Taming Sebastian (Sawson's Royal College Book 2)

by Bella Anthony

  “You’d rather have no love at all than to give it a second chance? The risk is worth the love Isa.”

  “He lied to me, the whole time.”

  “There you go!” The waiter interrupts and hands us our beers.

  We smile and I give him a thumbs up to say thank you. He frowns and shakes his head as if we’re crazy.

  “Rumor has it that you and your girl aren’t together anymore.” Misty… freaking Misty.

  “You heard wrong.” Sebastian responds. “Get the fuck off!” He says angrily and I’m unable to help myself when I say, “bitch”, a little too loud.

  “What the fuck?” I see Misty looking over their booth at us. “Isabel?”

  Oh shit.

  “Abort mission!” Selena says in my ear. I stand up but as soon as we turn, we see Sebastian and Jax standing there, with their arms crossed.

  “Hi, baby!” Selena smiles and rushes to Jax who shakes his head.

  In contrast, Sebastian stands there with a smile staring at me. I look down in embarrassment.

  “Don’t ‘hi baby’ me. Don’t you trust me?” Jax asks Selena. The last thing I want is for them to fight over something that is my fault.

  “N-no. She does. She came for me.” Selena beams at me, thanking me with her eyes for telling him the truth.

  “This date’s over.” Sebastian declares, not wavering his eyes from mine.

  “What the hell was this date?” Misty curses while the other girl rolls her eyes and walks away. “I won’t pay! It wasn’t a date.”

  “It’s been an hour and a half. We’ll pay the bill. It’s a date.” Jax says.

  Sebastian doesn’t acknowledge Jax’s words. He just watches me, looks at me heatedly. It’s the same look he gives me when I’m naked.

  Approaching, he caresses my cheeks softly and my eyes flutter shut. Being deprived of his attention and touch has made me starved for him. He reaches up and takes off my wig, letting my natural hair fall all over my shoulders. Taking my hand, he drags me out of the restaurant.

  We get to his car and he places me on the passenger seat, reaching over to buckle me in place. Leaning into my neck, he licks me, takes a simple taste of me before he slams the door shut, and runs to the other side.

  He skids out of the parking lot and speeds to god knows where.

  He goes quicker and quicker and I hold on to my seat tightly. “Sebastian.” I say in fear.

  Instead of responding with words, he rests his hand on my thigh in reassurance.

  Minutes later, Sebastian enters the parking lot under his apartment building. He parks the car and grabs the steering wheel tightly.

  “I like that you’re crazy over me.” He begins as I slowly unbuckle my seat-belt. “I like that you need to stake your claim publicly, to show Misty that I’m yours. But more so, I like that you followed us to the bar.” He chuckles. “You’re almost as possessive as me.”

  My cheeks flame in embarrassment. “What? Your ego not big enough?”

  “I like knowing that you may be as crazy about me, as I am with you. That my obsession with everything to do with you, with everything that revolves around you, isn’t one-sided. I’m happy I found someone who I’m obsessed with, who is just as obsessed with me.”

  My heart beats unbelievably fast.

  “I’m not yours.” I say meekly, trying to remind him. Trying to remind myself.

  “It frightens me.” He ignores me. “The depth to which I obsess over you. It frightens me to think about the things I’d be willing to do to keep you. You’ve consumed me, so wholly, that I find myself irrationally jealous of everyone you encounter. Whether it’s the smile you give to the barista at Starbucks, whether it’s Selena you’re talking to or any of your friends, professors, acquaintances … I’m jealous.”

  He finally turns to look at me, unbuckling his seatbelt. His eyes are unblinking as he reaches over to trail his thumb from the top of my lip to the bottom. I’m panting from the insanity of his words.

  “I find myself,” he continues, staring at my lips, lost in a trance, “I find myself wanting to be everything for you. I want to be everything or anything that gives you pleasure in life. I feel undone when I think about another giving you something I can’t.” He trails his thumb down my cheek and I bite my lip to hold in the sounds of my desperate pants. My thighs are quivering and a needy moan escapes me as he traps my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “As much as I’d love to be everything for you, I can’t lock you up in my apartment and never let you leave.” He chuckles, his eyes following his fingers which are back to caressing my lip. “Even though sometimes, I fucking want to do that badly.”

  I cry out when he suddenly pulls me on his lap so that I’m straddling him. In the next move, he removes my sweater and groans when he notices that I’m not wearing a bra.

  His hands span my waist and he squeezes me, strokes me, and caresses me. My back arches towards him as I seek more of his touch. He yanks at the top of my tights and I yelp when they’re ripped off my body.

  He groans again and pulls my hair back harshly, causing my chest to arch towards him and I moan out loud when his mouth sucks in my nipple hard. He licks around my peak before flicking it over and over again with rough fast strokes. I’m embarrassingly wet and I’m trying to think about why this isn’t a good idea, but I can’t. Oh god, I can’t.

