Page 15 of Bared Betrayal
Hours later,I walk up to the front door of the house I’ve shared with Sebastian for the last eighteen months. It’s the first place I was able to call home after I entered society a lost, broken girl. But, lately, there’s a new weight on my shoulders whenever I slip my key into the lock.
After leaving my therapist’s office, my mind has been a whirlpool of thoughts. Usually, I leave there with a prescription. Today I left with a referral…to a sex club.
I slip my hand in my coat pocket, sliding my fingers along the smooth edges of the business card. She’s wrong. I won’t find what I’m looking for there. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Pain? Agony? Misery? God, what’s happening to me?
By the time I got out of the cab in front of the house, I had made up my mind. I want to be with Sebastian. I love him…or whatever my idea of love is. I’ll never be normal. I know that. But with Sebastian, I’m as normal as I will ever be. And if it’s pain I need, Sebastian is the one I trust enough to give it to me.
I walk into the apartment, the lights glowing across the vernal decor in soothing blues and whites. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I make a straight line for the hallway.
Sebastian is leaning against the wall by the kitchen, his arms folded across his massive chest. I stop in front of him, waiting for him to say something. He gives me that crooked grin that makes me feel like I could sink into oblivion. He speaks, his voice low and steady. “Where have you been?”
“I took a walk, trying to find inspiration for my paintings.”
“You okay?” He cups my cheeks, fingers brushing hair out of my face.
“Yeah,” I say with a smile. “I’m okay.”
“I’ve been thinking about my grandmother taking over—”
I push myself up on my toes and kiss him. His lips are warm. Familiar. Comforting. My comfort zone.
He envelops me in his arms, cradling me close. I feel the strength of his body against me, and all my anxieties slip away. With Sebastian’s embrace wrapping me tightly, I feel safe and secure. There’s a fleeting thought that pops into my head.Don’t you want to feel more?
No.
No. This is enough.
It has to be.
I close my eyes and breathe in his scent while savoring his taste on my tongue. Warmth emanates from him, and that’s what I’m looking for, isn’t it? Safety to trust, comfort to feel home, and affection to feel cherished.
He pulls away, leaving me somewhat breathless as he winds up my skirt until it’s bunched around my hips. I have no desire to escape; I just want to melt into him. His lips curve into a gentle smile. “I take it you found the inspiration you were looking for?”
“I think I did.”
“That’s great news…for me.” He sweeps me up in his arms, and I yelp as he places me on the kitchen counter, his lips growing desperate against mine. Our kiss deepens as his hands drag my coat down my shoulders. I take his shirt between my fingers and pull it over his head, separating our lips for no more than a second, only to lock again in a fiery kiss.
His fingers make quick work of the white buttons of my blouse, and he cups my breast, moaning against my mouth, flexing his hips as he moves between my legs.
I gasp and arch my back, loving how his skin feels against mine. I want more. I need more.
“Sebastian,” I murmur as he laces kisses down the side of my neck. “I need you.”
“I got you, baby.” He flexes, and I let out a breath, feeling his hard cock brush against my heat. I wonder what it’s like at a sex club. Is it dark and ominous inside? Does it smell like sex? Do the men and women walk around naked? Can you hear the bite of leather into flesh? Do they scream, the women who revel in being dominated?
God. The thought of it sends a new type of heat through my veins, and I moan, reaching between us as I start unbuttoning Sebastian’s pants, eager to feel him inside me. His cock is hard, throbbing against my palm as I wrap my fingers around his shaft.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips. “You have to slow down if you want this to last.”
“What I want is for you to fuck me.”
He grabs my hips, his eyes darkened with desire as he pulls me close to the edge of the kitchen counter. But I slip off, my heels barely hitting the ground before I turn around, brushing my naked ass against his hard cock. Leaning forward, I arch my back as his hands grab my waist. Placing a palm over his fingers, I urge him to grip me tighter, to bite into my flesh while he guides his cock to my entrance.
“Sebastian,” I pant, feeling the velvet tip of his dick against my swollen pussy. “I need it rough.”
He flexes, and with one fluid motion, he spears into me, causing me to cry out. “Harder,” I moan, slamming my palms on the cold granite counter. His thrusts become more and more powerful as he slips in and out of me. But I need more. I need to feel alive. I need the sting of pain to make my blood sing.
“Grab my hair,” I urge, throwing my head back.
