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As I approached, I informed him that the doctor had advised changing his bandage later that evening. Memories of the car accident flooded my mind, particularly the sight of blood continuously streaming down his forehead. The vivid image made me uneasy, and I swallowed hard. The doctor had reassured me that the head wound was not as serious as it appeared, explaining that such injuries often result in profuse bleeding. However, I was terrified at the time and had feared the worst for his well-being. I reached for the bandage on his head, and he slapped my hand away.
“I’ll do it later,” he deadpanned, then returned his attention back to his tablet.
“That’s ridiculous. Are you going to hold up a mirror and do it one-handed just to avoid my help? Why are you so stubborn?”
“I don’t need you to play nurse with me.”
“Fine,” I snapped.
Screw being patient and understanding. I wasn’t sure why I even tried.
I turned to leave, promising myself that I wouldn’t return, but Sebastian once again grabbed my wrist. This time, he pulled me toward him. The action was so unexpected that I didn’t even try to resist, and found myself on the bed between his legs. I felt his erection pressing into my lower stomach, and my breath hitched.
He wanted me? I was starting to think he hated me.
He lowered his head until his forehead pressed against mine, his lips just inches from my own. I could see it now, the hunger burning in his eyes. The animal within him desperate to make its way to the surface.
“I got the test results back from the doctor. You’re clean, and I’m ready to make you my fucking cum dumpster.”
A jolt of shock ran through me, quickly replaced the relief of not having any diseases. He wanted me to have sex with him after the way he’s been acting?
“You need to rest,” I said breathlessly. “I came in here to help you. Not fuck you.”
“If you really want to be of any help, you can start by lying on your back and spreading those damn legs of yours. Or do I have to force them open?” His hand found my face, and his grip intensified as his gaze clamped down on me. “I’ll be honest with you Belle. I like a little struggle.”
I felt like someone had slapped me. Why in the hell did I think Sebastian was going to be any different from the monstrous men that kidnapped me and threw me into a world of sex trafficking? The ones that took what they wanted, whether I wanted it or not.
I knew that our relationship was not intended to be romantic, yet the fact that I would be bearing his child made me hopeful that he would treat me with some level of dignity.
Sebastian shifted our positions in a surprising show of strength for someone that was ordered to be on bedrest. I found myself pressed down into the mattress with my wrists pinned above my head. My legs parted and Sebastian settled into the cradle of my thighs, his erection pressed up against my core, and I realized I was aching for him.
Damn it, despite everything, I wanted him. I knew I should hate him, but I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure why. I just felt that there was something beneath the surface with him, a different side that he didn’t want me to see.
We were both breathing heavily as he ground himself into me, looking into my eyes. It was more intimate than I expected, and I felt myself growing wet from the friction against my clit.
Then he kissed me. It was just as rough as last time, but deeper. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was nothing like the empty kisses of men that paid to fuck me. There was emotion in this. Hunger, desire, need and want. Sebastian would probably deny that, but as a woman with way too much experience being used, I knew the difference.
When he pulled away, I was writhing with need. His lips trailed along my jaw and down my neck, making me arch my back. He slipped his hands up under my shirt and cupped my breasts, but he didn’t linger there for long.
He was eager to get to the main event, and I had no complaints about that.
Practically ripping open my pants, he yanked them down my legs, along with my panties, and he wasn’t gentle about it. I didn’t care. I just wanted more. So much more.
His hands on my knees spread my legs wide for him, and his chest came down onto the mattress. His big arms wrapped around under my thighs, and he held me in place with his hands on my hips as he licked up my center in one smooth, agonizingly slow motion.
I moaned and arched my back. We’d barely begun, and I was so hot for him.
He didn’t go easy on me. There was no gentle teasing or easing into it. Sebastian buried his head between my thighs anddevouredme.
His tongue was everywhere, exploring my folds and flicking over my clit. He slipped his tongue inside of me, moaning against my entrance as if he was getting as much pleasure out of this as I was.
But God, that had to be impossible. Because I was flying.
The sensations rocketing through me were all-consuming, and I lost all track of time and space as Sebastian lapped at my folds. It was so good, made only better when his mouth latched onto my clit and he slipped two fingers in to my dripping entrance. I clenched around him, writhing and gasping as an orgasm built inside me and exploded out, leaving me a shaking mess.
It was the best orgasm I’d ever had.
Sebastian kept working his mouth on me as I rode out the pleasure, until I collapsed, boneless, on the mattress.
