Taming Sebastian (Sawson's Royal College Book 2)

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by Bella Anthony


  “Put me down!” I shout. But he doesn’t. Instead, he flings me over his shoulder and onto his front. My heart beats unbelievably quick. I’m at eye level with him but he’s not looking into my eyes, he’s staring intently at my lips.

  How did my night go from drooling over Khal Drogo to drooling over Sebastian Carter?

  “I need to make sure she’s okay!”

  “Okay listen - you and I both know that Jax,” he points towards Sel’s room, “is borderline unhealthily obsessed with your friend.”

  “Best friend!” I interrupt with my stupid comment.

  “Okay. So, knowing this, let them try to fix what they have. Don’t you want that?” I can’t deny that he’s right. One thing I know for a fact is that he loves her. Besides, Selena isn’t like me. She’s strong and if she doesn’t want him there, she’d make sure he leaves.

  “Fine, but you can go now.” I say as the heat of his body engulfs mine.

  He chuckles in response. “Ah no, Jax told me to wait in case she kicks him out. He wouldn’t want to be alone afterward.”

  I squint my eyes at him. Jax? Not wanting to be alone? That guy’s motto is all about being alone. But then why do I pretend like I believe him?

  “Fine. You can put me down now.” I whisper.

  His eyes are still fixated on my lips. I try to wiggle out of his hold, but he tightens his grip. He holds me around the waist with one arm as the other drifts to my cheek and caresses it softly.

  “What’s your name?” He whispers sensually. The room becomes warmer and my body shivers in response to his evident desire.

  “I-Isabel.” Damn it, I’m back to the fourteen-year-old whimpering me. Get a grasp on yourself, Isa!

  “Isabel.” He says softly, my name rolling off of his tongue beautifully.

  “Do you know who I am, Isabel?” He moves and sits on the bed, me still wrapped around him. I should move away but I can’t help but be in this moment with him. It’s too powerful. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me and after all my dreams and fantasies about him, I don’t stop his fingers from caressing my bare arms. He moves his other arm to the nape of my neck and starts stroking it softly, causing goosebumps to rise under the trail of his fingers. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. He pulls me closer and I tremble when I feel his arousal against me.

  A gasp escapes me when his lips touch mine and I shudder from the profound impact. He adds more pressure on my lips and immediately forces my mouth into submission by invading it with his tongue. I like kissing. Hell, I’ve kissed many guys, but I’ve never had a reaction like this.

  I yank his hat off to tangle my hands in his long locks which I’ve done countless times in my fantasies. Abruptly, the kiss turns from slow and soft to hard and rough. I pull at his hair as I devour him. I kiss him like I’ve always wanted to kiss him. He groans when I bite his lip and he bites mine back even harder. He tugs my hair to the side, changing the angle of our kiss, giving himself more room to play with. Grabbing my ass in both hands, he lifts me before pulling me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, getting as close as possible. I kiss him desperately. I kiss him like he’s the first breath of fresh air I’ve had in years, and as our tongues touch, it feels like he really is.

  Our tongues war with one another as we salve at each other’s taste. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and grunts before sucking my bottom lip, tasting it. He tugs at the knot of my robe but then I remember why he’s here, that he’s a manwhore, and I refuse to be a forgettable one-night-stand. He’s also best friends with the asshole who broke Selena’s heart.

  I pull myself off of him so quickly, that I fall on the floor, straight on my ass. I’m breathing heavily as I shift backward, creating as much space between us as possible.

  “Now, why would you do that Isabel? You hurt the ass I just decided is too precious to hurt. Come here, I’ll make it better.” He stands up.

  “No.” I hold my palms up to stop his advance.

  “No?” He asks, looking at me confused.

  “What?” I laugh. “Has no one ever told you no before?”

  He approaches me again with a look of determination on his face.

  “I want you, Isabel. And after that kiss, fuck, that kiss, after that - I know you want me too.”

  Despite my body’s reaction, despite my body’s pleading to let him do what he says, I stand and rush to the corner.

  “No, Sebastian.”

  “Why?” He clenches his fists as though he can hardly stop himself from grabbing me again.

  “You’re the enemy!”

  “The enemy?” He looks at me as if I’m crazy.

  “Yes, your best friend is the enemy, which makes you the enemy by default.”

  He laughs whole-heartedly. “Fine Isabel, I’m the enemy. So, let’s fuck and make peace.” He walks to me again and considering the small size of my room, this time he reaches me. Grabbing my waist, he hauls me to him and looks down at me.

  “Hey Sebastian.” I whisper and go on my tiptoes so that I’m inches from his lips.

  He swallows heavily and stares at me as I rake my hands down his back and to his ass, squeezing it once. I lean into his ear and skim my lips lightly on his earlobe.

  “We aren’t having sex. So, if that’s why you’re staying, then get out.” I whisper and push him away to sit on my bed. He doesn’t turn around for a few seconds and takes three deep breaths and I smile in satisfaction knowing I affected him so. Yeah, so I just teased him. So what? He’s been teasing me for the past two years… unknowingly so, but still!

