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“You’ve only released inside of me once,” I pointed out. “So, you shouldn’t get your hopes up about that.”
His smile was sinister, and I gulped as my pulse increased. He had something up his sleeve.
He leaned in, his free hand on the headboard, semi-caging me in. I felt his body heat radiating and inhaled his leather scent. He came closer until his lips were against the shell of my ear. His warm breath fanned over the side of my neck and sent a shiver down my spine.
“Hope is for the weak,” he whispered. “Wishing upon the stars for desired outcomes is a recipe for disaster. I’m a man who takes action, and when I set a plan in motion, I always get the results I want.”
I shivered again, but this time it was from nervousness. What plan could he possibly have?
My breathing was rapid as he whipped back my blankets. He moved fast, gripping my thigh hard and pulling me down the bed. Spreading my legs, he lifted my nightgown, and I heard a ripping sound as he yanked my panties away. It completely exposed me to him.
His strength shocked me, even with one hand. He finally pulled his other hand out from behind his back. I gaped at the sight of a turkey baster in his hand. It was filled with a creamy white liquid. Surely it wasn’t…
“What is that?” I asked. I was confused and intrigued. This man was completely unpredictable.
“My insurance policy.”
His hand moved to my folds, and he separated my pussy lips. His finger slipped inside, and I gasped at the sudden invasion. Then, his thumb circled my clit, and pleasure hit me like a bolt of lightning. I bucked against him, speechless and suddenly needy.
I felt myself getting wet, which was apparently what he was waiting for, because he pulled his hand away immediately, ignoring my small sound of protest.
He brought my legs together and grabbed both of my ankles. Raising my legs straight up into the air, he shoved the turkey baster inside of my now-wet pussy. I whimpered as he squeezed it, emptying the contents deep inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his seed filling me up.
When he dragged it out a moment later, I felt some of it leak out and travel down to my ass. Sebastian licked his lips.
“Fuck, that’s sexy. I wish I had time to fuck you.”
The sincerity softened his voice, and I wanted to reach for him, but he was still holding my legs in the air. When his phone rang, I thought I'd be released, but he maintained his one-handed hold on me and answered it.
He put the phone on speaker and had a quick conversation. It sounded like he was confirming flight details with his pilot. When he hung up, he looked at my pussy again. I wanted to say something, but words failed me. This made me feel shockingly vulnerable, and yet, it wasn’t intimate at all.
After a minute or two, a knock sounded on the door, and Barclay’s voice came from the other side.
“The car is loaded and ready to go, sir.”
Sebastian finally released me, getting off the bed. I lowered my legs slowly and pulled the duvet over the exposed lower half of my body. I watched as he rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, hiding away his scars. Picking up the now-empty turkey baster, he smirked as he slowly waved it back and forth in front of my face before placing it on the nightstand.
“I don’t know if you’re the praying type, but if not, I would start now.”
He left without another word, and I laid there for a long time, my mind reeling. When I heard the distant sound of the front door opening, I sat up and got out of the bed. My knees felt weak, but I stumbled to the window and looked out. I saw Sebastian’s SUV drive away, and I thought about the man himself. His promise of making life difficult if I wasn’t pregnant when he returned was scary, especially because I believed he would, but I didn’t think he’d actually hurt me. He’d be distant and cold, probably demand more wild sex—not that I could complain about that—but he wouldn’t physically harm me. I somehow knew that in my soul.
Now that I knew more about him, the reason he was always so cold and closed off, I thought that maybe a child would actually be good for him. Maybe it would open up his heart again.
Going into my bathroom, I grabbed a towel and wiped away the excess seed seeping out of me. It was a mess, and I also wished that he’d had time for the real thing. No matter how distant he was with me in our daily interactions, I couldn’t deny that he knew how to make my body feel good.
Getting dressed for the day, I took Sebastian’s absence as a green light to explore the castle. He hadn’t forbidden me from doing so before, but he was the secretive type, so I always felt a little uncomfortable venturing too far. I didn’t want to be scolded for snooping around.
My first stop was the kitchen, where I grabbed a warm blueberry muffin from the usual breakfast spread. Eating it as I walked, I continued to wander the castle, turning down random corridors and weaving around corners with no real destination in mind. I tried the occasional door that I passed. Some opened, and some didn’t. I discovered rooms that didn’t appear to have been used for anything, guest bedrooms, and even a storage room full of holiday decorations I was positive weren’t being used. They kept everything clean, and I found myself impressed by the dedication of the staff.
As I climbed up to the third floor, I stumbled upon a large black door with a glistening golden handle. Without any hesitation, I nudged it open to reveal a grand office with an incredible view of the castle. The curtains were drawn back, offering a panoramic view of the snow-capped trees that lined the castle’s front, and the rest of the sprawling grounds stretched out below, visible through the enormous windows.
Pulling my eyes from the window, I looked around at the dark wooden desk and bookshelves. There was a fireplace made of black marble and a leather reading nook in the corner. This must have been where Sebastian worked when he was home. I glanced back toward the desk, trying to imagine him sitting there, and my eyes landed on his laptop sitting on the dark surface. My heart pounded. Did I dare?
After a moment of standing still and listening for any sounds, I cautiously made my way back to the door and left it slightly ajar, aware that the room was regularly cleaned by the staff. I then rushed over to the desk and collapsed into the oversized chair. Sebastian’s lingering scent filled the room, reminding me of how much I missed him. He’djustleft.
Pushing aside those thoughts, I opened the slim laptop carefully, nervous as I turned it on. If I got caught here, I was sure to be in big trouble.
But I got distracted from my anxiety as the computer fired up and I realized there was no password. I could get right online. Opening a browser, I paused, staring at the white bar at the top of the screen. What should I look up? I needed to find Fiona, but it wasn’t as if the sex traffickers had an easy-to-find website detailing where they’d sent their victims.
