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“Oh God… Sebastian…” she moaned, helpless, her legs wrapping around him, clinging as if holding onto her last shred of control.
Her walls clenched around him, tightening with each thrust as his thumb flicked across the peaks of her breasts in rhythm with his pounding hips. The combined fire of sensation—the relentless pounding, the sharp pinch of the ribbons, the bruising pleasure in her nipples—sent her body spiraling.
A scream tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched violently, hips lifting as her walls convulsed around him, and her nipples burned from torment, every moan a tribute to him.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened at her collapse beneath him, his chest heaving, a low, guttural growl escaping him. He thrust a few more times, deep and punishing, until her trembling body had nothing left to give.
He finally eased his pounding, letting his body collapse beside her trembling form. Her sweat-slicked skin pressed against hischest, her breaths shallow and ragged. Yet even in her post-orgasm haze, he wasn’t done with her.
He leaned over, lips hungrily seeking the peaks of her swollen, ribbon-bound breasts. The silk ribbons made them stand out, taut and sensitive, and he sucked each nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing lightly, making her shiver and moan again despite her exhaustion. His hands cupped her, kneading and rolling the sensitive flesh while his lips lavished attention on the peaks.
Emily gasped, a soft tremor running through her as the overstimulation sent shivers down her spine. Sebastian’s growl was low and possessive. Finally, after a few torturous minutes, he untied the silk ribbons, letting her breasts fall naturally, still swollen and flushed, her nipples pink and sensitive from his teasing.
She leaned back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded, utterly spent, on the verge of drifting into a deep, trembling sleep. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, every nerve ending still firing with residual pleasure.
But Sebastian wasn’t finished. With a devilish glint in his eyes, he slid inside her again, filling her fully. Emily’s lips parted in a startled moan, then a gasp as he began moving. Her body trembled once more as he set a relentless, languid rhythm that made her cry out repeatedly, writhing beneath him in desperate need.
Hours seemed to pass in a blur of pleasure and torment—his thrusts never cruel, but never gentle, every movement coaxing her moans, every angle pressing against that spot inside her that made her lose herself completely.
Her limbs grew heavy, her voice hoarse from crying out, yet even as exhaustion claimed her, she couldn’t escape him.
Finally, spent and trembling, she curled against him, her body slick and sore, her breaths shaky and uneven. Sebastian’s chest pressed against her back, his fingers stroking her still-sensitive nipples as she finally began to drift into a fragile, exhausted sleep.
***
Lucas was pacing restlessly across his living room, jaw clenched, his steps heavy against the polished floor. His expression carried a storm.
Just then, Taylor stepped in with his hands shoved casually in his pockets. He stopped near the doorway, his brows drawn.
“What have you been doing all this time?” he asked, his tone edged with impatience. “Dillon told me you’re still keeping tabs on Emily. She’s living at Sebastian’s house now. She goes from the office straight home with him. She hasn’t stepped out alone once.”
Lucas didn’t answer, his jaw clenching so tight a vein stood out at his temple.
Taylor’s patience wore thin. He slammed his palm against the arm of the chair, eyes narrowing with irritation. “Why don’t you just give up already, Lucas? It’s been months since you guys broke up. She’s refused you more times than I can count. At what point does no finally mean no?”
Lucas’s head snapped toward him. His eyes blazed, sharp and restless, as though every nerve in his body had been lit on fire. “Why the hell is everyone so hell-bent on telling me to give up on her?!” His voice cracked with fury, but underneath, it carried something rawer—panic.
Taylor opened his mouth, his tone scathing. “Lucas, are you out of your—”
The shrill trill of his phone cut him off. The sound sliced through the room, loud in the tense silence. Taylor muttered a curse, yanked it from his pocket, and pressed it to his ear. “What?” he barked, sharp and impatient.
Lucas folded his arms, but his stance wasn’t calm. It was coiled tight, restless energy radiating from him as his foot tapped hard against the floor. He watched Taylor’s face carefully, his gaze narrowing the moment he caught the shift.
Taylor’s expression froze, eyes flickering toward Lucas.
Lucas’s chest seized, his pulse slamming against his ribs. He stepped forward in a rush, his voice breaking with urgency. “What is it? What the hell’s going on?”
Taylor’s tone sharpened, hesitant but clipped. “It’s Dillon. He is saying that Emily went out today.”
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Lucas’s entire body went rigid.
On the other end of the line came hurried, muffled words. He grabbed Taylor’s arm, his grip almost bruising. “What did he say? Where is she? Tell me!”
Taylor sighed, his face hardening as he lowered the phone. “She’s at a café with Jeremy.”
The words detonated inside Lucas’s skull. His vision blurred for a second, rage and disbelief warring in his chest.
