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Chapter Nine
– Lilly -
Afew days...I couldwait a few days. Take a break. Let Sebastian spoil me some more because, let’s face it, I was about as much his prisoner as he was mine.
He stood looking down at me, waiting for my reaction.
Pout. Throw a fit. Attack him again. What was I going to do? Tomorrow. I’d figure that out tomorrow. Tonight, I wanted to roll around in that gigantic bed behind us. With a tufted gray headboard and a black downy comforter that looked as thick as the mattress itself... I sucked in my breath and tried to focus.
Massive beds.
Diamond encrusted handcuffs.
“Held” against my will...
Didhe know?How did he know?Sebastian had inadvertently zeroed in on some of my wildest fantasies, those late-night dreams that kept a girl hoping for something more, for someone who could make your breath catch and your toes curl. For someone who had the fire to match mine, who didn’t mind giving a girl handcuffs as a present. I wasn’t signing up to be locked in a room or whipped on a bench, but...my mind ran away with the other possibilities Sebastian could offer. His dominance, his temperament—he made me weak by just walking into a room. When the real man mixed with my imagination...
I blew out a breath, trying to calm down.
“Lilly.”
Oh, that deep voice was my kryptonite.
“Sebastian.”
One corner of his mouth ticked upward into a half-smile. His hand slipped around the back of my neck, tilting my head up and pulling me toward him at the same time.
I wanted him. There was no denial, no games. As he’d said, this was as real as we could get.
With a quick snap, his arm encircled my waist, and he pulled me roughly against his chest. He searched my eyes, looking, I think, for an answer to his unspoken question.
I may not have been ready for the handcuffs, but I was ready for him. No matter what happened in the light of day, this was where we came together as two people who couldn’t deny how physically connected we were. Common sense says you’re not supposed to be attracted to a man who kidnaps you, who uses you to stick it to your brother. And you’re certainly not supposed to want him so much that you lay awake for hours each night, praying you’d find some way back to him. I hadn’t forgotten about what he’d done, and I hadn’t forgiven him for it, but I was too weak, too selfish, to have the strength to use those emotions the way I should.
I didn’t care. I was like my brothers—there was nothing noble about me. I cared. I loved. But I also deserved to be happy, too.
“Don’t look at me like that, Princess.” His voice was deliciously harsh.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to fuck you,” he growled.
My stomach knotted. “But I want you to fuck me.”
There are those moments when two people come together and you aren’t sure who touched who first. Or does that even matter? Who tore whose clothes off or was it a mixture of frenzied moments and hurried hands from both partners?
One moment I was standing in front of him, wishing he’d take me the way he had in the hotel room the night we met. The next moment, I was naked on the bed, with his body stretched above mine, his mouth suffocating me in brutal kisses. Unbearable pressure. Unspeakable desire heightened by the awareness that I shouldn’t want this, not this way, but the flame was too bright, my soul too eager to seek the pleasure that would come.
I tried to touch him, but Sebastian pinned my wrists together above my head and held them there with a sure grip.
“Practice,” he murmured against my ear as his mouth traveled from that sensitive spot down the column of my neck.
I didn’t have to ask for what. I sucked in a shivering breath, a little nervous about being immobilized but excited at the same time.
“Don’t tense up,” Sebastian said, his mouth returning to hover over mine. “Relax into my grip. If you’re too tense... I don’t want to hurt you, Lilly. Just relax.”
We hadn’t discussed this—how deep his dominant desires ran.
I did as he said and let my arms go limp.