  He turns around and looks at me accusingly. “You’re a vixen. You can’t ‘Hey Sebastian’ me then walk away.” He says incredulously, using a fake high-pitched voice when imitating me.

  I fold over in laughter. “Please tell me that’s not how I sound!”

  “I’m still angry at you.” He says, pouting and folding his arms.

  “Oh, no. Is the infamous player Sebastian Carter being a sore loser because he wasn’t able to get into a girl’s panties?” I say in between escaped giggles.

  He smirks in response and looks at me with a smug expression.

  “Why are you all cocky again?” I ask.

  “So, you do know about me.”

  “Uh, no I don’t.” I roll my eyes.

  “Sure, you do. But it’s okay, you can continue playing hard to get. It just makes me harder for you.”

  “Yeah, well apparently everyone makes you hard.”

  “Are you jealous, angel? If it makes you feel better, no one’s ever resembled an angel to me, not even close.” He sits beside me in bed. I want to laugh in response, but when I look at him, I see his completely serious, yet confused expression.

  Despite warming at his words, I cross my arms. “Still not sleeping with you Carter.”

  “Fine, I’ll get there anyways.”

  “Wh-?” Before I can continue, he interrupts.

  “What are you watching?” He points at my laptop.

  “First,” I say, “you aren’t ‘getting there’ as you stated, and secondly, Game of Thrones.”

  “First,” he copies, “I will. I told you I’m a man who knows what he wants, and I want you, but I’ll let you think otherwise for now. Second, since my friend, aka the enemy, aka the reason why I’m not going to get laid, is dating your best friend, I’ll watch your show with you.”

  “What? No, I didn’t invite you.” He ignores me as he settles backward on my bed.

  “Come on, just one episode. If Jax isn’t out by then, I’ll leave.”

  “Fine.” I huff despite being secretly happy. What’s wrong with me?

  I lean back and before I can put the laptop on my lap, he puts it on his. I realize it’s so I need to lean into him. I roll my eyes.

  “Carter.”

  “Hey!” He says while trying to hide his smile. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman here. You know, redeeming the enemy and all.”

  “Yeah, whatever.”

>   I lie down and he immediately tries to put his arms around me.

  “Carter!” I say, slapping his chest.

  “Come on! You don’t even want my arm around you? Are you sure you’re not a nun?”

  “If it means you’d leave me alone, then sure, I’m a nun.”

  “Bullshit, the way you were attacking my mouth is definitely non-nun behavior. Have we hooked up before? Cause the way you were kissing me felt like you’ve been missing me for years, angel.”

  I blush immediately and look down. How embarrassing is this? To be told that it’s obvious I’ve been salivating for him.

  “Hey,” he says more seriously, lifting my chin, “I just meant it was a good kiss, real good. Besides, if we hooked up before, I would’ve absolutely remembered you. You’re not a face I could forget.”

  I nod in response then look down.

  “Now come on, I won’t touch you vixen, nun Isabel.”

  I lay down beside him and try to be as normal as possible. He presses play and we watch, but of course, all I’m concentrating on is how close he is to me and how my body hasn’t stopped its internal dancing.

  “Who’s he?” Sebastian asks.

  “Oh,” I smile, “Khal Drogo.” I look up at him and see him frowning at the screen.

  “What? You find him hot or something? What’s up with that smile?”

  “Umm, have you seen him, he’s gorgeous!”

  Sebastian tilts his head to analyze Khal Drogo’s looks. Seriously though, no human would find a fault in Mr. Drogo.

  “His hair is black.”

  “Yep.” Where’s he going with this?

  “His eyes are brown, he’s tanned as fuck.”

  “Uhh, yeah I can see that.”

  “And I’m blonde with hazel eyes. Is that why you won’t sleep with me?” He asks with mock anger, and I laugh in response.

  “Because you know,” he puts the laptop on the floor and pulls me towards him so that we’re both on our sides, facing each other, “I could dress up like him. He doesn’t even speak, he just grunts. Do you want me to grunt? Cause I would grunt for you.”

  “Please do, it’s every girl’s dream.” I say sarcastically after composing myself, a smile still on my face. He looks at me for a few seconds and I look back at him. After a silent moment, he actually grunts. No joke, grunts Khal Drogo style, and tears leak out of my eyes from my unrelenting laughter. He grunts over and over until I slap his chest.

  “God! Sebastian, stop!” I say between my laughs. I eventually calm down and look up. I’m surprised to see him looking down at me, smiling genuinely. I smile back as he pushes hair off my face.

  I smack his chest before this goes any further and pull the laptop between us. He places it on his lap, and this time, when he puts his arm around me, I let him. He presses play and we watch episode after episode. He’s annoying to watch shows with, but his narrations turn Game of Thrones from a fantasy drama to a comedy. We continue watching until I close my eyes and fall asleep.

