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His grin was different when he raised his head. The cocky smirk he liked to wear was gone, replaced by a look that was all male pride and stark hunger. He wasn’t done with me yet. He rose to his knees, with spread legs, and unlatched his belt buckle. The swift motion of the belt sliding through the hoops as he removed it made me jump. Then a knock sounded at the door.

“What?” he growled. The boom of his chest bounced off the wooden walls and lingered in the air.

“It’s Maxwell,” Barclay’s voice came from the other side of the door. “He’s on the phone and says it’s urgent.”

Sebastian paused, looking down at me as he considered his options. The battle raging behind his lantern-green eyes was clear as day, and in a split second, something unfamiliar flashed across his features. There were no words for what I saw, because no words existed for the promise in his affixed gaze.

“Sir?” Barclay asked in a more stern voice.

A steady tempo beat radiated off his chest and he breathed in as he tilted his chin to the ceiling. Time seemed to stop, the air thickening by the second. I looked him over, eyeing muscles that looked made of steel, the muscles that would claim me, and fuck me. A roar of frustration erupted from his throat, synching perfectly with the blow of thunder that rocked the castle. The primal sound hammered my bones, but turned me on at the same time.

“Fuck,” he called out. “I’m coming.”

Lowering himself over me again, he kissed me softly, and I tasted myself on his lips. It sent an erotic thrill through me.

“Stay here,” he demanded. “I’ll make this quick and be back to take what I paid for.”

After waiting for a few minutes following his departure, I finally rose from the luxurious bed. A part of me was curious to explore and learn more about Sebastian, but I knew better than to give in to my curiosity. Any attempt to snoop around could potentially result in my eviction, leaving me with nothing. Moreover, I was struggling with conflicting emotions. Despite my desire to sleep with Sebastian, I found it difficult to reconcile the image I had of him with the way he treated me like a possession. Despite these misgivings, I had signed the contract in blood and intended to fulfill it. However, I refused to play the role of an obedient good girl. Instead, I returned to my room and prepared for bed.

Chapter10

Sebastian

It was late, and I was exhausted. What I’d hoped would be a quick phone call with Maxwell had turned out to be a four-hour pain in the ass. A freightliner carrying premium ingredients for our company’s chocolates ended up sinking at sea. It was all lost, so I had to scramble with a team of executives to figure out where we could get what we needed as soon as possible. The last thing we wanted was for the chocolate supply to run out.

Talk about bad for business.

The worst part was that we didn’t really solve the problem. We were still trying to track down sources for some of our ingredients, which was stress I would have to deal with until we found a solution.

My headache came back, rushing in like a broken dam, and at this point I couldn’t tell if it was from the accident, the stress from work, or the fact that I had blue balls and a hard cock.Yeah, that could be it.When I looked around the room, Belle had already left and I wasn't even shocked. If she was angry, she had every right to be. Hell, I left her with a throbbing clit and a promise to destroy her insides.

I checked the time on my watch as I unlatched it. Between my pounding head and aching limbs, I eyed my bed and quickly succumbed to the idea of calling it a night. Once I entered my bathroom, I heard the door open and knew it was Barclay. What would I do without that old man? His features were stoic, and his demeanor miserable, but he always knew what I needed and refused to leave my side. I stripped down, tearing off my clothing and waited until the water was scalding hot before getting in the shower. I needed to feel something, and if I couldn’t feel my cock molding the insides Belle’s sweet little pussy, then burning my soul would have to do.

With the dampness of a fresh shower on my skin, I walked over to my bed and grabbed the two aspirin off a small silver tray. It was moments like these that reminded me of how well Barclay knew me. I swallowed the pills with a gulp of cool water, feeling the parchedness in my throat ease as I pulled back the covers, hoping to wake up eight hours later.Who the fuck am I kidding?

After two hours of staring at the ceiling, I gave up. How was I supposed to sleep with the memory of Belle’s pussy juice on my lips lingering in my mind? A spark of lightning flashed across the blackened sky and I ran my tongue over my lips once more. Anything to capture a hint of her candied juices. It amazed that even after six-plus hours, a little bit of her sweet scent and taste remained on my mouth. I glanced over at the food she brought, untouched. I didn’t want it, even though I hadn’t eaten since lunch. All I was hungry for was Belle.

But I’d been enough of a bastard lately. I didn’t want to go wake her up in the middle of the night. So, I tried to force myself to sleep. It wasn’t easy, but I focused on breathing and emptied my mind. It was working. I could feel myself drifting off when a sudden blast of thunder ripped across the sky. Now I was back to square one.

Wearing just a pair of pajama bottoms, I slipped out of bed and headed down to the kitchen. Fresh, warm food in my stomach. That was what I needed. If I lost the taste of Belle from my lips, that could only be a good thing, right? I didn’t need to be obsessing over her like this.

I flicked on the light and headed toward the refrigerator, only to stop when I spotted an empty gold chocolate wrapper on the counter and a mug in the sink. Lifting the cup, I smelled hot cocoa. I couldn’t remember the last time I had hot cocoa, and the fact that the kitchen stocked it took me by surprise. The only hot liquid I drank was coffee with one sugar cube.

Changing my mind about a warm meal, I grabbed a protein shake from the refrigerator and chugged it. I tossed the empty container in the garbage as a sense of urgency came over me.

I hadn’t planned to wake her up, but that mug was still warm. She was down here recently. I grabbed the empty chocolate wrapper and headed up to her wing of the castle. When I reached her door, I paused, hearing her talking within.

I hadn’t provided her with a cell phone, and I highly doubted that she had brought one with her, considering she barely had clothing on her back. As I listened intently, I realized she was speaking out loud to herself. With nothing to fear, I cautiously pushed the unlocked door open, hoping not to startle her.

She lay on her back, legs extended up against the headboard, with an old, leather-bound book clasped in her grasp. I confirmed my hunch when I heard her reciting the words to herself in a hushed tone. I couldn’t help but stand there, hidden in the shadows, watching her for a few fleeting moments before she could notice my presence. Despite my efforts to ignore it, a warm sensation filled the center of my chest, making it difficult to think straight.

I cleared my throat and padded across the room. She slammed the book shut and turned over before falling back on her ankles. Fuck, I loved it when she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and let her lips part from each other. She lowered her gaze to her legs and nervously wrung her fingers, as if I had caught her misbehaving. Why did she have to be so endearing?

I held up the empty chocolate wrapper between my fingers, silently conveying my message to her as I locked my gaze with hers, and her cheeks heated.

“Sorry,” she said, nibbling on her lip.

I smirked. “It’s fine. I’ll just have to find a way for you to repay the hundreds of dollars’ worth of chocolate you’ve been consuming.”

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