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“You like when I take control,” he said, his fingers rubbing between my legs. “Look how wet you get when you’re at my mercy.”
I caught the whimper before he could hear it, trying and failing to stop myself moaning when he thrusted a singlefinger inside. Anticipation slithered down my spine at the way he always pushed. Taking what he wanted, distracting me from my thoughts and making me crave his chaotic energy.
“See, you’re fucking soaking.” Sebastian added a second finger, his beard scratching down my stomach. “And all mine.” Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he dived between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me with powerful strokes that had my back bowing immediately off the bed.
“Sebastian…” I cried out, and he slapped my thigh with an open palm, the sting making electricity dance across my skin. There was no teasing or gentle nips of his teeth. He devoured me as if I was a feast, sucking my clit between his lips in such a way that my orgasm teetered on the edge within seconds.
I could feel it, the sensation growing until I found my fingers scratching at his scalp. My hips rocking up against his tongue. He groaned into my pussy, the vibration about to push me over…
“Tu n’as pas encore le droit de venir.”
I cried out in frustration, my fingers unwinding from his hair. Sweat coated my skin, my pussy clenching at the loss of my release. He blew a hot breath, and I noticed his smirk at my returning whimper.
His rough hands shaped my body, stroking over those new bruises on my hips, followed by his lips. I froze at the gentleness, at how he was erasing what had happened and replacing it with himself.
“Tu es à moi.”
My nipples were hard, aching for attention. “Sebastian, please,” I begged, needing more. Needing him.
He made his way up my body, hesitating at my breasts. “Only if you agree to stay.”
Chapter 50
Sebastian
Arabella pressed her lips into a stubborn line, her face flushed with arousal. “No, I can’t.”
I wanted to chuckle at her response, even as she moaned at how hard I tugged on her nipples. She was panting beneath me, trying to rub her clit against my heavy thigh between her legs like a cat in heat.
Except she wasn’t allowed to come, not yet. Not until I decided she’d had enough, and the attack in the bathroom was fucking erased from her memory. Replaced with only me.
Only I was allowed to bruise her, mark her as my own. I have never been gentle in sex, needing that control over their bodies. Making them come over and over, or not at all. It was fucking euphoric, and Arabella gave herself to me so easily, even after last night.
But I needed to replace them, press my fingers into those exact bruises so I could make them mine. So I did, her resulting cry not of pain, even though I knew it hurt.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you scream,” I growled, diving back between her thighs to eat out her cunt like itwas my last meal. She tasted fucking perfect. She tasted like she was mine.
My fingers dug harder, deepening those bruises as I lapped at her faster, teasing her throbbing clit with my tongue until her entire body tensed beneath me. This time I didn’t stop, not even when she tugged at my hair or tried to scramble from my hold. I devoured her until she came, squirting all over my face with the power of her orgasm.
And still I continued, not giving her a reprieve so I could force another orgasm out of her within seconds. Her cries echoed around me, and I was thankful no one was here to hear her because I didn’t share.
She was almost hyperventilating when I finally pulled back, my cock aching as I pressed it against the mattress to try and ease the throbbing. I wanted to demand her onto her knees, so I could fuck that throat and paint her face with my cum.
But I wasn’t done with her just yet.
“Stay with me.”
Arabella swallowed, her eyes only open to slits. But I could still see that fire there, and fuck I wanted to be burned.
“I can’t.”
I smiled, because her answer didn’t matter.
Standing, I moved my armchair until it was beside the foot of the bed, perfectly angled for what I planned to do next. Taking a seat, I watched her in my bed, the dark sheets perfect against her pale skin. Her lips were parted, and her hair was a tangled mess.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
Fisting my cock I gave it a tight squeeze, amused with how her eyes immediately darted to the way I rubbed pre-cum along the head.
