Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I made sure of it once I realized we’d be attending an event held by Sebastian’s grandparents.
“I’ll talk to you later, Reina…” I make some sort of an unintelligible excuse as I hasten my steps in Ren’s direction.
He shouldn’t be here. Not where Sebastian can see him. If he hears his voice, he’ll recognize him from those days we spent in the cell.
And then Ren might be tempted to tell my father his spin on what he sees tonight, and my father can’t be involved again.
My steps are long, despite my trembling legs. I’m not fast and it takes everything in me not to break into a jog and draw attention to myself.
Ren will go straight to Akira, who’s standing with Sebastian. He’ll recognize him and then he’ll probably start being his usual mocking self. Whether he speaks in English or in Japanese, Sebastian will recognize him, too, and he might start a scene…
A hand grabs my arm and I squeal as I’m dragged into a room. One strong palm wraps around my throat, the other over my mouth.
“Not a fucking word.”
29
Sebastian
My knee parts Naomi’s thighs and my chest flattens her back as I shove her against the wall.
We’re both breathing heavily; I’m not sure if the sound of harsh intakes of breath are hers or mine, or if the rise of my chest matches the fall of her back.
I breathe in the sweet scent of her lily and peaches perfume and the smell of her fear.
Fuck, how I love her fear. It’s different from anyone else’s. Hers is tangible and completely unique. Probably because it’s mixed with a secret type of excitement.
Naomi doesn’t fight me.
Her front slackens against the wall, even as she inhales and exhales in an uncontrollable rhythm.
For a moment, we remain like that, breathing in the thick air in silence. We’re in Grandmother’s tea party room, where she invites other influential wives and spends afternoons milking information out of them.
It’s dark, though, so the only thing visible is the curve of Naomi’s throat and the soft line of her chin as she rests her cheek against the wall.
But I don’t need to see her to feel her. Just like in the fucking cell, her warm body beneath mine is enough to cement her presence to my damn soul.
I release her mouth but wrap my fingers around her jaw, digging my nails into the softness of her flesh and feeling her pulse against my skin.
“Sebastian…” she breathes out in what resembles relief.
The sound sends a straight zap to my dick, and it strains against my pants and her ass cheeks. No matter how much I hate her, no matter how much I plan to destroy her, I can’t stop wanting to fuck her.
Ruin her.
Own her.
In that goddamn order.
“Were you expecting your husband, my slut?”
“No, I just…”
“You just walked into my grandparents’ house on his arm to fucking jab me?”
“I didn’t want to come here.”
“But you did. Surely you’re well aware of the consequences,” I speak harshly against the shell of her ear and she shudders, her breath catching.
I love the fucking sounds she makes when I rattle her to her bones.
When I’m the only thing she can think about.
I grab her tit and pinch the hard nipple through the material and she jolts on a broken gasp and a strangled moan.
“No…” she whispers. “Don’t…Sebastian…”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t…”
“Don’t touch you? Fuck you? Don’t make you come so hard your tool of a husband will hear you scream my name? Because you’ll scream, Naomi. Loud.”
“No…” The word is choked, almost inaudible.
I pinch, then twist her nipple with the same violence that’s been bubbling in my veins since she walked into my grandparents’ house.
Or maybe since she came back after being invisible for years.
“No…Sebastian…no…”
“You know how much that word turns me the fuck on, Naomi. Is that why you’re saying it after giving me fuck-me eyes all evening?”
“I…didn’t.”
“Yes, you did, my slut. You were watching me while being on your husband’s arm, probably fantasizing about how I’ll tear through that tight cunt of yours and fuck it right. Should I take you on the floor like a dirty whore? Or maybe I’ll do it outside against one of the trees and give everyone a show. Your fucking husband included.”
A low whimper rips from her and I have no clue if it’s because of my words or the relentless way I keep torturing her nipples.
I don’t care either way.
Because I’m close to losing my fucking mind right now.
Turning into my beast might be the best option, but I’m lingering in that phase between the pathetic human and the unfeeling monster.
I bite down on the shell of her ear, causing her to cry out.
The sound douses me with the need for more.
More violence.
More carnal desire.
More of her taste.
The taste I haven’t been able to forget, despite trying to. The taste that’s become my aphrodisiac and my fucking kryptonite.