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“I’m already bored with this conversation,” Sebastian interrupts, voice even, eyes aflame. “Why did you break into this apartment? I already know. But I want to hear it from your mouths, so I can take even more pleasure in putting you both back to sleep.”
The men seem to be sizing up Sebastian with more caution now—cataloging his thickly muscled chest and granite fists. They don’t back down from him, though. Oh no, they’re way too stupid for that. “We broke in here to share that plump, little cock tease. She runs around the factory all day making us stiff in our jumpsuits.”
“Yeah. It’s only fair that she should have to spread—”
Sebastian’s fist cracks across the man’s face, shutting him up mid-sentence. He drops like a boulder. Before he’s even hit the ground, however, the second man is lunging for Sebastian. He swings a meaty fist, forcing Sebastian to duck, and he comes up with a hard punch to the center of the man’s considerable stomach, driving the air out of him. A left jab comes next, followed by a right uppercut and a hard cross. Down goes the second man.
Sebastian’s broad shoulders heave. He rakes his fist across his open mouth, then spits on the ground between the writhing men. “Go near her again and I’ll carve you up. Slowly. I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as Chloe, let alone touch her. The girl is mine. Make it known in town that a slight against her will bring a man an ungodly death. A painful one. Am I making myself clear?”
An affirmative grunt from one man.
A shuddering yes from the other.
Not looking remotely satisfied, Sebastian turns from the heap of men, stopping short when he sees me standing in the doorway. “You should be outside, baby,” he rasps, plowing bloody knuckles through his hair. “I’m handling this.”
“I see that,” I whimper.
Yes, whimper.
Until that second, when my savior is coming toward me, his hands painted in the blood of my enemies, his muscles stark against the front of his shirt, I don’t realize how hot I’ve become. How shivery…in that ticklish, effervescent way. My nipples throb inside the neckline of my dress, my body pliant and feminine. I’m a girl who has just been fought over. Claimed by a man. The victor.
I want to be the prize.
And Sebastian seems to realize that the closer he gets to reaching me, because he groans, a ridge forming at the front of his pants. As natural as breathing, I twine my arms up around Sebastian’s neck and he enfolds me in his arms, his embrace lifting me to the very tips of my toes, one hand settling on my backside and shuttling me closer to his lap, pinning his erection between us. “Thank you,” I whisper against the hot skin of his neck. “I didn’t know how much I needed my dragons slayed until you did it. They’re not so scary now.”
His hand slides up beneath my dress to take firm hold of my butt cheek, massaging it slowly. With ownership. “You never have to be scared again.”
It’s such a foreign thing, to put my trust in someone when I’ve relied on my own courage and fortitude for so long. But I don’t feel as though I’m giving those things up. I feel as if I’m taking a break from constant worry when I lay my cheek on his shoulder and let his hands roam all over my body, knowing I don’t have a single thing to fear. Sebastian is there. He’ll protect me. He’ll make the decisions for once.
Sebastian urges my hips closer to his erection, growling when I writhe my belly against it, his hand growing more eager on my bottom. “You’re such a horny little thing,” he breathes in my ear. “Thought I was too rough, but no. Daddy broke that cunt in just right.”
Moaning over the crassness of those words and their steamy effect on my body, I wrap my legs around his hips, our mouths crashing together. His tongue plows into my mouth and my head falls backward while he plunders me, over and over, tasting me like it will be the last time he ever has the pleasure.
But it only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away, breathing hard, his eyes a far deeper blue than before. “I’m not letting my guard down while you’re in the same room with these bastards.” He works a thumb between our bodies, finding my clit through my panties and rubbing it, almost soothingly, turning my legs to wobbling rubber around his hips. “But you’re not going to last until we get home, are you?”
I shake my head vigorously. “No.”
“No, you won’t,” he croons, rubbing me faster, his panting mouth on top of mine. “And if we’re going to get this pussy good and spoiled, we have to treat it right.”
