Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Savage.
Merciless.
And with no end in sight.
He’s consuming me in his rough viciousness, feeding off my energy and confiscating it for his own. If I let him, if I allow this, I have a feeling he’ll never stop.
Not that he appears to plan to anytime soon.
I jam a fist between us, pushing at his chest, but that only prompts him forward. Sebastian swallows me into his warm presence and feasts on me with the urgency of a doomed man.
The hum coming from our surroundings and the TV in the background gradually vanishes. Even the sofa we’re sitting on feels ethereal, like we’re suspended in midair.
Why?
Just why does he have this effect on me as if I’m still that teenager who met him for the first time?
The thought of those stolen moments coupled with his savage, unapologetic touch get to me in places that sure as shit shouldn’t be affected.
I argue with my head that I shouldn’t give in to this, shouldn’t allow him to play with me, but my logical side seems to be closed for business with the fiery stimulation taking over my body.
A moan ripples in the air and I gasp in his mouth as I recognize my voice.
I lost.
Or more accurately, I never stood a chance to begin with.
Even with the bells of his win echoing in the air, Sebastian doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t gloat about making me so hormonal that I couldn’t control my damn reaction.
If anything, he becomes more brazen, reaching a hand between us and cupping my breast through my hoodie. I’m braless, so his touch goes straight to my sensitive flesh.
Another needy sound tears from my throat as his thumb presses down on my aching nipple. He then twists it between two callous fingers causing me to whimper and shake.
His back and forth against my breast doesn’t end there, though, and shoots between my legs, metaphorically prying them open.
Sebastian’s mouth leaves mine with an agonizing slowness that catches my breathing and makes my lips tingle.
I stare at him from beneath my lashes and that’s when I realize my eyelids have been drooping as if I’m caught in a trance.
My fractured breaths and his harsh ones fill the air as we stare at each other in ominous silence. One that says in blood letters that something is wrong.
Or maybe it’s too right, but it can still go wrong.
Or maybe it’s equally right and wrong.
His fingers circle my nipple through the hoodie and I suck in a sharp breath through my nostrils.
I’ve never had someone toy with me this expertly, promising both pleasure and discomfort in equal measure.
It’s a free fall.
Torture.
Plain sadism.
“Were you ready for me, Tsundere?” he rasps near my ear, still tugging on my nipple, twirling, stimulating.
“Ready for you?” My voice is too breathy and strangled, as if I’m relearning how to articulate properly.
“You left these tits uncovered because you wanted me to feel them.”
“That’s…not true.”
He swipes his thumb over the peak, back and forth, controlling my shattered breathing until it matches the rhythm of his. “But they’re ready for me. Can’t you see how much they want my mouth on them?”
Sebastian releases my face and starts to lift my hoodie. My insides burn red hot and my stomach quivers when his knuckles brush against the burning skin.
The thought of him seeing my breasts, actually touching them without a barrier, sends me into a spectrum of chaotic emotions. The swells of my breasts peek from underneath the material, my sickly pale skin contrasting against the black of the hoodie.
Sebastian strokes an index finger over the bottom swell, causing my thighs to clench. The view of his masculine finger and the tone of his skin against the paleness of mine steals my focus.
“Look at how creamy and big your tits are, Naomi. The cheer uniform doesn’t do them justice.”
His words trigger pressure against my most intimate part and I can feel myself letting go, allowing him to do whatever he likes with me and my body.
No.
This will blow away every wall I’ve spent years building.
Every barrier and layer I’ve carefully wrapped around myself since that red night.
I don’t know how I do it, but I grab his wrist and push it away, then jerk up so I’m not caught under his spell anymore.
That doesn’t stop the manic rise and fall of my chest or how my nipples still burn to be touched.
It doesn’t stop my illogical need for more or how my skin twitches for it like an addict going through withdrawal.
Sebastian remains on the sofa, legs wide, appearing a bit too comfortable. Strands of his sandy hair fall in a beautiful mess over his forehead and darkened aqua eyes.
“In case you forgot, I won, Tsundere, and with a KO at that since you moaned three times.”
I suck in an unsteady breath, praying that my skin isn’t reddening. “That still doesn’t give you the right to grope me.”