Until You're Mine: Requested Trilogy - Part Two

by Sabre Rose

  Somehow hearing it out loud makes it more terrifying, more real, and I burst into tears again. This time he doesn’t hesitate as he pulls me close, tucking my head beneath his chin and stroking my hair just like my mother, just like Roxy. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

  The repetitive motion of his hand over my head causes my eyelids to droop. Now that I’m safe, I just want to disappear, fade away and not have to think anymore. Go to that safe place of oblivion.

  It’s so tempting to fall asleep, but then I think of Roxy on her way, of the police who will want to question me again, and I try to force my eyes back open.

  But I can’t.

  Something is weighing them down. Something is weighing my whole body down, making my limbs heavy and feeling as though they are sinking into the fabric of the car.

  Sebastian strokes my hair over and over. “Shh,” he says. “Shh, it’s going to be okay.”

  The world is pulling me down, closing in. Panic sparks in my chest once again. Sebastian’s hand no longer feels comforting. It is hot and heavy, laced with malice as he runs it over my hair. I attempt to pull away, but my effort only causes a faint moan to come out of my mouth.

  “Shh,” he says again. “Don’t say a word.”

  sebastian

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  SEBASTIAN

  The movement of the car rocks her body. Her head is in my lap and she’s stretched over the back seat, her body soft and pliable. There’s a slight smile on her lips as I push her hair back from her face. Even in this unconscious state, she knows she is mine.

  My songbird is finally mine.

  The elation that fills me is an exquisite thrill that I’ve never known before. My blood hisses and hums, but it’s not filled with electrifying rage like it normally is. It is quiet and content, soothed with the anticipation of what is to come.

  My plan had been executed well. It was almost too easy. Cameron followed her along the road and chased her right into my arms. It wasn’t until the very last moments of consciousness that it dawned on her what was really happening, that she was finally where she belonged. Those big dark eyes looked into mine, droopy with the need to close, and there was a flicker of realization, a split second that the truth dawned on her before she succumbed. It was in that moment that my heart soared. I pulled her close, stroked her hair and murmured the words I know she longed to hear.

  Don’t say a word.

  Her body had relaxed then and she pressed against me, needy and desperate. And it was as she fell into that blissful state that the smile passed over her lips. The smile that is still there now as she lies in my lap.

  Looking upward, I catch the eye of Cameron in the rear vision mirror. He nods as though acknowledging a job well done and returns his gaze to the road. Bending down low, I press my lips to hers for the very first time. They are soft and pleasing. They taste of sin. My cock stirs, the weight of her head on my lap feeding my desire.

  Gravel crunches under the tires of the car as we pull into the driveway. I snap at Cameron to be careful as he lifts her from my lap and hoists her over his shoulder. I lead the way as he carries her up the stairs and we weave through the corridors that lead to the room I have prepared for her. Her body flops onto the bed gracefully, even in sleep.

  “Leave,” I order Cameron, eyes fixed on my prize.

  I have waited so long for this moment. I have watched from afar. I have watched from up close. I have kept my desires locked up tight as I waited for her, but now the wait is over.

  She is mine.

  Closing the door behind Cameron, I walk over and rip open the closet. Shuffling through the selection, I pull out a blood red dress, the material smooth and silky between my fingers, and inhale its scent. Somehow everything already smells of her. It’s as though this room, and everything within it, already knows it is hers. Already knows it exists to please me.

  Her limp body is hard to undress and once she’s stripped naked and I have to force myself not to act upon the desire to run my hands over her skin. She’s so perfect. So flawless. Any bruises and wounds she had are nothing but a faint shadow on her flesh. I slide the material over her body, both covering and emphasizing her beauty, and slip out the door. She will stay asleep for a while. The contents of the water bottle ensured it.

  It’s hard to wait, now that she is mine, but I will be patient, something I’m beginning to value for its addition to tension and desire. Waiting for her has been torture, but an exquisite form of it. Watching her, being so close and holding back on my urges has brought an intensity to my emotions I didn’t think possible.

  She never suspected that the man who requested her was the man that stood by her best friend’s side. Roxy means nothing to me. She was a way to pass the time, a way to sate my urges while I waited for my songbird. She used me for my body, just like I used her. Roxy moaned for me, panted my name, screamed. She ached for me to the point that it became pathetic. Little did she know that I ached too, but it was for Mia. I wore my mask well.

  The first time I met Mia, she was nothing more than the quiet girl next to Roxy. She was beautiful. She’s always been beautiful. But it was hidden, muted and dulled. My blood didn’t buzz at the sight of her. It was her voice that set my blood on fire. When the spotlight formed that halo around her, I knew I needed her to appease the monster within. Roxy had no idea. She was easy to deceive. A smile here, a wink there, a merciless fuck that always left her wanting more. She thought she fulfilled me. She thought she was enough. Foolish girl.