  Yanking my hair to the side, he sucks and bites the sensitive skin under my ear.

  “You obsess me, my beautiful Bella.” He jerks his zipper down and releases his extremely hard cock. “So, what I’m saying is, I fucking love you, and you’re mine.” He pulls me on his cock and impales me hard.

  I scream loudly and smack my hand against the window, causing a handprint to form from the condensation in the car.

  “Fucking hell, you’re drenched.”

  I ride him, harder and faster than ever before, needing to imprint myself on him as deeply as possible.

  “Bella.” He groans as my desperate moans grow louder and louder. “Yes, angel, fuck me. Show me who I belong to.”

  His words spur me on and I pull at his hair and scratch down his chest and abs as I move up and down his cock.

  “Your fucking cunt belongs to me, do you hear me?” He whispers harshly in my ears and my pussy constricts on his cock.

  “Deeper, Isabel. Put me in deeper.”

  I hold the back of his head and bring our foreheads together as I slow the pace. I keep my upper body straight as I gyrate my hips back and forth and he sinks an extra inch inside of me.

  I moan in pain and he groans in pleasure. But he knows what he’s doing. When he’s this deep inside of me, it’s him. My world is him. My life is him. There’s nothing but him.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” He stares at me, his eyes declaring his need. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth while pinching the other with his thumb. He knows how much I love it when he does this. He knows everything I love.

  “I-I’m gonna come!” I shout.

  “Not yet.” He groans. “Keep going, keep going!”

  Licking my nipples, he reaches behind me and touches the place where his cock is inside me. He picks up wetness before I feel his finger trail higher towards my ass, my virgin territory. I moan when he applies pressure on the opening.

  “You going to let me fuck you here? Shove my cock into this tiny hole?”

  “Sebastian!” I scream when his finger slips inside. “Yes, yes, yes!” I beg wantonly.

  He goes in and out, then uses the other hand to apply slight pressure on my clit and I fucking burst. I come so hard screaming. He groans and fucks me a little bit longer before he fills me with his come.

  I have no thoughts … I have … nothing. I’m floating.

  Time passes and I have no clue how long it takes before my heart beats at a normal pace. He plays with my hair and caresses my bare back, down to my ass, and back up. The darkness I’ve been feeling for the last few weeks disappears. The numbness is gone. I
feel everything, I feel too much. He slowly brought me back to life.

  I close my eyes as I acknowledge how weak I am when it comes to him. His love for me was never in question, it’s the lies that broke us. I can’t… I can’t let him in again. I sit up straight and look at him.

  “Isabel.” He whispers with a smile.

  I pull away from him and return to my seat. “This was a mistake.” I mumble, reaching back for my sweater. I’m so frantic that it takes me three tries to get it on.

  “Angel.” He reaches for me.

  “Don’t!” I open my door and run out.

  “Isabel!” I hear him following me.

  “This was a mistake. My god, I can’t even resist you just once. I’m such an idiot! This isn’t like the other times where we’re good again. It was a lapse in judgment.”

  “Come back! You aren’t walking on the street with only a sweater on.” He grabs my arm.

  “Let go of me!” I shout and run.

  “What the fuck? Isabel!” He runs after me and I hear him speaking to someone on the phone.

  Running up the stairs, I finally reach the street and immediately bump into James.

  “Isabel, Sebastian called and –”

  “Take me home.” I beg because as much as I’d like to make my own way home, I am half-naked.

  “Isabel?” He looks at me with concern and I can imagine why. I probably look like a mess.

  “You said you’d also be there for me,” he did – several times, “so take me home James, please!”

  “Isabel, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Sebastian yanks me to look at him.

  “We shouldn’t have done that, it was a mistake.”

  “It wasn’t a fucking mistake and you know it!”

  “We broke up Sebastian!” I shout at him.

  “No, we didn’t!” He shouts back, grabbing my face. “You’re still mine and I just fucking proved it. Besides, it wasn’t me who was fucking you into oblivion, pretty sure it was you who was fucking me.”

  “That is the last time that will happen.”

  He grabs my arms roughly and pushes me against the wall. “That is only the beginning of how many times we’re going to be together.”

  I shove him off and go to James who gave us space throughout our altercation.

  “Sebastian, it’s not good for me to be with you anymore. It’s unfair for you to ask me to be with you. I can’t resist you and that’s on me, but our turbulent relationship is making me anxious and is not letting me get better. We need to stop.” I beg him.

  “This isn’t over. I’ll let you go for now, but I’ll fix it. I’ll get rid of the fear you have to trust me again.” Sebastian promises.

  I look back at him in contempt. “I don’t do liars, Sebastian, I never will.”

  “Well, you just did, didn’t you?”

  The car pulls up and I jump in.

  Chapter 26

  The next morning, I’m running to class as I’m late from last night’s mistake. I woke up to six missed calls from Sebastian and a text from my father.

  I ignored Sebastian and responded to my dad. Grace asked me if I was ready to have a relationship with my dad. I’m not, nor am I comfortable meeting him face to face. But I am working on letting him back into my life. We decided to continue texting and see where it takes us.

  I round a corner and fall when I bump into a body. “Oh, shit sorry.” I look up and see a guy staring at me.

  “Don’t worry. I was the one running.” He says, offering me a hand to help me up. I grab it and stand up.

  He doesn’t let go of my hand and simply stares at me with a smile. “You’re beautiful.” I try to free my hand, but he stays holding it. “Are you dating anyone?” He asks not fazed by my lack of response. He’s very handsome but I can still practically smell Sebastian on me.

  “No.” My voice shakes, and it feels so wrong to say no.

  “I’m Aiden-”

  “You have three seconds to let go of her hand before I crush your skull against the lockers.”

  Sebastian’s voice echoes in the hallway. He’s walking towards us with his hands behind his back and a scary expression on his face. His eyes are on our hands.

  “What the fuck?” The guy laughs at Sebastian.

  “Three.” Sebastian is getting closer.

  “Who do you think you are?” Aiden scoffs.

  “Two.” Sebastian is now next to us.

  Aiden lets go. “Fuck this.”

  “Talk to her again and you’re dead.” Sebastian says with a smile. Aiden looks back and forth between us. “You two are crazy.” He walks away.

  “You’re crazy.” I tell Sebastian.

  “For you.” He grabs me around the jaw with one hand and walks me backwards. His hold is dominant and his eyes are fiery.

  “Sebastian let me go.”

  “No.” My back hits the lockers with a thud. “You ever touch someone else, you ever let someone touch you, and I will hurt them, Isabel.”

  “You’re insane!”

  “Yes, I fucking know.” I look away but he pulls my face back. “You do not touch other guys, you do not let them touch what is mine. Ok?”

  “I’m not yours.”

  “Like hell, you’re not. Every inch of you is mine and I’m a patient man, Isabel. I’ll wait for you to get over your fear, but you touch someone, and I will happily break their bones. And nothing will happen to me. I’m Sebastian fucking Carter and You. Are. Mine. Now, go to class before I touch your pussy to see how wet you are.”

  “I’m not wet!” I lie.

  He holds my jaw tighter and makes sure I’m looking directly at him. “I know you, my angel, more than anyone. I know your upbringing, I know why you need me so much and I know why you need me to need you so much. You need all of me. All of my attention, all the time. It gets you wet when you see my possessiveness, when you see how crazy I go for you, how much I want you. You didn’t say stop once when I told him to fuck off. You need me to want you more than anything else in this world.” He moves his hand to the back of my neck possessively.

  “You’ve craved love and affection ever since you were young. Well, angel, instead you got someone’s obsession. I’m here. I’m here giving you all of me. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll wait until you’re over your fear. But do not touch anyone else.”

  He walks off and I stare at his retreating back as a shocking realization hits me. He knows me more than anyone else in this world. He knows my insecurities and understands why I need him to need me so much. He knows every ugly side to me, but he loves me anyway.

  ***

  A week passes and I receive a good morning and a goodnight text every day. Throughout the day, he lets me know what he’s up to. By the third day, I started anticipating his texts. It feels good to be fought for… to know he’s not giving up on me. A part of me wants to forgive him, a part of me is still hurt, and a part of me is terrified to give us another chance.

  Jax’s birthday is today and I’m on the way to his place for dinner. Sebastian will be there, which I don’t want. Reading his texts is one thing, seeing him is another.

  I’m wearing a sleeveless white tank tucked into jeans shorts with sneakers. We’re going to a sports bar, so casual it is. Walking in, I greet everyone with hugs. Sebastian sits between Thomas and Alayna. I get to Thomas, hug him tightly, and with confidence I didn’t know I had, I skip Sebastian, pretending he’s not even there, and hug Alayna.

  “Seriously?” He sneers. I ignore him and sit next to Jax.

  “Happy birthday!” I say to him and give him a box of brownies I made. I know they’re his favorite.

  “Fuck yes, thank you, Isa.” He pulls me to him in a side hug.

  “You know, I keep trying to recreate those brownies but they’re never as good.” Selena chimes in.

  “Sorry, baby.” Jax says to her and takes a bite of a brownie.

  “My secret recipe.” I wink at her.

  After dinner, whe
re I successfully sat on the opposite end of Sebastian, I go to the toilet to wash my hands. Walking out, I see Sebastian leaning on the opposite wall.

  I look at him then go to walk away.

  “Can we talk?”

  “I – no. I’m not over it. A part of me is still hurt. I was in so much pain thinking you moved on and that you didn’t actually love me. Some of that is still there. Even if it wasn’t true, you still hurt me and lied.” I blurt out. “It terrifies me to be around you. Sebastian, we are done.”