that had STAFF ONLY written on the door. Sitting me down on a stool, she turned to me. “Did you talk to Brett?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I did.” My voice was weak, and I almost didn’t recognize it.
“Tori?”
I looked at her, tears welling in my eyes again.
“Oh, Tori.” Her eyes filled with sympathy as she pulled me in for an embrace.
Placing my arms around her, I returned the hug. I heard some cries, but I didn’t know who they were coming from, and then a moment later, I realized they were coming from me.
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“Shhh…tell me what happened,” Keisha said, rubbing a hand gently up and down my arm.
I sniffed and wiped my cheeks. “God, I feel like such a fool.”
“You’re not a fool.” Keisha held my hand and squeezed it tight. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”
“Sebastian is leaving.” Fresh tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them back.
“What do you mean, he’s leaving?”
I took a deep breath. “Brett said that he’s leaving because…because…he loves me.” My voice cracked, and I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
Keisha’s eyes went wide. “He loves you?”
“Apparently. I don’t know how the hell Brett would know this or why Sebastian couldn’t tell me himself.” Anger and frustration rose in me that I had to find out how Sebastian felt from someone else.
“Maybe he’s scared.”
“He’s scared?” My voice rose, and I pushed off the stool.
Keisha flinched.
I started pacing back and forth. “I’m sorry. He’s not the only one that’s scared, though. He randomly forces himself into my life, sleeps with me, makes me fall in love with him, brings this evil sadistic fuck into my world, and then decides to leave?”
“Tori.”
I ignored her and continued. “We hardly talk, and I barely know him, but I fell in love with the fucker anyway. At first it was just physical, just sex. The best sex I’ve ever had in my fucking life. Then the last time he came over, it felt different.” I turned to her. “It was like I was able to crack a wall. I saw the affection he felt for me in his eyes. I know he cares for me. Maybe even loves me like Brett said. I never expected to fall in love with him, Keisha, but I fell hard and fast.”
Keisha walked up to me. “You can’t control love.”
My voice broke, and a sob escaped my lips. “He can’t leave me. If he leaves, Jose gets his way.”
She frowned. “What do you mean, Jose gets his way?”
“Jose told me that Sebastian and I have to stay away from each other. He’s ruining business, or I’m a distraction or something. I don’t know.”
“Tori,” she whispered.
“Sebastian can’t leave…I…I…I need him. I…love him. But I can’t even get a hold of him. What if it’s too late and he’s left already?”
“He couldn’t have left that quickly.”
I looked at her and sighed. “Brett also told me that something big is going down.”
“Yeah, he told me that too. I really don’t know what that means. I feel like he’s been watching too many movies.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.
I laughed lightly. “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a line from a movie.”
She smiled.
My phone rang, and I practically dove for it, hands shaking. “Hello?”
“Hello, little one.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Sebastian. Where are you?” I demanded.
“I’m on my way to your place.” His voice sounded gruff.
“Okay, I’m headed home now. We need to talk, Sebastian.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
The line disconnected, and I stared at my phone for a moment. “This is it. He’s leaving me. I can feel it.” Fresh tears filled my eyes.
Keisha placed an arm around my shoulders. “You don’t know that. Maybe Jose’s bluffing.”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I hope so.”
***
The walk to my place seemed to take forever. People milled about and went on with their daily lives, not even knowing that there was a crazed psychopath on the loose.
God, for Jose to pull out a gun like that in the middle of a public place, who knew what else he would do to get what he wanted. I shivered at the thought of him hurting me or worse.
Once reaching my apartment, I unlocked it and headed inside. Throwing my keys on the table and kicking off my shoes, I walked to my bedroom. A moment later, I heard the apartment door shutting.
“I’ll be out in a second. There’s beer in the fridge…” My voice trailed off as the hair on the back of my neck tingled. I looked up and saw Sebastian slowly walking into my room, his gaze instantly finding mine. It had only been a couple of hours since I’d seen him, but it felt like a lifetime nonetheless.
The air around him crackled and fizzled with tension as he sauntered toward me. My heart sped up in anticipation.
As he approached me, he looked at me through hooded eyes, hunger and desire flowing through them.
I could see light bruising on his face, and his lip was a little swollen, but finding out what happened to cause that could wait. He needed me and I needed him.
"Sebastian." I breathed the name.
He stopped. Inner turmoil danced in his eyes as his gaze bored into mine. "I need you so fucking bad right now…baby…I…”
I closed the space between us, placed my hands on his cheeks, and brought his face down to mine. He tensed under me as I covered his mouth. Licking his full bottom lip, I slowly drove my tongue into his, sucking and pulling as I went. I wanted to bury myself under his skin. Stay in his arms forever. I wanted him fast and hard, leaving us both sweaty and spent from passion.