  The hum of my blood is loud in my head. It feels like molten lava, simmering and boiling, ready to explode from its confines. But I must be patient. I will be patient. I want her to open her eyes and know that I am her god.

  It won’t be long now. Soon she will wake and realize that she has always been mine.

  To be continued . . .

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  My Sweet Songbird

  the final part in the Requested Trilogy

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank you for venturing along this journey to the dark side with me. I can’t wait for you to read what is in store for the final book.

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  THE STORY CONTINUES . . .

  Deceived. Stolen. Trapped.

  I thought I was free but he tricked me.

  Fooled me into running straight into his arms.

  Now I am his.

  His to command.

  His to use.

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  MY SWEET SONGBIRD

  MIA

  Panic. It’s back. The swell of nausea, the sense of dread. Only this time when I wake, my eyes open to light, my body is cushioned in comfort and there are no chains around my wrists.

  I blink. Once. Twice. And stare up at an ornate ceiling of delicate molding dancing around a chandelier. The thoughts in my head are thick and foggy, a feeling I’m familiar with, but I’m unsure why.

  Sitting up, I’m surprised to find myself dressed in a red silk gown which spreads over the bed like a bloom of blood. I feel dazed. Woozy. My head thuds impossibly loud and I hold my
self as still as possible and let my eyes wander. Black wallpaper covered in gold filigree patterns. A gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Black curtains floating in the breeze from an open window.

  There’s a sound at the door, a key turning in the lock, then it creaks open and he steps in. The moment I see him, memories come flooding back.

  Being chased down the road.

  The hard thud of feet on the pavement behind me.

  The pulsing fear.

  And then Sebastian. Holding me, comforting me, feeling so tired in his arms that I just wanted to sleep. But there are still parts missing. They’re there in my mind, but it’s like they keep slipping out of reach.

  “Sebastian?” I say groggily, my voice coming out deep and foreign.

  “You’re awake, I see.”

  The panic is still there, prickling at the back of my mind. It dances on my chest, gently tapping a steady rhythm on my heart.

  “What’s going on?” I look around the room again, my eyes taking in the open crack of the wardrobe door, revealing a glimpse of red. “Why am I here? Where’s Roxy?”

  Sebastian walks over to the bed and sits on the edge, causing the mattress to dip. There’s something different about him. A quiet confidence I haven’t seen before. A smirk instead of a bored insolent expression. His hand snakes out to rest on my ankle, the only part of me exposed under the folds of material. It feels wrong. Strange. Hot and heavy.

  My body starts to tremble.

  “What’s happening?” I ask again, my voice sounding a little more like my own, but cracking with fear.

  He strokes my ankle gently, running his hand up and down my leg. Jostling across the mattress, he moves closer, an excited gleam in his eye. Leaning forward, he inhales deeply.

  “You’re finally mine, my sweet songbird.”

  My heart sinks and panic drowns me. I start to shake my head, refusing to believe the truth.

  “No.” I keep shaking. “No. It can’t be. You can’t be.”

  He shuffles even closer, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

  “Yes. We can finally be together. No more Ryker. No more Roxy. No more of my father making the rules. Just you and me like it has always meant to be.”

  My brain refuses to compute the information. I jerk my hand away, scrambling back to press against the headboard and draw my knees to my chest, hiding in the ruffles of red. “But Roxy,” I say. “You love her.”

  He laughs, something I’ve never heard before. At another place, at another time, I might think him handsome. He’s got jet-black hair, thick eyebrows and a wide mouth. His eyes are blue. But they are not blue like Ryker’s are blue. They are intense and hard. Piercing.

  “She’s nothing. Well, no, not nothing.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his finger, leaving my skin seared. “She introduced me to you, my sweet songbird, and for that, I will forever be grateful.” His hand drops back to his lap. “But I never loved her. She was nothing more than a way to pass the time until you became mine.”

  “What do you want?” I stutter, pulling my knees tighter to my chest and trying to stop the shaking.

  “You,” he says. “I want you.” He moves so he is sitting before me on his knees, his dark hair perfectly groomed, his teeth perfectly straight and white, his eyes gleaming. “I want your body. I want your love. I want your voice and your passion and your talent.” He moves even closer, pressing his hands to my knees and shoving his face so close to mine, his breath hits my face. “I want your soul,” he hisses. “I have waited so long for you. It felt like torture. I had to wait as Ryk—

  ”

  “Is he here?”

  He reels back as though I have slapped him, the intensity in his eyes replaced with venom. “Forget about him. He is not important. He was merely someone to condition you because my father thought I wouldn’t be able to control myself. He thought—Never mind what he thought. It doesn’t matter now. You are here, and you are mine.”

