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Leon gives a small shrug. “I’m just the messenger.”
“Thanks.” I take a sip of the smoothie and I’m surprised to find, it’s not as bad as it looks. I weigh turning down Sebastian’s dinner invite, but curiosity gets the better of me. “Tell him that I’ll see him then.”
I go up to my room to take a long, luxurious shower, nervous anticipation building in my stomach.
Sebastian’s back.
The days without him have passed quickly, but his presence has still loomed, full of threat—and temptation. Back at the hospital, he seemed to believe my cover story about how I knew Miles. He asked me to wait for his return before deciding to leave. Now, I wonder if he’ll have changed his mind.
What will he want with me now?
The question lingers as I try off, and massage lotion into my skin. The balance of power between us has shifted so many times in the past weeks, it’s hard to keep track, but there’s one part of our relationship where he’s always taken control—and I’ve loved every minute of it.
Will my sensual lessons with him continue?
My legs spread to his wicked mouth… His hand on my throat as I beg for more… On my knees, serving his cock, desperate for the glow of his praise…
“That’s my good little whore.”
The memories flash through my mind, and my body comes alive at the thought, shivering and tightening of its own accord. Already wanting him again. My hands glide over my skin, remembering the way he touched me, commanded me, brought me to climax again and again…
I couldn’t get enough. It’s like he’s seen deep into my soul, all the shameful, secret things I’ve tried to deny.
But there’s no denying Sebastian Wolfe. He took every secret desire I couldn’t even name and brought them all into the light. Celebrated them. Reveled in them.
Taught me the pleasure of claiming them for myself.
And then there’s that night I can’t forget, when I gave up my virginity to him. When he took it—and me—with a dark, sensual domination that left me screaming in pleasure, shaken to my core. Needing him in a way I never thought possible, as I gladly surrendered to his masterful commands.
I hate to admit just how many times I’ve touched myself to that memory, the thick friction of his cock driving deep inside me, filling me so perfectly I could sob for more. Every night, I feel the absence of him, aching and hungry.
And every morning, I wake soaked in guilt, and shame for what my body craves.
Now, there’s a mix of anticipation and wariness building in my veins as I dress for dinner. I select a chic black dress with a halter top that ties behind my neck, and a skirt that flows loosely down to my knees. I take time over my hair and makeup. I still have bandages on my wrists from my desperate plot to get out of Larkspur, but I decide to wear them like a badge of honor.
A reminder that no matter how far Sebastian goes to break me, I will always find a way to keep the upper hand.
The clock strikes eight,but I still wait another ten minutes before finally going down to dinner. Sebastian is waiting; he gets to his feet when I enter the room.
“Avery.”
His eyes sweep over me, and his lips curl in a familiar sardonic smile. “You’re looking well,” he notes, moving to pull out a chair for me. “Your nurse tells me that you’re making a full recovery.”
Of course, he was checking up on me.
I sit, watching as he pours us both water, and a glass of wine for him. I see no trace of the vulnerability I picked up on at the hospital. The man that apologized to me might as well be gone because he’s back to his old self. Completely in control—and infuriatingly sexy.
“I thought we’d give Leon a break, and do takeout tonight,” he continues, directing me to the collection of steaming, delicious-smelling containers on the table between us. “Thai is your favorite, isn’t it?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He doesn’t seem concerned by my silence. Sebastian fills a plate for me, chatting about his trip to Brussels, for some finance conference where he gave a keynote speech. “It’s a lovely city, but rather quiet,” he explains. “They have a lot of art museums, not that I ever have time to check them out. I was in business meetings all week.”
I say nothing, slowly taking a few bites of food.
“But it was a worthwhile trip,” he continues, casually taking a sip of wine. “The conference is always excellent cover to meet people who might otherwise draw attention, jetting in for a solo meeting. I lined up a number of interesting acquisition prospects.”
“How nice for you.”