A deep groan came from the back of his throat as he relaxed under me, returning my kiss. He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me against him.
I moaned when his erection pressed into my lower stomach. I needed to touch him. To feel his hands all over me. Inside me and out.
His hand ran up my back and to my neck, fingers curling in the hair at my nape. Whatever turmoil he felt before quickly disappeared as his tongue moved roughly against mine, devouring my mouth.
Gr
abbing my ass, he lifted me and pushed me hard onto my dresser, sending items flying and falling everywhere.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tightening my legs around his hips, digging my heels in his ass.
He ground into me and released my mouth, kissing along my jawline. Moving his hips in circles, he rubbed against me, torturing us both. My pussy throbbed and ached for him as he continued pushing his hips into me.
I panted and fisted his shirt at his back, lifting it over his head. He took a step back to remove it completely and threw it behind him.
I licked my lips at the sight of him.
His piercings sparkled in the sunlight, and his muscles twitched as if he was holding back.
“Give me what you need, baby,” I whispered and sat up and grabbed the hem of my shirt.
His eyes followed my movements and licked his lips. “How bad do you want me?” His shoulders relaxed at my words, and I knew this was going to be intense.
I lifted the shirt over my head and threw it at him. “I need you hard and fast.”
“Do you, now?” He smirked. Catching the fabric, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled.
My heart skipped a beat as a low growl came from his throat. “Oh, yeah.”
Throwing the shirt behind him, he was on me before I knew what was happening. His one hand wrapped around my neck, holding me in place as his tongue penetrated my mouth.
I moaned against his lips as he deepened the kiss. Forcing me back against the mirror, he reached between us and undid the clasp on my bra, practically ripping it off me. His rough hands kneaded and massaged my full breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.
I cried out. “More.”
He squeezed my nipples harder, sending liquid seeping into my panties. I gasped as the pain and pleasure mixed as one deep inside my core.
Releasing my mouth, he leaned down and took a budding peak between his lips and grazed his teeth over my nipple.
“Oh God.” Shivers ran down my spine, and I curled my fingers at his nape. “Sebastian.” Tugging on his hair, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed off the dresser, forcing him to catch me before we both fell.
He growled and pushed me back onto it roughly, grinding his hips into mine. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he crashed his mouth to mine, sending tingles through my lips at the rough impact. God, I loved kissing him. He poured his heart and soul into the actions of his body. Instead of speaking with words, he spoke through his touch.
Releasing my mouth from his, I pushed him, holding him back with my foot.
Raising an eyebrow, he watched me take off my bra completely.
I licked my tingling lips and ran my hands down my chest, massaging and kneading my breasts for him.
His eyes followed my movements, nostrils flaring as my thumbs lingered over my nipples.
Reaching my jeans, I looked down to undo them when he grabbed my wrists. I pushed his hands away and grabbed his belt. Cupping his erection, I squeezed probably harder than I should have, but when he bucked against my hand, I did it again.
“Again.” He groaned. Looked like I wasn’t the only one who liked a little pain with the pleasure. Squeezing him again, I kissed his chest, grazing my tongue lightly over his pierced nipple.
Pushing my hands away, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and ripped them open, the button popping off.
I held tightly onto the dresser as he lifted me. He pulled the jeans off me one leg at a time. When they were off completely, he grabbed hold of my foot and kissed his way up to my calf as he moved to his knees.
A giggle escaped my lips at the ticklish feeling, and I lightly kicked him, pushing him away.
An evil glint flashed in his eyes, and I gasped when he reached my thigh and lightly nibbled.
I looked down at him as he knelt between my legs. Rising on his knees, he placed his hands on my waist and gripped the side of my panties.
Wrapping my legs around him and keeping my hands on either side of me, I licked and nibbled his bottom lip. His eyes darkened and his lips parted. I smiled when a deep rumble came from his chest.
“Lean back, little one,” he whispered against my mouth. “I want to eat your pussy.”
My breath caught in my throat at his words, my sex throbbing with anticipation. I looked down at him and he smirked.
Leaning back against the cool mirror, I gasped when my panties were ripped off and cried out when his mouth covered my core. Gripping his hair in my hands, I moaned and writhed under him as his tongue penetrated me. “Sebastian,” I cried out harder as my muscles clenched and twitched.
His hands moved to my thighs, holding me in place, spreading me wider for him. He moaned against my mound, sending vibrations through my sex. A moment later he lifted his head and licked his lips. “God, I fucking love the way you taste.”
“Don’t stop.” I breathed, a sheen of sweat coating my skin.
“Oh, baby, I don’t plan on it.” Two fingers entered me, and I moaned at the fullness of them. His tongue and thumb circled my clit, and his gaze locked with mine.
Panting, I watched him devour me. I bucked under him and tugged his hair, pulling him against me. Gripping the dresser, I slowly moved my hips up and down against his mouth.
His tongue licked up the sides of my labia before closing over the hardened nub. A deep groan sounded from him as he pressed harder against my clit, spreading tingles through my body. “Come for me, baby.”
“Sebastian.” I shook under him.
“That’s it.” His fingers thrust in me faster. “Come for me, little one.”
I screamed as an orgasm erupted from my core, leaving me quaking under him.
“I love the sounds you make when you come.” I whimpered as he gave one last lick. He lifted his head and then kissed my inner thigh. Grabbing me around the waist, he lifted me off the dresser. “Did you like that, little one?”
Shivers ran down my body as his stubble caressed my shoulder. “Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
I swallowed. “Please…yes.”
He chuckled. “Good.” He covered my lips with his, his tongue slipping into my mouth.
Tasting me on him sent my heart aflutter. I heard a belt buckle clinking and then a zipper lowering, making my skin and sex throb with anticipation. I looked down between us and saw his hand wrapped around his cock. My gaze followed, and my skin heated as he stroked himself. Licking my lips, I watched the involuntary bead slip out the top of the head.
“Do you like watching me touch myself, little one?” His large hand moved from the tip slowly down to the base.
My breathing picked up as I stared at him pleasuring himself. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tightened my legs around his hips. “Sebastian.”
He set me on my feet and turned me around. "Is there something you want?” he asked, running a hand down my spine, shivers following in its path.
I moaned, arching against his touch.
Lightly swatting my ass, he ran his cock over my core, moving the wetness over me. Spreading my legs, he softly bit my shoulder. Our gazes met in the reflection of my mirror. Seeing him standing behind me, wanting me as bad I wanted him, turned me on to the point of breaking. “What do you want, baby?”
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
“Music to my ears.” He growled and thrust his cock into me, his gaze not leaving mine.
I cried out as he filled me to the brim and held on to my dresser.
He paused, his hands tightening on my hips as his fingers dug in. “I’m sorry, little one, but I’m going to fuck you hard and fast now.”
“Please,” I begged.
Grunting, he pulled out of me and thrust back into me hard, lifting me off the floor. His hands squeezed my hips, surely leaving bruises, but I reveled in the fact he lost control with me.
I cried out as he pounded into me, fucking me against my dresser.
Fisting my hair, he turned my head, covering my mouth with his. The passion and the inten
sity of his thrusts burst into me as his tongue penetrated my lips. His hips moved faster and harder, his fingers digging into my skin. He tightened his hold on my hips as he impaled me, the mirror banging against the wall.
Our mouths continued to move together as he consumed me completely. Left me utterly breathless.
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Releasing my mouth, he looked down at me, eyes blazing as he continued to thrust in me. Leaning down, he licked up my neck and gently bit my chin.
“Sebastian.” I closed my eyes and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
My breath caught at his words, and I moaned when his lips grazed over my mouth.
His hands moved to my ass and squeezed as he thrust into me. “I can’t get enough of you, little one. I can feel you in my bones.”
My heart sped up. Watching him take me against my dresser in the reflection of my mirror was intense and powerful. His muscles strained over his bones as he controlled his movements. “I can’t get enough of you either,” I whispered.
Our gazes locked. “Yeah?”
I smiled and chewed my bottom lip as each thrust ignited shivers through my body. “Yeah.”
“And why’s that, baby?” He asked, slowing his hips.
“Please…don’t stop.” I whimpered. “I…I need…”
A mischievous grin took shape on his face as he removed himself from me completely. Turning me, he lifted me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I tightened my hold on him as he walked us to the edge of the bed. His features were strong, controlled, and even though he had tested my patience for the last couple of weeks, I realized that I did in fact love him, and it wasn’t just a physical connection we had. Most women probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did, but I was drawn to him. I couldn’t get enough of him. He possessed my thoughts, my dreams. Taking control of my waking desires.
Sitting on the bed, he slowly lowered me back onto his cock, making shivers run down my spine. “Is there a reason you can’t get enough of me?” he teased.
“Yeah. You make me feel good.” Riding him slowly, I ran my hands down his chest, lightly grazing my fingers over the multiple tattoos and scars. His muscles twitched and moved slightly under my touch. Rubbing my thumb over his nipple, I smiled when his breath caught. Looked like they were as sensitive as mine were. Licking my lips, I wanted to taste them. To taste the cool metal of the barbell between my lips mixed with the soft skin of the permanently hard nub.
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