Little Black Box Set (The Black Trilogy)

by Tabatha Vargo

  She’d died.

  I’d watched her die, but after hours of surgery, she was somewhere in the building behind me and she was breathing.

  Awake.

  Alive.

  I’d forever be grateful.

  Forever.

  My knees were stiff and my legs tingled when Mac pulled me to my feet. My hands were covered in dry, cracked blood when I looked down at them and I quickly tried to wipe her blood from my skin.

  The sterile smells of the hospital stung my nose when I went through the automatic doors. Nurses looked at me like I was crazed, but I stared ahead—on a mission to get to her. The elevator ride started out quiet with only Mac’s heavy breathing at my side.

  “I can’t stay long,” Mac said at my side. “It won’t be long until they’re here for me.”

  I couldn’t speak, but I looked over at him and waited for him to explain.

  “The police.” He cleared his throat and his steely eyes connected with mine. “I blew his fucking brains out for you, Black. Just like you asked.” And then the side of his mouth lifted in a self-deprecating grin. “Sorry about your office, by the way. It’s a fucking mess.”

  Anthony was gone.

  Dead.

  Blown to bits on every square inch of my office.

  And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  “You’ll be out before the judge lifts the gavel. Don’t worry about a thing. I got you.”

  And I did.

  Mac wouldn’t serve time in prison. If it took every dime I had to grease the palms of every dirty politician or judge, he’d be a free man.

  He nodded, his trusting eyes moving over my face and accepting my words.

  When the elevator doors opened, I stepped onto the intensive care floor unsure of what I’d find.

  I walked the long hallway to her room—the green mile—a man walking to his death. Because if something happened to her, I’d resigned myself to that.

  Death.

  Without her, there was no me.

  When I stepped through the door, everything else faded away. There she was—lying in bed with her eyes closed. Her skin looked thin and pale—the only color was the vibrant strands of red hair against her colorless cheeks.

  I swallowed, the air suddenly feeling too thick again.

  Moving into the room, I couldn’t look away from her. I recorded every part of her to memory. The lift of her chest as she took a breath. The curve of her cheeks. The dip of her neck. I memorized her and took her essence into me.

  I’d almost lost her.

  I could still lose her.

  And then she opened her lids and her mossy eyes connected with mine.

  Tears choked me, trapping her name in the back of my throat as I moved over her and held her slender shoulders close to me.

  Leaning back, I cupped her cheeks in my palms and let myself believe what I was seeing.

  She was alive.

  Her eyes open.

  Her heart still beating.

  I closed my eyes and listened to the monitor—each beep another beat of her heart—and I finally let the tears that had been shocked out of me hours before slide down my cheeks.

  “You’re alive.” The words struggled over my tongue, cracked and broken.

  “I’m alive.”

  My eyes moved over her face, down her neck, over her chest, until my focus was on her stomach. Nausea swept over me.

  Our baby.

  Gone.

  No way had our baby survived.

  “The baby?” I asked, letting my palm rest on top of her stomach.

  Closing my eyes, another tear slipped down my cheek.

  I’d never thought about having children, but now, it was what I wanted. I wanted to be a father. A good one. I wanted to see Rosslyn grow large with the only good thing I could ever produce.

  I wanted our child.

  A sob broke through my lips and I leaned over her, pressing my cheek to her stomach where our child had once been. Growing. Growing. Gone in the blink of an eye.

  “Shhh.” Her fingers sifted through my hair. “Just listen, Sebastian.”

  So I did.

  And what I heard was the most miraculous thing. The beeping of Rosslyn’s heart was hard and strong, and the other beeping, the one that didn’t match hers, was beeping just as strong.

  “Is that?” I asked, not sure I was willing to believe we could be so lucky.

  “It’s the baby’s heartbeat. It’s okay.”

  Our baby.

  Alive.

  Okay.

  My knees weakened and I collapsed as more emotion than I’d felt in my life slammed into me.

  Joy.

  Relief.

  There were so many feelings it was overwhelming. Tears rushed down my cheeks and a broken sob broke from my lips.

  I didn’t care who saw it. I didn’t care about anything but the fact that my love was alive and that our baby had also somehow managed to survive. Our baby was a fighter. Just like its mother.

  As careful as possible, I leaned down and kissed my Rosslyn.

  My life.

  My world.

  And after spending so much time thinking I’d never breathe again, I closed my eyes, and I breathed deep.

  “I’M GOING TO LICK AND suck your sweet pussy all night long, baby,” Sebastian said before dragging his tongue up my thigh. “It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you.”

  My body tensed, my head pressing back into the pillow, as he continued to nibble at my body.

  Sex was a rare occurrence these days, and when we did get some time to be together, it was usually a quick dirty fuck, as Sebastian liked to call it.

  Things in our life were growing, to say the least. With Clive’s being labeled as New York’s hottest and Jessica’s opening new locations in California and Paris, we were always on the move. Not to mention, Sebastian had bought two new buildings and was considering opening another business.

