by Celia Aaron
“One?” He slid a finger inside me, and a low moan escaped me. “You’re so tight. So fucking delicious.” Moving his finger along with his licks, he worked me until I broke out in a sweat and my fingers ached from gripping the blanket.
“I’m certain your white knight never ate you like this.” He darted his tongue along my clit. “Never savored you the way I do. He couldn’t, because he tried to take something that wasn’t his.” He worked his finger in and out in an unhurried rhythm. “I think I underestimated you.” Another finger joined the first, filling me and stroking the one secret spot deep inside. “That’s it. That’s what you need, isn’t it? He couldn’t give it to you. You had a white knight, but you were waiting for your monster. Here I am.” He seized on my clit, his tongue lashing it in vicious strokes.
His words swirled inside me, turning and twisted, eating away at me like acid. Because they were true. Link was everything I should have wanted, but he wasn’t the one whose name was on the tip of my tongue.
Sebastian’s fingers and mouth drove me to the edge of my control, then broke it. I cried out and moved my hips, dancing with the devil who laughed against me and pushed me closer to release. My resolve shattered, and I became a slave to his mouth. I ran my hands through his dark hair and pulled. He growled against me and increased his tempo, finger fucking me hard as he tongued me.
My breath became shallow, and my legs shook as I ground against his mouth, chasing my orgasm as he chased me. The bogeyman nipped at my heels and drove me toward ecstasy.
“Give it to me. All of it.” He seized on my clit, sucking on the swollen nub. When he grazed me with his teeth and bit down, my back arched off the bed. My body tightened and narrowed into a tiny pinprick of light. And then I exploded in a crash of rolling waves, each one dragging me deeper until I was eye to eye with Sebastian in the darkest circle of hell.
30
Sebastian
I felt the second she went limp, all tension slipping from her body like water off rocks. She lay quietly, only her breathing filling the air around us as I dropped kisses along her soft flesh. My cock was hard and demanding satisfaction, but that wasn’t part of the deal. Soon, though. Soon, she’d admit she wanted me to claim her pussy with more than just my tongue. And I would leave my marks on her fair skin, claim her again and again.
She took a deep breath, then scooted backwards, pulling my favorite treat away from me. Closing her legs, she hugged her knees and gave me an accusing glare.
“What?” I licked her taste from my fingers as her scowl deepened. “You told me to do my worst.”
“Are we done here?”
I stood and smirked as her eyes went to the hard-on that was impossible to miss. “We don’t have to be. I’ve never been the sort to insist on reciprocation, but if you’re interested—”
“No.” She shook her head, her blonde locks flying.
I laughed. God, she did things to me. Made me feel so much more than I ever thought possible. “Fine. If you’d like to watch me take care of it, you can.” I swiped her panties off the floor.
“Hey!” She pointed to my palm. “Give those back.”
“I think I’ll keep them. Wrap them around my cock while I come to the memory of your taste, your sounds, the way your cunt shuddered for me.”
She yanked the blanket over her bare legs. “Psycho.”
I backed into the bathroom. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Her eyes flared. I got the feeling that if she’d had something to throw, she would have.
After a dinner during which Camille wore a constant blush, we spent a couple hours in the library—her continuing to draw while I worked on my tablet. My thoughts kept wandering to the problem created by Mint, Veronica, and the moron. I knew the solution. She was sitting a few feet away from me, a red color pencil tucked behind her ear. But for once, I dreaded making a deal with her. What I needed, only she could give, and I knew she’d make me pay dearly for it.
When the clock struck eleven, I locked my tablet and stood. “Let’s get to bed.”
She jolted when I spoke, her pencil scoring an errant mark down the side of her sketch. “Damn.” She plucked an eraser from the table and fixed it.
“Jumpy? I would have thought you were relaxed from our earlier activities.”
She tossed the eraser onto the table and stood. “Maybe you aren’t as good as you think?”
“Impossible.” I walked at her side toward the stairs. “But are you offering me another shot?”
“Not a chance.” She shook her head. “None of that will ever happen again.”
“What part? You coming on my face, or you saying my name, or you having the best orgasm of your life?”
She covered her face with her hands and sped her pace. “Stop.”
“I was just seeking clarification.” Watching her squirm gave me some of the most enjoyment I’d ever had.
“No, you’re being an asshole.”
“Better than a psycho, right?” I kept up with her as we took the stairs to the second floor.
“You can be both.”
“What other choice names do you have for me?” I shooed her into the bedroom first, then let the door close behind us.
“None that I’ll say out loud.” She hurried to the bathroom as I stripped.
I strode in behind her as she brushed her teeth. Longing flared inside me. She was so close, but unwilling to give me what we both needed. I wanted to hug her, to press my lips to the lightly pulsing vein at her throat. When I’d come up with my plan to keep her, I’d assumed she’d realize she belonged with me after a short adjustment period. The look she gave me in the mirror told me the adjustment period would be quite a bit longer than I’d anticipated.
“Any chance you’ll get naked with me tonight?”
