“Jesus Christ. You’re making me hot,” the photographer gushed as her camera went crazy. I met Sebastian’s gaze. His eyes narrowed, but I could see the dark desire behind them. We were asked to continue the pose she’d originally requested, and as he crawled between my legs, memories of our chemistry test flashed in my mind, and my breathing grew labored. He dipped his head, placing his lips on my thigh.
A deep chuckle vibrated across my skin, running straight to my center.
“What?” I gasped as he ran his hands along the length of my legs.
“They shouldn’t have given you such light-colored panties,” he murmured, low enough for only me to hear.
My brow furrowed. He raised himself back up and pressed his chest to mine, cocking his head and whispering in my ear, “I can see just how fucking wet you are. You’ve soaked right through, Final Girl.”
A small shriek left my throat, and he pulled back, biting down on his lip as it curved into a taunting smile.
My heart raced so hard and fast in my ears that I couldn’t focus on what the photographer was saying, and Sebastian had to help. I was practically a rag doll as he shifted me around to get the right shot. I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but his lips on my arms and neck were making my skin hot and tingly. Finally, the photographer lowered the camera, and people began to clap.
“We’re going to sell so many fucking copies of this magazine.” Stacey, who’d been off to the sides watching us, shook her head, her eyes shining with dollar signs. While we’d been shooting, Bryce and Skye had returned to set, covered in blood for their couple shots. As I walked toward the dressing room, Skye stopped me.
“Evie, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Holy crap. You are—”
“It’s just work, Skye,” I said flatly. She gave me a look then rolled her eyes.
“You are delulu if you don’t see how hard he’s claiming you. No wonder Glenn backed off. Sebastian basically just wrotemineall over you with his tongue.”
I shivered and looked over my shoulder. He was coming toward us now. I shook my head. “He didn’t claim anything,” I said sharply, making sure he was within earshot.
“Are you talking about me?” Sebastian came forward. With his hands behind his back, he leaned on his heels and grinned. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, our chests bumping. “Skye’s right. I did writemineall over you.”
I elbowed him and rushed off set, slamming the dressing room door closed. Staking a claim over something that wasn’t his wasn’t going to change things. I sighed deeply and fell against a wall. How was I supposed to keep this showmance up when I was actively trying to keep away from him?
Letting myself feel something for him wasn’t safe. It would only lead to his heart breaking when I was gone, and I never wanted anyone to feel the way I’d felt when it happened the first time. I was steeling myself to tell him this when he entered the green room, blowing the door wide open.
Suddenly, forgetting my vulnerability, I opened my mouth to yell at him for making such a show. Before I could say anything, he crossed the room, crushing his lips on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, and he placed one hand on my back, forcing our bodies together. Finally, he pulled back, and then he spun me around and shoved me away.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked as he raised my dress, exposing my panties. The rattle of his belt sent a rush of adrenaline through me. I bolted upright.
“You talk a lot of game for someone who has no say in what I make mine.” He slid his hand up my thighs, lifting my dress, then spanked me, causing both a pinch of pain and a shiver of pleasure to come from my core. “Now bend over so I can make you come.”
Chapter 20
Sebastian
The Green Light
“Sebastian...” Evie squirmed under my firm grasp.
“Are you backing out of our deal, Final Girl? We’ve barely started.” I ran my hand over her perfect, round ass, going under her skirt. My fingers slid over her slit, feeling just how damp I’d made her. “If you’d rather kill them all alone...”
I pressed my strained cock against her, letting her feel just what she did to me—just by existing. I started at her feet and slowly drank her in. Stilettos. Tattoos. Legs for days. An ass I wanted to sink my teeth and tongue into... I finally reached her curled hair fanning across her back. I brushed it aside, feeling how soft it was. She turned to look back, her adorable, clown-painted face wide-eyed and innocent looking. My cock wept with precum, begging to defile her.
Slowly, I reached for the edges of her panties, slid them over her ass, and dropped them to her thighs. Nudging them to her ankles, I urged her to lift her feet to step out of them, and I spread her legs. She let out a sharp cry of surprise and her legs buckled, but my hands flew to her waist. I pulled her back up.
“Now, now, Final Girl...We have such sights to show you..”
Our secret language caught her attention. I dropped to my knees and dragged my hands down her smooth, tanned legs. I stood slowly and took in the sight of her beautifully bare pussy from behind, and my mouth watered.
“We can’t, someone can come in...” Her voice was so soft, it took me a moment to rip my gaze from her to register the tension in her tone.
I went to the door, locking it. For good measure, I dug through my backpack and found my phone. I clicked on my music and turned the volume up.
“Okay, that feels kind of obvious, don’t you think?” Evie stood, panties on the floor, arms crossed.
