Taming Sebastian (Sawson's Royal College Book 2)

by Bella Anthony

“Fucking hell, how have I not fucked you in this uniform yet?” He takes off his shirt and my mouth waters. He knows what his body does to me, how its perfection leaves me breathless.

  He chuckles and grabs my ass and I remember why I’m here.

  “Wait, Seb.” I push him so he’s leaning on the back of the couch.

  “Yes?” He asks, stroking my thighs with his big hands.

  “I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Whatever it is, yes.” He responds immediately.

  “You don’t even know what I want!” I slap his chest and keep it there when I feel his fast-beating heart. I stroke the area back and forth, loving how worked up he gets in my presence.

  “Anything you want, it’s yours.” He says before latching on to my neck.

  “No, wait!” I push him back, this time harder.

  “My girl in her little cheerleading costume. Looking sweet, small and so fuckable. How did you come here?”

  “What?” I’m speechless. He legitimately looks like he’s in pain as he peruses me. “Umm, walking.” That causes his eyes to widen as he looks at me.

  “Never again. You are never again,” he says holding my face close to his, “walking home with that outfit, alone. You call me, or James. Actually, you look fucking amazing in every fucking thing you wear, so call James when I’m not around.” He looks annoyed.

  “Sebastian!” I gain his attention. “Can I ask you something?” I ask in all seriousness.

  “Fine, only if you tell me you’ll contact me if you need a ride home, especially in that.” He lifts my skirt. “Fucking hell, there’s like two inches between the bottom of this skirt and your pussy.”

  “Okay, fine, but Sebastian, can you listen for one second?” I demand. He finally realizes how serious I am.

  “Tell me.” He responds seriously.

  “Yes. So,” I look down nervously, “you said you’d give me anything I want … would you give me yourself?” I refuse to look up. Shit, this is not what Selena, Alayna, and I practiced!

  His hands on my thighs tighten. Still looking down, I continue my nervous babble. “I want you to be mine … exclusively and officially. I want you to be my boyfriend. I started this thing never expecting to feel so much for you because I do, oh god, I do Sebastian.” I look at him and hold his face between my palms. “So, I’m asking you, the untamable Sebastian Carter, to be mine.”

  He looks speechless with his mouth hanging open and his eyes anxious.

  “Sebastian?” My hands tremble on his face. He can’t possibly be saying no, can he?

  He shakes his head then clears his throat. His hands on my hips hold me tight, caging me in place. “Isabel, I – I, umm, it’s … just … fuck.” He releases, looking completely undone. His chest moves up and down as his breathing picks up.

  “S-Seb.” I repeat, pleading with my eyes for him not to break me.

  “God, I want to be! But-”

  “Oh my god, you’re saying no.” I interrupt, trying to get off his lap, but I can’t move from his grip.

  “No!” He shouts brokenly. “Listen to me!” He leans forward to wrap an arm around my waist, holding me in place as I try to pull myself from his hold. The other hand entangles in my hair so I look straight at him. “You’re mine, I am yours. I just need time … I have things I can’t control-”

  “Let me go, Sebastian!” Tears threaten to fall down my face.

  I push at his bare chest frantically, so he traps both hands behind my back.

  “Listen to me, Isabel!” He shouts wildly. “I will never let you go!”

  “You’re lying!” I kick out my legs. I need to leave. “You say you won’t let me go but won’t commit to me? I’m such an idiot! Let me go, Sebastian, now!” I shout at his face, unable to breathe. “I can’t breathe! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!” At my third desperate cry, he lets me go. I run to his bedroom and drag out the little suitcase I got when our dorm got broken into. Given the fact I sleep here often, I kept the clothes here. I reach into the drawer he gave me, and throw my clothes inside.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I ignore him and my copious amount of tears as I continue throwing everything in the bag. Suddenly, he’s by my side, yanking my clothes out of the bag and on the floor.

  “You’re not leaving me!” He shouts, picking up the suitcase and throwing it across the room so that all the clothes fall out.