Her crinkled nose told me her answer, though her gaze strayed down my bare chest. My cock expressed its interest, hardening as I stared at her in the mirror.
She tossed her blond locks over one shoulder, then rinsed her mouth and marched into her closet. Fucking pajamas.
“What would it take to get you naked in my arms?” I didn’t work this way, never showed my hand in negotiations. But the words had just spilled out, desire short-circuiting the logic that ruled my life. Impulse—the naked need to feel her, all of her—had exerted its power over me.
She popped her head out of the closet. “You want a deal?” Her eyes narrowed on me, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel in control.
She kept surprising me. Her mortification at the dinner table had drained away, and in its place, cold calculation had taken over. Fuck if it wasn’t hot. But I couldn’t give in. She was an amateur dabbling in an area I’d mastered. Control.
“No.” I shrugged. “I just figured it was about time for you to give in to what you really want.”
“I’ll have to pass.” She disappeared into her closet.
The word “fuck” repeated in a profane litany inside my skull. I stalked past her closet door. One look inside, and I froze. She wore nothing but a pair of lacy pink panties. Her hair hung down her back, the strands tickling her fair skin.
She glanced over her shoulder at me, a devilish look in her eye that had my cock begging me to do something about it. “You sure you don’t want a deal?”
“I…”
My words left as she spun around. Her perky nipples hardened as I watched. Holy fucking shit.
She shrugged, her tits giving a light bounce with the movement. “If you’re sure.” She grabbed her godforsaken t-shirt and lifted her arms to slide it on.
I shot forward and grabbed her wrists. Pressing her back against her dresser drawers, I groaned at the feel of her skin against mine.
“No deal, no touching.” She kicked her chin up at me.
I could have taken what I wanted, thrown her down and done everything I’d been fantasizing about. Only one word stopped me. Trust. Releasing her wrists, it took everything I had to back away from her.
She let out a shaking breath, her rosy nipples still pearled and in need of my touch. “So, the deal?”
“What do you want?” Did that desperation-soaked voice belong to me?
“This weekend in the city plus the Monday you already promised me.” She snatched her t-shirt and covered her breasts.
I leaned forward, placing one hand next to her head. Her body heat bled into the air between us. I wanted to taste it. Though I’d devoured her only a few hours before, I was already starved for her. “When did you cook this up? While you were drawing, on the way up the stairs, while you were brushing your teeth? When?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of you, and I still haven’t.”
“I thought you knew everything about me?” Her sass killed. I wanted to lick it from her lips.
“I do, but you have certain anomalies in your personality that mystify me.”
“Maybe you underestimate me?”
“Perhaps.”
“Now, about three days in the city. Deal?”
“That’s a big request.” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her lips.
“It’s worth it, don’t you think?” She dropped her shirt, her breasts on full display and so fucking close.
“Naked and kissing.” I’d fallen into the negotiation, egged on by the pert nipples taunting me.
“No.” She shook her head, making her tits shudder maddeningly again.
I groaned. “Kissing on the mouth and naked, and you can have the weekend and Monday.” My lust fog cleared for a sliver of a second, but it was enough. “And, to sweeten the deal, I’ll relay texts from you to your friends.”
Her eyes widened, and she clasped her fingers together. Bingo.
My deviousness knew no bounds, not when the prize was so spectacular. This idea was nothing other than a fucking stroke of evil genius. I’d get to touch her, kiss her, and she’d solve my little problem with her Scooby Doo pals.
“You get to hold me…” She frowned. “But no touching my breasts or below the belt, and—”
“What?” I needed to feel her, every last inch of skin. “I already know how your pussy feels when you come.”
Her frown deepened. “This deal doesn’t include groping. Just holding each other, and I’ll allow the kissing for tonight, but only if you give me three days in the city and contact with my friends.”
“Three days at my penthouse where you will sleep naked in my arms each night. Kissing for tonight, and I’ll relay messages. You aren’t touching a phone. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
She bit her lip. A surrogate for her thumb nail, no doubt. Was she wavering? Losing her at this point in the negotiation wasn’t an option.
I went for the hard sell. “Take it or leave it, but the offer is void the second I walk out of this closet.” Turning my back on her almost broke me in half, but I managed it and strode to the door.
“Deal.” When the word passed her lips, my entire body hummed with anticipation.
I stopped and returned my gaze to hers, hungry for everything coming my way. “Done. Now take your wet panties off.”
31
Camille
I’d waved the red flag in front of the bull and managed to win so much more than just the match. The thought of texting my friends almost erased the trepidation from my mind. But the way Sebastian looked at me—like a ravenous wolf—overrode that brief joy.
“Do it slowly.” He leaned against the doorframe to my closet, his hard cock on full display.
“Not part of the deal.” I slid my shaking fingers along the sides of my panties and shucked them off. When I stood, he drank me in, his gaze licking my flesh with a heat that threatened to burn me where I stood. I hated how wet I was, but there was no way to hide it. Not anymore.
“Get in bed. Now.” Any hesitation he’d shown earlier was gone. His usual intensity was back, but magnified a hundred-fold. What had I gotten myself into?
