Page 31 of Corrupted Memories
Sebastian slips his hand farther down, cupping my pussy as he palms my breast, kneading it harshly.
I suck in a sharp breath, barely hearing my brother’s words. “Who?”
A soft laugh fans over my neck and I lean into his chest, wanting more. He grants my wish, parting my pussy to tease my entrance before sliding up to circle my clit with his fingers. I jerk at the sensation, heat coursing through my body at his mere touch. It’s always been this way with us. The man pushed me to new heights that I never achieved by myself, nor did I even think about these things with?—
Oh god, Jeremy. That’s what my brother said. I snap my eyes open, pulling away from Sebastian as muchas I can. Which isn’t a lot when he follows me to lean harder against the cool metal of the railing.
“Gianna—”
“Sorry, I was joking. I’ve had a long day, Matt. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you.” The last word is rushed out before I hang up as Sebastian yanks me back against him, shoving two fingers inside me. He grabs the phone and tosses it on one of the lounge chairs as I moan from his pumping hand. Then he pinches my chin, turning my face to him before his mouth crashes down onto mine. I kiss him back, letting myself fall into the familiarity of his taste.
It’s everything I didn’t know I missed. His lips on mine stoke a painful fire inside me. It burns with pleasure of being here again, but there’s still a reminding ache of what will come after. That Sebastian has always willingly given me every part of him but his heart, and I can never seem to remember that in the moment when I’m at the mercy of his touch.
I pull away to catch my breath and Sebastian kisses down my neck, nipping at the corner of my shoulder as I grip the railing. Removing his fingers from inside me, he pushes down the strap of my dress, cupping and kneading my bared breast before his fingers pinch my hardened nipple and smear mywetness over my skin.
Gasping, my eyes roll back as he presses his hard erection against my ass, showing me how much he wants me, and I want him just as desperately. This was never difficult for us. Our chemistry was explosive and our bodies so in tune with one another, it felt magnetic at times. It’s everything else that we struggled with.
I’d been young and insecure, with a constant need for reassurance that he cared about me. The longer Sebastian and I were together and he didn’t tell me he loved me, the more paranoid I grew. It’s easy to see now, but back then I hadn’t realized my distrust and resentment were causing me to spiral into making questionable decisions. That led to me stalking my boyfriend that fateful night, convinced he was cheating on me, only to witness him murder someone.
A shudder runs through me at the reminder. He mistakes it for passion, groaning as he bends me over more.
“Tell me you don’t want this. That you don’t want me, Gianna.”
The lie is on my lips but I swallow it down. I can indulge in this one time, it doesn’t have to mean anything. I willnotlose myself in him.
Sebastian hums, liking my silent approval.
He shoves my dress over my ass, pulling on my hips to force my back to arch. I hold my weight against the railing, gasping when I feel the hot, hard flesh of his cock press into me. I rock back and he takes the invitation to slam forward, working with quick strokes until he’s buried to the hilt. My pussy is stretched full of his big dick, the girth of him still such a pleasant discomfort. Sebastian drops his forehead to roll across the back of my shoulders.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you. You feel so good, like where I was always meant to be.”
His whispered confession wreaks havoc on my heart, but I don’t get a chance to dwell on it before he pulls out and thrusts back into me. The fact he’s still wearing his shirt and pants saves us from the embarrassing skin smacking as he picks up his pace, his fingers digging into my hips. My eyes roll back, a fire coiling in my belly from his rough fucking. God, he’s right. I’ve missed this too. Nothing could ever compare to his fat cock pummeling into me.
His hand twists into my hair, pulling my head back. I clamp down on his hard length, having not felt that sting of pain in years.
“Yessss,” I moan out in a hiss as he hits a certain spot that has me seeing dots as I come. His breathing is turning erratic, his rhythm more jerky, and my toes curl in my high heels. With a few more thrusts, he stills, pressed tight against my ass as he releases deepinside me. My mouth drops open in a silent scream, feeling each throb of his cock and the warmth of his cum filling me. He lets go of my hair, rubbing his hands down my back and squeezing my waist.
“Fucking hell. My balls hurt from how much I just pumped into you.”
A smile graces my lips before I gasp, pulling away from him in a hurry. My dress falls back into place as I stand up straight and face him, eyes wide with sudden realization when I feel the consequences of our actions.
“I’m not on birth control, Sebastian! And—and we never even spoke about other partners,” I say, hysterics raising my voice.
He tucks his dick back in his pants, not even bothering to clean himself. His cum is leaking down my thigh, and I’m stuck frozen in place, afraid if I move it will get on my dress. “Get me a towel so I can clean myself up,” I snap, his nonchalance angering me.
Sebastian raises an eyebrow, his lips thin as he stares at me. “I’ve only ever been bare with you, so unless you have something to tell me, we’re good.”
I swallow, shaking my head, and he nods. He leaves me standing there a moment as he slips back inside before returning with a small wet cloth. I grab it from him, wiping up our mess. My cheeksflush when I catch him watching me. He holds his hand out for the towel when I’m done, but I walk past him into the penthouse toward the kitchen. The tap of his shoes as he follows me has my heart picking up as I wash my hands, discarding the towel into the empty sink.
When I’m done, I face him, steeling my shoulders. A smirk flirts on his lips as he moves closer, pushing me into the counter and resting his hands on either side of me. He studies my face before leaning down and giving me a soft kiss. I sigh into his mouth, my hands coming up to rest on his waist.
“Do you think once was enough or should we try again to ensure you’re growing our child?” He asks the whispered question as he kisses down my jaw and I jerk my head back.
“What? What did you just say?”
He hums against my throat. “I think we need a few more times. I know you’re ovulating, but we shouldn’t leave it up to chance.”
I push on his chest, needing him away from me as I try to comprehend the unhinged bullshit that just spilled from his mouth, but he doesn’t budge. My fingers dig into his shirt as I blink up at him.