  I wake up the next morning under the covers, with my laptop on the desk opposite to my bed. I look around and reach out to where Sebastian was sleeping. It’s still warm. I go to the living room and see that it’s empty. He’s gone.

  Chapter 2

  I get dressed and grab my books to head to campus. In the living room, I see Selena lying down on top of Jax as he looks down at her. Wow, what I’d do for someone to look at me like that.

  “Hey guys,” I say smiling at them, “are we good again?”

  “Perfect.” Jax replies and pulls Selena closer into him, placing a kiss on her cheek.

  “I’m happy to hear that. But seriously, if you hurt her again, I will kill you.” I smile sweetly.

  Jax frowns at me and somehow manages to pull Selena even closer. She grins at me.

  “I won’t, never again.”

  “Never again.” She copies and moves up to kiss him better.

  I smile at their display of affection. They share a love so deep, I can’t help but feel jealous. I’m so happy she found her soulmate. Nothing feels better than seeing someone you love be this happy. I just hope one day someone looks at me the way Jax looks at her.

  On the way, my thoughts gravitate towards Sebastian and how much I want him.

  Should I give in to something I want? Should I sleep with him? I don’t want to be a forgetful one-night stand, but I’m not against sleeping with someone to satisfy a sexual need.

  This summer, I had a summer fling with a guy named Chad. It was purely physical, but it accompanied mutual respect and a good friendship. I don’t mind sleeping with someone for pleasure, but I demand respect and when I’m with a man, I better be all he wants in that moment. I want them to want me, Isabel Talen, and not merely a consenting female.

  I’ve never felt as alive as I did last night when our lips connected for the first time. I shiver at the memory and close my eyes. I wonder how he would feel inside of me, thrusting into me and I almost moan out loud in public. Although I’ve had sex before, kissing Sebastian was a more sensual experience than anything I’ve ever had.

  My body reacts to his, I dream of him taking me, kissing me, licking me. I guess I could quench my thirst for him. Succumb to my body’s desire. One thing is for sure, I’ll make sure he wants me as much as I want him first. I won’t be another faceless girl to him.

  But a part of me is afraid. Last night proved that Sebastian isn’t the sleazy guy I thought he was. He makes me laugh and I feel a fire when it comes to him. I’m worried I end up liking him. No, I’m sure that wouldn’t happen, right? Not when I know it’s just sex between us.

  Another week passes and my contemplation about sleeping with Sebastian was useless. I haven’t heard from him though I have seen him on campus. I was too chicken to approach, and he hasn’t approached me either. Our passion was so raw when we kissed, I thought for sure it was unique enough for him to seek me out again. I was wrong.

  I saw him twice this week. The first time, we were walking from opposite ends down a hallway and he was with two of his friends. I thought he might stop and say hi, stir up a conversation, but instead, he gave me the flirty grin he sends to all women, said “Hey” then continued walking past me. The second time, we were in the common area and I was studying. I could swear I felt his eyes on me the whole time, but I didn’t dare to check.

  I’m walking into the common area right now, and I see him sitting tables away. He’s laughing with his friends and I stare at his raw beauty. As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks up and our eyes meet.

  My steps halt.

  His eyes stay on mine for a few seconds before he tilts his head to the side and looks at me up and down. His features harden as he takes me in, his jaw clenching and fingers tightening on the cup he’s holding. His gaze feels like a caress on my skin and I suppress a sigh when his eyes meet mine again. He holds me captive with his stare and I’m unable to do anything but stand there and look back. Because although he’s meters away, this look feels tangible, it sends electricity through my body and quickens the beat of my heart.

  “Isabel! We’re here!” Tina’s voice breaks the trance I’m in. Shaking my head, I approach her and Gary.

  “Hey guys!” I hug them both. I met them in English lit and we immediately became close friends.

  I sit down between them and notice that they look sad. Tina is trying to tell me something with her eyes… something that I do not understand at all. “Is everything okay?”

  I’m facing Sebastian but ignore the burn of his stare. Why is he still looking anyways?

  “Chance cheated on me!” Gary bursts out in anger.

  “What? What an asshole!” Gary deserves so much better. He’s a sweetheart and is also maddeningly good looking with his dark complexion and bright eyes. Gary shakes his head, not knowing what to say.

  I take his hands in mine. “Look at me. You deserve so much better – you’re an amazing person and insanely hot. It’s his loss.”

  “T
hanks babe, I needed to hear that.”

  “Hey! I’ve been telling you that all weekend!” Tina interjects.

  “But you’re my best friend, you’re bound by laws to say that I’m hot, smart, and everything perfect in this world.” He responds, staring at her blandly. Tina responds with a sarcastic smile and flips him the bird. Gary blows her a kiss back as I laugh.

  “Well, are you okay?” I rub his back.

  He leans his head on my shoulder. “Well, yeah. It’s not like I was deeply in love with him. But it still hurt, bad.”

 

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