  “You’re crazy if you think I’m staying!” I shout at his face.

  “For you! I’m crazy for you.” He shouts, holding my face in his hands.

  “Not enough, not enough to make me yours!”

  “You are fucking mine!” He leans down to kiss me. He yanks the top of my cheerleading uniform off before throwing me on his bed.

  “You’re fucking mine, do not doubt it, Isabel!” He shouts before leaning down and sucking hard at my neck, marking me, and it hurts, physically and emotionally.

  “Get off!” I shout, slapping his chest. He takes my hands and holds them on top of my head.

  “You’re mine, let me have you.” He leans down and kisses me savagely. I move my face to the side, and he kisses down my neck.

  “I deserve more!” I shout and truly put my body into pushing him off. He freezes at my statement and leans up to look at me.

  “I deserve a man who wants me as much I want him.” I yank my arms free. “I deserve a man who is proud to have me as his girlfriend.” I get off from under him. “I deserve someone who would do anything to have me as his and not someone who can’t commit. You said of course when someone asked you if you were single, and it hurt. It fucking hurt because there hasn’t been a second since we’ve met that I felt single. I deserve more! So even if you need more time or whatever, I say no. Because I refuse to be your fuck buddy when I see you as so much more. I won’t be in the grey area anymore. We’re either officially together or we’re nothing. And you chose nothing.” I grab my purse, proud that I drove him speechless. Still shirtless, I grab his t-shirt thrown on the couch and run out the door.

  I press the call button of the elevator maybe twenty times. “Come on, come on!” I beg as tears fall in heaps. I turn and see Sebastian standing at the entrance of his apartment shirtless. He yanks his hair in different directions. I pray that he stops me, but he doesn’t. The elevator doors open and taking one last look at the man I’ve fallen for, I turn and walk inside.

  Is it because I was too easy? Whore! My mother’s voice rings in my head. No! I will not think this way. I repeat positive affirmations but my insecurities poke through regardless.

  Ignoring my insecurities, I remind myself how far I’ve come. I won’t be anyone’s fuck buddy. Not even Sebastian Carter’s, even if he did make me feel like a queen for the first time in my life.

  Chapter 11

  I run out of his building wiping my eyes and bump into someone. Looking up, I see James. Even though it isn’t rational, I scowl at him and move to the side, but he holds my arms.

  “I’m sorry Isabel, Sebastian told me to drive you home.”

  “You can tell Sebastian to fuck off.” I say, before speed walking to my dorm.

  James trails me all the way and people stare at my disheveled state. I should’ve taken Sebastian’s car! That’s the least he owes me after stringing me along.

  Finally reaching the dorm, I fall on my bed, happy that I’m home alone tonight.

  God, it hurts! I rub my chest, praying for the ache to go away, but it doesn’t. Hurt and confused, I wonder why a man who seems hell-bent on keeping me, not want to label us? Why can he say I’m his, but not call me his girlfriend?

  Grabbing my purse, I pull out my phone and see a missed call and text from Selena.

  Selena: So, are you officially Mrs. Carter? Tell me, I’m dying to know!

  If I don’t reply, she’ll keep hounding me.

  Isabel: Hey! I’ll tell you tomorrow! We can have girl time after the soccer game :)

  I want to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I�
�m a ‘suffer in silence’ kind of girl, always have been. Wine would be amazing right now, but we don’t have any. Dammit. I give myself thirty minutes to cry then I’m going to the store and buying a bottle of wine… or two.

  Later that night, I wake up and realize I cried myself to sleep. Crap, it’s almost eleven at night now. Still craving a glass of wine and maybe lots of chocolate and sweets, I grab my purse and walk to the 24/7 store.

  Heading to the counter to pay, I spontaneously ask for cigarettes. It’s been years since I’ve had a cigarette, but I could use a distraction. Walking back, I pass Green Tree Park. I decide to sit and have a cigarette. Settling on a swing, I light the cigarette and the first inhale makes me cough miserably. I don’t feel any better, but at least it’s taking my mind off things.

