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Chapter 14
JADE
I manage to escape the clutches of Stephan Silver’s perilous company, stepping into his modern eclectic mansion and up the white sandstone spiral staircase leading to the second floor where I know Sebastian’s room is located. My heels clatter against the stone echoing through the empty house as I ascend and come to the long hallway leading into the upstairs bedrooms. It doesn’t take me long to realize which one belongs to Sebastian, as I easily spot the open door of the room at the farthest room at the end of the right corridor. I slowly strut down the hall, the anticipation making my palms sweat and my stomach churn. I still have time to turn away and leave. He doesn’t know I followed after him. He doesn’t know I've come upstairs to look for him. But although what I really want to do is turn around and run back the way I came in, my body doesn't get the memo.
“Come on Jade,” I whisper to myself, having clearly lost my mind, “you can do this. You’ve gotten yourself into plenty of dangerous situations, Sebastian is harmless.”
I reach out and push the bedroom door further open as I step inside and find the room empty. I’m slightly relieved I have a chance to think straight before seeing Sebastian, but the room seems nothing like I’d imagined his childhood bedroom to look. I mean compared to his room at the Silver’s family beach house, this one has black walls and curtains shedding no light whatsoever into the room. The bed takes up most of the space in the room, except for a dresser and drum set in the far-right corner. Posters of various iconic bands are splattered against the wall of his headboard.
I walk further into the room running my fingers over the soft comforter atop the bed, as I take in the sights around me. “Looks like someone was quite the musician,” I mumble quietly to no one in the room.
“Have we succumbed to madness and are hearing voices or are you finally talking back to the ones inside your head Jade?” Sebastian utters, his deep voice making the room feel eerily cold. I refuse to turn and face him, allowing myself a few more seconds of peace before all hell breaks loose.
I reinforce the walls around my ticker, concealing my nerves and replacing my anxious scowl with a shield of indifference. “Haven't we already established I’ve lost my mind. I mean I fucked you didn’t I,” I sneer, a clear dig at him that doesn't seem to faze him if his deep chuckle is any indication.
“Oh darling you made that choice perfectly sane and repeatedly I might add. But if it makes you feel any better,” he mutters, inching toward me. His chest is at my back as his fingers trace the skin of my arm sending a shiver of excitement through me, “It sure as fuck drove me into madness.”
Now it’s me who chuckles as I brazenly turn to face him. But instead of finding his usual domineering stare that ignites a deep desire inside me, I find him watching me intently as if my vulnerability might cause me to lash out or fall apart. It’s scary how he’s aware of my moods and reactions and is expecting a full-blown mental breakdown. He definitely would have gotten one of those under any other circumstance but, if only he knew I’m all out of those.
“Yeah I guess I must have been in full control of my sanity, thankfully I no longer am because I can't imagine falling for your imperious charm once more,” my hand travels up his chest and I curse internally for allowing myself to lay a hand on him once again knowing well enough how hard resisting him is going to be. Even if I’m still fucking pissed at him.
“You say that as if you have a choice Wolf,” he says as his hand moves to grips mine upon his chest holding it tightly in place. “But we both know when it comes to me, your ability to make choices is futile.”
“Only the right ones,” I sneer, the irritation clear in my voice as I yank my hand out of his hold and move to sit atop the dark comforter of his bed. I run my hands against the soft material, vivid memories of me tied up and panting, sprawled out on his black silk sheets flashing in my mind. The temperature of the room rises or at least my internal one does as I recall that night. The night that led to this very moment, to my currentsituation.
“I can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you try to come up with some half assed excuse as to why you and I aren't happening right now.”
“Oh trust me cupcake, I don’t have to think awfully hard, the answer is simple. The list of reasons why I’d be a fool to fall into bed with you again is endless, not to mention reasonable. Starting with the elephant in the room, Roman.” My voice turns shaky as I mention my brother's name, remembering the look on his face as he stood there beside Bass that night. Sebastian’s face softens for a moment, his lips turning down into a deep frown before a satisfied grin appears in its place.