He backed away from the door, giving me just enough room to shimmy by. I hurried away from him, but he stayed on my heels and slapped the light off in the bathroom. Leaning over, I ripped the sheets back.
“Fucking hell.” He smoothed his palm down my back, but stopped just above my ass.
I scooted away from him and lay down, pulling the covers up. He followed, sliding into bed right next to me and wrapping me in his arms.
“Sebasti—”
His mouth met mine, cutting off the ground rules I intended to repeat. His tongue set off a chain reaction of desire as it coaxed mine into action. Sebastian didn’t just kiss, he overwhelmed. My eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers into my hair and pulled. He slanted his mouth over mine as he flattened his other hand against my back and pressed me closer.
I’d been kissed plenty of times. Link had shoved his tongue down my throat more times than I could count. But I’d never been truly, deeply, passionately kissed until Sebastian’s lips had met mine that very first time. Every stroke from his tongue, each nip from his teeth—it all coalesced into the most potent drug, and I became powerless to resist.
I could blow the deal, resist him and tell him it needed to stop. Because it did. Because I was losing myself in the passion of his kiss and the feel of his hands on me. He’d asked me to pretend. And I had. But at that moment, I wasn’t pretending. I didn’t have to. I wrapped my arms around him and ran one hand through his hair. I couldn’t even lie to myself and say I did it because I had to. I did it because I wanted to feel him, and because it felt better than anything I’d ever experienced. I was lost, spinning in the dark.
When he groaned into my mouth, a shock of delicious arousal skittered down my body and twisted between my legs. I bit his bottom lip. He answered by sliding his thigh between mine, his cock resting against my hip. So hard.
I pulled away. “That’s not part of the deal.”
“I believe it is. If you recall.” He yanked my hair, the slight sting adding to the raucous flood of arousal that pulsed through me. “You said that my hands couldn’t touch you below the belt. I’m not using my hands.” He darted his tongue along my lips and rubbed his thigh against my wet pussy. “So fucking wet.” He flipped me, then settled on top of me, his cock against my thigh as his lips found mine again.
I dug my nails into his back as he rested one palm at my throat and continued taking my breath away with his wicked tongue. He stole the protest from my lips and continued rubbing his thigh against me. When he slid against my clit just right, I moaned, unable to keep it locked inside anymore.
“Tell me I can taste you again.” He dropped kisses along my jawline.
“Not part of the deal.”
“Fuck the deal,” he growled and claimed my mouth again.
We kissed until his mouth became my only reference, the only thing I wanted.
He pulled away and stared into my eyes. “Tell me I can taste you again.” The demand in his voice spoke to the darkest part of me. I moved my hips against him, grinding on his leg and wishing his cock was deep inside me.
His grip tightened on my hair. “Tell me.”
“No.”
He roared and dove back to my lips, his drugging kiss sending me even higher as I shamelessly rubbed my pussy on him.
I ran my hands down to his ass and dug my nails into the muscle.
His guttural roar passed my lips. “Let me.” His wild eyes met mine, and I wanted to give in, to break and let him have what he wanted, and more. All of me.
But the weight of the chain on my ankle wouldn’t let me. The invisible shackles on my wrist told me it couldn’t happen. None of this was real. Tears pricked at my eyes, and the fire inside me flickered and died.
“No.”
His brow wrinkled and he kissed me again, then stopped when I didn’t kiss back. “Why?” He released the grip on my hair and ran his hand along my cheek, all softness, though desire still lit his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.” A tear escaped
and he swiped it away as he moved off me and pulled me into his chest.
“Where?” Genuine concern colored his question.
The tears came in a torrent. “Everywhere.”
“Shhh.” He hugged me close as I cried.
“You stole everything from me.” I sobbed, but instead of fighting him, I clutched him tighter. “Everything.”
He didn’t respond, just stroked my hair and held me as I fell apart. I cried until my ribs ached and my tears streaked onto his chest.
When I quieted, he smoothed the hair from my face and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry.”
I withdrew and wrapped my arms around myself. “No you aren’t. If you were sorry, you’d let me go.”
“I can’t.” He sighed.
“You’re afraid I’ll tell?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t think I can live without you.”
The words would have warmed me if they’d come from anyone else. From him, they were cold prison bars.
“Why?” I sniffled.
“I don’t know.” He pulled the sheet up and tucked it around me. “Ever since that dance, you’ve been embedded deep inside me, in places I didn’t even know existed. I didn’t know what to do about it at first, but then it hit me. I needed you.”
I pressed my forehead to his pec. “You know what most people do when they develop a crush?”
“It’s not a crush.”
I ignored him. “When normal people have a crush, they ask the crushee on a date. Did that ever occur to you?”
“It did, but you were with that halfwit. And asking for a date wasn’t—I don’t know—enough.”
“So kidnapping was your only option?”
“It made the most sense.”
“Only for you.” I leaned away and glared at him. “Why couldn’t you think about me?”
He furrowed his brow. “You’re all I think about.”
“Does that seem healthy to you?”
He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. I knew it then, and I know it now. You belong with me.”