  Once half my cigarette is gone, I hear steps behind me. I turn around but there’s no one there but I swear I heard someone.

  I want to ask if anyone is there, but I recall every horror movie and how every time someone asks that they end up dead. I stub out my cigarette and reach for my phone. Shit, where is it?! My bag truly does hold all my necessities, which makes it impossible to find anything quickly. I grab it and see that it ran out of battery.

  Okay, okay, it’s fine. It’s probably nothing.

  I get up and pretend I’m on the phone. “Hey. Just in the park, coming home now!” I pause for effect. “Yes, Green Tree Park! I should be home in ten.” I pause again. “Yes, Sebastian Carter, I’ll be there soon!” If anyone is actually there, I hope they feel threatened by the Carter name. I walk quickly, hearing faint noises from behind me. Turning around for the fourth time, I see a hooded figure with his hands in his pockets walking behind me. I freeze for one second and then I sprint.

  “Sebastian! Someone is following me in the park, call the cops! I’ll call them too!” I shout, hoping they buy it.

  I keep running and turn a corner, but as soon as I do, I’m grabbed by another body.

  “Help!” I shout. A large male figure pulls me to his chest, causing my legs to dangle off the floor. He slaps his hand on my mouth. I try kicking him, but the other hooded figure emerges and holds my legs. I bite the man’s hand and manage to scream before I’m thrown on the floor. I’m picked up again and slapped on the face. I’m shocked into silence. My cheek throbs. I’m pushed against the wall and a piece of cloth is shoved into my mouth. I fight hard, managing to kick one guy in the crotch. But then, the other one punches my stomach and jaw respectively and everything goes black.

  I wake up and my head is spinning. I moan out loud from the pain I’m in. I look up and absolute fear takes hold of me when I take in my surroundings. I’m in a large open space. Maybe a warehouse? It’s morning already and I shudder when I realize I’ve spent all night here. Two men took me, but they’re nowhere to be found. Who did this?!

  I’m tied to a wooden chair with a gag in my mouth. I try to free my hands and the rope burn brings tears to my eyes, but I keep going. I cry as the friction burns me, but I do think it’s becoming looser. I keep going at it for a while before I give up, unable to handle the pain. I try to stand, but I end up falling on the ground with my chair.

  “Well, you’re finally awake.” I hear from in front of me. I look up and see Jeremy. Why the hell would he do this?! He’s the one who bet Jax to take Selena’s virginity. And then it dawns on me … the incident with the cow blood, it wasn’t Jax’s parents like we all assumed, it was him, Jeremy.

  He yanks my chair upright. “I’m glad you’re finally awake. I didn’t think you had so many friends. I need you to tell me your passcode.” He waves my phone in front of my face. Apparently, they charged it. Why would they charge it?

  “N-no.” I respond.

  “Yes, you will Isabel. You know, I don’t get the fuss about Selena, I personally prefer small blondes.” He caresses the top of my breasts over the shirt I’m wearing.

  “Don’t touch me!” I shout, pulling away from him as much as I can.

  He tuts twice. “You see. I need to respond to some of these texts before they figure out I have you. And then I need to use it for … other reasons.”

  “Why are you doing this?” I ask.

  “Because I can.”

  I’m vibrating in fear. The look in his eyes is crazed and wild.

  “Now, what the fuck happened with you and Sebastian Carter? Why the hell did he call you sixty times already? I need you to tell me your passcode so I can text him and tell him to relax.”

  There’s no way I’m dragging anyone into this. “No fucking way.” As soon as I say those words, Jeremy goes rigid.

  “Okay, then.” With a smile, he grabs my throat and chokes me. I move my head side to side to dislodge him, but he continues until I see spots in front of my eyes. He lets me go and I wheeze as I take my first breath of air. He kicks my chair and I fall again, my head bangs on the floor and for the second time, everything goes black.

  I wake up coughing when I feel freezing water on my body. “Stop!” I scream.

  “Tell me your passcode!” Jeremy responds. I’m shivering from the cold water; my teeth are chattering.