  As for me, I volunteered as much as I could, but my new job as a mom took up all of my time. I promised myself I’d never hire a nanny or any such nonsense, so most days were spent with me and the little one discovering the world around us. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  Opening my eyes, I let my vision linger over our new master suite. The sleek gray and white décor gave the room a soft feel. I loved it. I’d never thought in a million years I’d live in such luxury. We’d moved out of the condo not long after Anthony decided to try and kill me. Sebastian and I bought a beautiful brownstone. We left behind the flashy condos and settled into a family home. It was amazing.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Just like that.”

  With my fingers in his hair, I guided his head to where I ached for him. I could hardly wait to feel his tongue against my sensitive flesh.

  He groaned, the sound vibrating against my leg and sending shockwaves over my clit. Lifting my hips, I begged him with my body.

  I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without feeling him in some way, shape, or form. Our recent stint without sex had lasted almost a week. With Kyle visiting from school and car shopping with Sebastian—there was always something.

  “Just forget it. Come up here. I need you inside me.” I clawed at his shoulders, deciding I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore.

  He moved up my body, a satisfied grin on his face.

  “Does my wife have needs?” he asked, his lips skimming mine as he adjusted himself between my thighs.

  His tip pressed against my opening, and I thrust my hips to take him into me.

  “Yes. Don’t tease me, Sebastian. I want you.”

  “Mmmm.” He nibbled my bottom lip. “I love it when you beg for my cock.”

  I was definitely begging.

  Already, I was dripping for him. My body aching with need and my muscles so stiff with desire I thought I’d snap if he didn’t fill me soon.

  He adjusted his hips once again, the tip of his rock hard cock pressing inside and spreading me.

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sp; “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Rosslyn. Is that what you want, dirty girl? Do you want to be fucked?”

  I nodded, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Yes.”

  And he pressed harder, almost slipping into me. Just as I was beginning to feel relief, a knock sounded at our bedroom door and Sebastian paused with wide eyes.

  “Daddy?” Ariel’s voice echoed through the door.

  Letting out a breath, Sebastian buried his head between my neck and shoulder and chuckled. I joined in. It was either laugh or cry, and at this point, I could do either.

  “Yes, Mermaid?” Sebastian called out with a grin. He pulled away from my body, slid from the bed, and pulled on his shorts.

  I covered myself with the sheet and smiled up at him.

  “I’m scared. I heard a noise in my closet.”

  Leaning over me, he planted a soft kiss on my lips before going to the door and opening it. Standing there, in her Little Mermaid nightgown, our daughter stared up at her daddy with stars in her eyes.

  Her hair was red like mine, her eyes also green, but when it came to personality, she was all Sebastian.

  Headstrong.

  Confident.

  Beautiful.

  With her daddy wrapped so tightly around her three-year-old finger.

  “What’s wrong, angel?” Sebastian said as he lifted her in his arms and they started back toward her room.

  I lay there, staring up at the ceiling above our bed and smiled to myself.

  Life was perfection.

  I was married to the man of my dreams, who loved me unconditionally. I had a daughter who was daddy’s little princess, my brother was taking the art world by storm, and I had a little secret growing in my stomach that I secretly hoped was a son.

  After ten minutes, Sebastian hadn’t returned. I wrapped the sheet around myself and crept down the hallway to Ariel’s room. Standing just outside her door, I listened.

  “But there’s a boogeyman in my closet. I heard him growling.” Ariel’s sweet voice sounded.

  Sebastian chuckled. “There’s no such thing as the boogeyman, Mermaid. And if there were, no boogeyman would dare mess with a princess with her beastly daddy just down the hall. Daddy would never let anything happen to you. You know that, right?”

  “But … but, Daddy, Uncle Mac says he’s the beast. “

  Mac was another one that Ariel seemed to have wrapped around her tiny finger. The men didn’t stand a chance with her angelic face and sweet scarlet curls.

  “No. Uncle Mac just looks like a beast. He’s really a big teddy bear. Ask Mommy.”

  Ariel giggled and my heart warmed.

  Sebastian had definitely stepped up to the plate when it came to being a father. I was afraid for him. He’d panicked so much, thinking that he’d be a terrible father, but that wasn’t the case at all.

  I could still remember the crazed look in his eyes when I was in labor. He’d been so helpless, begging the doctor to take my pain away.

  Silly man.

  I loved him so much.

  “You’re funny, Daddy.”

  “And you’re silly, Mermaid.” I heard him adjust himself on her tiny princess bed, the mattress shifting beneath him. “Now, are you ready to get some sleep?”

  “Will you leave my nightlight on?”

  “Yes, baby, Daddy will leave your nightlight on.”

  “Okay, good night. I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you, too, Mermaid.”

  I crept back to our room and climbed into bed before Sebastian came back.