“Last time I checked your brother wasn’t in the room, not any of the ten plus times,” he says rather smugly.
“Oh please it wasn’t that many times,” I scoff, shaking my head and rolling my eyes back at him.
“If we’re counting orgasms it was.” My jaw drops open at his brash comment, but it doesn’t surprise me.
This is Sebastian Silver we’re talking about, insatiable womanizer, infamous playboy, and one hell of a kinky fuck. His arrogance may seem appalling to some, but fuck if his huge cock isn’t enough to justify it, then there’s all the sexy as fuck twisted kinks he’s so fond of. I admit sex before him was rather uninteresting. Usually required finishing myself off back at home or once whichever douche I fucked went off to clean himself off. That and my battery-operated boy toy was usually the one to provide me with an endless array of orgasms. But with Bass, well he’s never been selfish. When he comes, I come, and then I come again. I’m tied up, spanked, fucked roughly, and fucking choked all adding to the ecstasy of my orgasms. Not to mention the dominating starved look in his eyes as he watches me fall apart for him. I’m unsure if all his past fucks have been like that, but something tells me that isn’t the case. Because as far as I know, if rumors are to be true, which in this town they usually are, Sebastian Silver doesn’t go back for seconds. Well other than Kinsley but fuck if I want to picture that. Just thinking of the spoiled bitch makes my blood boil.
“Got lost in your own head reminiscing on all the mind-blowing orgasms have we Wolf?” he mocks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Don’t try to be cute Sebastian, it doesn’t suit you. And stop trying to distract me from the fact that I’m fucking pissed at you!” Abruptly, I stand up pushing past him and moving to stand beside the old set of drums in the far corner of the room. I run my finger over the golden cymbal and collect a cluster of black dust on my fingertip. Raising a brow I turn back looking at him questioningly.
“It’s been awhile,” he answers, running a hand through his dark wavy hair, “I haven’t stayed here in over a year.”
“Clearly,” I sneer, continuing to walk admiring the various vintage vinyl records neatly stacked up in a tall bookcase. “You don’t listen to these anymore,” I ask, picking up one of my favorite Billy Joel albums,The Stranger.
“Now who’s the one changing the subject.” He slowly struts over to me, taking the record from my hands and moving over to play it on the record player tucked neatly into the bookcase. The harmonizing melody ofShe’s Always A Woman, starts to play as he turns and faces me. No words are spoken, just eyes staring deep into each other’s souls trying to find an emotion, anything inside which might give any indication of what we’re feeling. My heartbeat starts to increase its pace as we allow Billy Joel to hypnotize us both.
“I didn’t betray you the way you think Jade,” he whispers, reaching out to tuck a stray tendril of hair behind my ear. “I didn’t know Roman’s relation to you until after,” he pauses, clearly nervous and I realize he’s about to say something that will further bury him deeper into the hole he’s dug for himself.
“Until after what Sebastian?” I ask stepping into him, my eyebrows meeting angrily in the middle of my forehead.
He takes a step back once again, running his fingers through his hair before meeting my penetrating gaze with one of his own. “He shot and killed your father.” I still at his admission suspecting that was what he was going to say but hearing them out loud hits differently.
“How long?” I ask, and he understands exactly what I’m asking.
“A few days before the cabin.” My blood rushes to my extremities as I hear the words come out of his mouth. I didn’t expect to feel this way having already discovered what my brother did, but I can't help the bile rising in my throat. I turn around noticing the open door of the ensuite restroom he must have been hiding in when I first walked in, and rush over toward it, locking the door when I'm inside, barely making it in time before I hurl over the toilet seat, puking whatever liquids I managed to keep in this morning into the bowl. In my peripheral vision I saw him rush after me as I ran off, but I was able to slam the door in his face before he caught up.
“Jade open the fucking door?” he shouts, banging his fist against the locked door, my heart beating loudly meeting every thump. “Fuck Jade, are you okay? Just open the goddamn door.”