  “No!” I shout. The soccer game should be soon, and Selena and Alayna will realize something’s wrong when I don’t show up.

  “Why are you doing this?” I scream out loud.

  “Tell me!” He pulls me up and ties me to an overhead pipe so that I’m standing up. With menacing eyes, he touches my inner thighs, threatening to do the act that only the most heinous men do. With that threat, I succumb.

  “Two, two, nine, four!” I shout and he laughs at my face.

  “Thank you.” He forces a pill in my mouth and moments later, I feel him carrying me to the chair before I pass out.

  I rouse into consciousness a while later and realize it’s no longer bright outside. I look up and find Selena tied to a chair and passed out. I call out her name a few times before she finally wakes up and looks at me. Thank god she’s nowhere near as hurt as me.

  Her eyes widen when takes me in. I feel the bruises and swelling on my face, I understand why she looks horrified.

  “Fuck, Isa!” She whispers, tears coating her eyes. “We need to get you out of here! Who did this?”

  Jeremy walks in from behind Selena and responds. “I can answer that.”

  “You fucking asshole!” Selena shouts, snarling at him. “You did this to her?”

  He laughs hysterically. “Oh yes, I did. She’s a feisty one. She wouldn’t have half the bruises if she told us her passcode earlier.”

  “Leave her alone!” Selena shouts. “I’m the one you want!”

  “Yes, you are. But I was told by my friend that you’re not to be harmed.”

  “What are you talking about?” She responds.

  “Hey, Selena.” We both turn and see Michael, the guy who’s been obsessed with Selena all year.

  I’m trying to keep up with what they’re saying, but I keep drifting in and out of consciousness. My head is pounding so hard, and for what seems like the millionth time, darkness takes over.

  “Wake up! Wake up, angel.”

  It feels so good to hear his voice. Wait, where is his voice coming from? Sebastian? I try to open my eyes, but they don’t comply.

  “I’ll kill him, dad. I’m going to fucking tear him limb by limb.”

  “Sebastian, you need to relax.”

  “She’s not waking up! Look what he did to her! Isabel, wake up right the fuck now! I need you, come on!”

  “S-Seb?” I manage to croak out.

  “Fuck. Yes, angel, I’m here, come to me. Follow my voice. Let me see those beautiful green eyes.” I feel myself being lifted, put against something, someone… who feels amazing. I moan out loud as comfort surrounds me.

  “I actually think he’s helping.” An unfamiliar female voice says.

  I snuggle into the warmth that’s bringing life into my body. I feel familiar fingers trace my face.

  “Seb?” I moan out loud.

 
; “I’m here, I’m here. I have you, open those eyes.”

  My eyes open slowly.

  I’m in Sebastian’s arms in an ambulance. He’s sitting on the gurney and holding me tight to him. He looks destroyed. His hair is sticking out in disarray, his eyes are furious, and his body is vibrating.

  We’re free. Tears fall on my face as the realization kicks in.

  “Selena?” I choke out.

  “She’s safe, she’s with Jax in another ambulance.”

  I take in three deep breaths and Sebastian hands me a glass of water. I down two cups before I’m satisfied.

  I’m safe. The nightmare is over. I burst out crying.

  “Oh, god.” I cry out loud, holding on to him.

  “I got you. I got you.” He whispers in my ear. “I failed you. I never knew that a threat existed. But I promise you, I will get revenge. I will do to him what he’s done to you, but so much worse. I’ve got you, Isabel, and no one, unless they have a death wish, will ever hurt you again. Mark my words Isabel, I will destroy him.”

  It might be wrong, but his words soothe me. His passionate, possessive, and vindictive words flow through me, calming me down. He promises to take care of me, and I need that. At least right now, I need it.

  “Look what he did to this beautiful face.” He whispers and a second later he goes rigid. “Isabel did he… touch you in-” I immediately know he means sexually.

  “N-no. He threatened to, but I gave up my passcode.” I recall the events which took place.

  “Do you need me to call anyone? Your parents?”