  Closing the door behind him, he grinned over at me.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t heard their sweet conversation.

  “Everything’s perfect.” He crept over to the bed, untying his shorts and letting them drop to the floor at his feet. “Now, where were we?”

  “I think we were just about to play.” I smirked.

  His eyes lit up, his cock growing hard again.

  “That’s right. Let’s play.” He climbed over me, his wide shoulders blocking out the lighting and his hips pressing into me. He grinned down at me and then his lips were at my ear. “Sebastian says ….”

  Little

  BLACK

  Beginning

  A LITTLE BLACK BOOK PREQUEL

  New York Times Bestselling Authors

  Melissa Andrea

  Tabatha Vargo

  Little Black Beginning

  Copyright © 2017 by Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea

  All Rights Reserved. Printed in the United States of America.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any hat manor whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events or real people are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Little Black Beginning/Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea

  Editing services provided by Editing4Indies

  Cover Art by Romantic Book Affairs

  To all the Sebastian Black lovers- this is for YOU!

  LITTLE BLACK BEGINNING

  My name’s Sebastian, and this is my story.

  It’s not a love story or a sweet fairy tale. It’s the story of how I became dark and broken. Of how innocence was stained with unforgiving sin, and sex became my weapon. This is the story of me, and how I became BLACK.

  PROLOGUE

  TWEETY HAS AN EXCEPTIONALLY TIGHT TWAT for twenty-five.

  Try saying that five times fast.

  Those were my thoughts as she lowered herself onto my cock.

  A tiny chirping noise rolled from her lips as she buried me to the hilt and pleasure stole her expression.

  The tweeting noise she made when she came was what sparked my nickname for her. That, and the slight speech impediment she had.

  Something about the way she pronounced all TH words as if the H didn’t exist reminded me of how Tweety Bird talked.

  My name wasn’t Sylvester, but Sebastian was close enough. And unlike the cartoon I so lovingly watched as a child, I caught this little bird. I’d even eaten her a time or two.

  Tweety was my number three these days, running close behind Rainbow Brite, who had pink highlights and sucked a mean blow job, and Strawberry Shortcake, who literally tasted like strawberries.

  What could I say?

  I was having a nostalgic year when it came to naming my girls.

  My way of doing things was fucked up. I was aware of that, but I refused to get close to any woman. And as far as I was concerned, knowing their real names was the first step.

  I wasn’t always this guy.

  I wasn’t always the asshole who named women after cartoon characters and kept them as pets until they bored me.

  In my defense, they made it easy for me. Apparently, all you needed these days was dark hair and light eyes to make a woman agree to anything for a chunk of change in their checking account.

  Luckily for me, I had both.

  Looks and a massive chunk of change to give.

  Because of that, my little black book was full of female cartoon characters ready and willing to meet my needs whenever I called. And I called constantly, sampling their goods every chance I got without the worry of becoming attached.

  It was a good way to live.

  Once Tweety unloaded the stress I was carrying in my sack, we said our goodbyes. Leaving the five-star hotel where I conducted my affairs, I waited just outside for my car to be brought around.

  That was when I saw her.

  She was crossing the street, her arm locked in the arm of another man … a man I knew was her husband.

  She’d aged over the years, her face wrinkled with time, and gravity tugged on the body I’d once worshipped.

  She was the woman who made me a man. Sh
e showed me the things the female body was capable of before turning my warm, naïve heart into cold stone.

  Our relationship had been fucked up in every sense of the word. It had been wrong in all ways possible, but at the time, I hadn’t seen it that way.

  It was sick.

  It was broken.

  It was black … just like I was.

  I’d wanted her from the moment I stepped foot into her home, but I was just too young to understand my desires. Yet she took every chance she got to seduce my immature brain and starving body with her sweet words and calculated touches.

  If I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to the memories I had tucked away, I could still remember the way her skilled hands had moved down my chest. I could still feel the sting of her red fingernails digging into my flesh.

  “I want to be your first, Sebastian,” she’d whispered to me before moving her hips and shattering everything I thought I knew about women.

  She was indeed my first—taking my virginity and leaving behind a black hole I’d never been able to fill.

  Lust.

  Heartbreak.

  Murder.

  That was my life, and she was the trigger that fired the first round.

  I watched until she and her husband disappeared from my sight, but the damage had been done. Memories stiffened my spine, reminding me of my goals.

  Business.

  Pleasure.

  All with a blatant refusal to love or have a connection with anyone or anything.

  That was until Jessica Rabbit stepped into my life.

  This was the story that brought me to her.

  The story of becoming broken.

  The story of how life’s darkest moments transformed Sebastian Stephens, marking his soul and dragging him into the depths of hell.

  This was how I became the man I was today.

  This was how I became Sebastian Black.

  PART ONE

  Before the Darkness

  Sebastian Stephens

  ONE

  CARTOONS—COLORFUL FLASHES OF HAPPINESS on the screen in front of me.