  His eyes drop to my mouth and I unconsciously bite my bottom lip. He groans at the motion and closes his eyes just for a moment. Taking advantage of his distraction, I leap from the bed and race toward the door. Grabbing the handle, I pull, but the door is locked. I keep trying, rattling the door, but it is pointless. Tears spring to my eyes but I push them back. This is no time to cry. I need to get away. I cannot go through this again.

  Sebastian lifts himself from the bed, stalking slowly toward me. “There is no point in trying to run. This is your cage, my sweet songbird.” He holds his hands out and twirls around as though I should admire the décor. “I designed it especially for you. Do you like it?”

  Pressing myself against the door, my fingers still gripped around the handle as though there is hope that it might suddenly work, I hold my other hand out.

  “Stay away from me.”

  Sebastian laughs. “Or what?” His wicked smile flashes wider. “What are you going to do? Stab me like you stabbed Ryker?”

  I swallow. “Is—Is he okay?”

  “Enough about Ryker!” He races toward me, wrapping his hand around my neck, and pushes me against the door until my feet rise off the floor and I’m balancing on my tiptoes.

  “Do not mention him again! You are mine. Everything about your life before me no longer exists. You exist for me only, do you understand?”

  His fingers cut into my throat, restricting my air. I claw at them, desperate for relief, but his grip is impossibly strong. I want to kick him, knee him, spit at him, claw his eyes out, but he is too close pressed against me. His fingers are wrapped so tightly all I can think about is my need for air.

  “You are no longer Mia Cooper.” He spits my name as though it is poison. “You are mine.”

  He lets me go and I slump to the floor, coughing and spluttering as I try to suck in air. Frantically I scan the room, looking for escape. The curtains flutter in the breeze and a faint hope rises that I might be able to jump out the window.

  The anger that rippled through Sebastian a moment ago is gone, and in its place, there’s someone calmer, more in control. He walks over to a plush red chair in the corner and sinks into it, draping himself over it as though it is a throne. Noting the direction of my gaze, one side of his mouth curls upward. Jerking the rope that dangles beside him, he rips the curtains open.

  “Take a look,” he says.

  I stay on the ground, eyes darting between him and the open window. From where I’m lying on the floor, the only thing I can see out the window is blue sky, reminding me of my cell, though the window is bigger and the walls surrounding it are covered in a patterned black wallpaper, rather than cold concrete.

  “Go on,” he urges. “Have a look at your world.”

  Cautiously getting to my feet, I walk over to the window, inhaling the whiff of fresh air and look out. We are three stories high. Below me, there is nothing but fields of grass.

  Sebastian gets off the chair and stands behind me, his lips brushing over my hair as he speaks. “Welcome to the Atterton Manor, my songbird. Welcome to your new home.” He pushes my hair behind my ear and lowers his voice. “Do you like it?”

  I turn and look into his cold blue eyes. “You’re not going to get away with this.”

  “I’m not?” He takes a step forward and I take a step back. “I believe you’ll find I already have.” Sebastian smiles. It’s strange to see it on him. When around Roxy, he was so quiet, so unobtrusive, but here in this room, he’s transformed into someone different. He’s lifted his mask and I wonder how I didn’t see that he wore one before.

  He raises his hand to stroke my cheek, but I jerk back, my feet getting caught in the folds of material.

  Sebastian shakes his head. “Tut, tut, tut. I thought Ryker had trained you better than this.”

  I try to move away further, but my backside presses against the windowsill, the cool breeze drifting over the exposed skin of my back. Sebastian keeps stepping forward, pushing himself against me until I’m almost leaning out t
he window. “Careful,” he whispers in my ear. “You wouldn’t want to fall.”

  Without warning, he shoves my chest and I reel back, having to grab onto the sides of the window to keep from falling.

  Taking a step back, he folds his arms across his chest. “See? You do want to stay.”

  With my fingers pressed to the wall, I slide sideways, away from him, away from the window. My heart pounds in my chest and my mouth is dry. The nauseating feeling of panic bubbles beneath the surface of my skin.

  “You have to let me go, Sebastian. The police will be looking for you. They will find you.”

  Sebastian yanks the curtains shut and returns to his throne-like chair. “I doubt that.” He holds his hand out as though inspecting his fingernails. “They didn’t before. And besides, my father knows all the right people in all the right places. He’s been doing this for years.”

  “Stealing women?”

  Sebastian blinks, no hint of remorse or shame in his posture. “Yes, though I would argue the fact that you can’t steal something that belongs to you, and you belong to me, Mia. But we’ve never taken someone from this close to home. There’s something daring about it, don’t you think? Thrilling.”

  “My parents won’t give up. They will keep looking for me.” I keep sliding sideways with my back to the wall, slowly making my way back to the door.

  “I know.”

  “And what about Roxy?”

  He frowns. A single line presses between his brows and a strand of his perfectly groomed hair falls out of place. “What about her?”

  “What are you going to tell her about me?”

  “Why would I tell her anything? I told you, she’s inconsequential.”

  “Inconsequential?”