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“Let’s hear it.”
“Fine,” Taylor said. “I’m not sorry, okay? I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that being with you has made me question everything about myself, including who I am. You can be cruel and violent. You’ve done some really horrible things, Sebastian, and you’ve made some really bad choices along the way but, even at your worst, you are the only thing that makes me feel alive. I regret knowing that people like Marx exist, and I hate the constant havoc SKALS causes in our lives, but I am not sorry that I am in love with you. You are it for me, Sebby. Wrong or right you always will be.”
His cheeks hollowed for a long second. Shrugging, he dropped his arms to his sides. “Okay.”
Taylor’s mouth opened and closed as her brow knitted in frustration. “Okay? Really? That’s all you have to say?”
A small sparkle ignited in his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched. “No. I guess I could add that it’s probably a good thing I didn’t shoot Rupert in the face.”
Rolling her eyes, she gave a disgusted shake of her head and snatched one of the clean towels off the rack. “I don’t know why I bother sometimes.”
He caught the pirouetting end before it made contact with the top of his thigh. With a quick jerk of his arm, he reversed the motion and wound the thick towel around Taylor’s wrist. His chuckle was low and sinister as he slowly reeled her toward him.
“Did you really think that was a good idea?” he asked, pinning her arms behind her back.
“It was worth a shot. You deserved it,” she muttered.
“Is that so?”
“Yes! I stood there and poured my heart and soul out to you and all I get in return is a measly ‘okay’ and some twisted wisecrack?”
Keeping her pinned, he surged against her, pressing her body back against the wall. His lips sought purchase against her neck, leaving a prickling trail of fire in their wake. He paused behind her ear.
“I had no idea you were so greedy or impatient, