Page 38 of Addicted To His Favorite
Adam’s eyes snapped to Sebastian, his tone sharp and warning. “Hey, cut the romance with my sister. Knock it off!”
Without missing a beat, Adam grabbed the knife beside his plate and waved it threateningly in Sebastian’s face.
“If you try anything with her, I’ll make sure this finds you from every angle! You won’t have anything left to prove you’re a man.”
Sebastian finally tore his gaze away from Emily and, with a cool, nonchalant motion, pushed the knife Adam had shaken in his face aside. “I’m not going to flirt with your sister,” he said coldly, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something sharper.
‘I already married her,’ he thought silently. ‘This isn’t flirting—I want her as my wife, not some fleeting girlfriend.’
Hearing his words, Adam exhaled slowly, relief washing over him. He returned to his food with a grunt, while Sebastian picked up a perfectly seared filet mignon from the middle of the table and began eating.
A few minutes later, Sebastian’s hand quietly slipped under the table, sliding to rest on Emily’s thigh.
Emily suddenly choked on her bite, coughing sharply. Her wide eyes darted to Sebastian, who ignored her interruption and continued eating as if nothing had happened.
Concern flickered across his face as he glanced at her. “You alright? What happened?” he questioned casually.
“N-Nothing,” she lied quickly, forcing a small smile. “Just ate a chili. That’s all.”
His fingers slid beneath the edge of her mini skirt, inching higher on her thigh, dangerously close to the soft fabric of her panties.
She set down her fork and spoon, then stood abruptly, pushing Sebastian’s hand off her thigh.
Breathless, she blurted, “I’m going to the washroom,” then hurried away from the table.
Sebastian’s voice followed her, calm and casual, “Alright.” He watched her leave with a small smirk before returning to his food. But only moments later, he stood as well. “I’m going to the washroom. I’ll be back in a second,” he said casually and slipped away from the table.
He pushed his chair back and rose, immediately. “I’ll go with you.” He started after Sebastian.
But Sebastian’s pace quickened, and before Adam could catch up, Sebastian disappeared around a corner, out of sight.
Quietly, Sebastian made his way to the women’s washroom and waited just outside. The place was empty except for the single stall locked from inside.
Emily emerged from the stall and headed to the sink to wash her hands. As she turned to leave, Sebastian suddenly grabbed her waist, pulling her sharply against his chest.
She gasped in surprise
“Don’t be like this,” she hissed, eyes wide, struggling to push him away. “What if my brother sees us?”
Her hands pressed against his chest, trying to create distance, but Sebastian was relentless. His eyes blazed with impatience as he caressed her waist, holding her close. He leaned down, his gaze locking onto hers with fierce intensity.
“So what if your brother sees?” he muttered, voice warm and husky. “We’re already married. It’s not like we’re committing a crime.”
Without warning, Sebastian’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips fell onto hers with a rough, urgent hunger. He pressed his mouth to hers, teeth grazing her bottom lip in quick, sharp nips, then tugged lightly, pulling her closer.
His tongue darted out, brushing over hers in a teasing, circling motion, then pressed firmly, sliding along hers with a rhythmic insistence that left her gasping.
He alternated between sucking her bottom lip, nibbling her upper lip with teasing bites, and dragging his teeth lightly across the edges of her mouth, leaving a sharp thrill in every brush. Each flick of his tongue, each press and grind of his lips, made her heart hammer and her knees weaken.
Sebastian’s hands slid higher on her back, tilting her closer as his lips parted hers again and again, tongue flicking, exploring, pressing insistently, dragging along hers in short, demanding sweeps. He nipped at her lips and jaw, dragging her head slightlyas he deepened the kiss, lips moving over hers as if he was desperate for her taste.
Emily’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, gasping as his teeth grazed hers, tongue flicking, sucking, circling, and pressing, each motion leaving her breathless. Her chest pressed to his, pulse racing, every nerve alive from the taste of his mouth.
Just as she completely started to forget where she was, a loud voice cut through the quiet.
“Where the hell did that bastard go?” Adam shouted from a distance, scanning the hallway. “Sebastian?”
Panic flooded Emily’s chest, her breaths coming shallow and quick. She pushed at Sebastian, but he didn’t budge, his body pressing against hers, head dipping down again, eyes hungry for another kiss.
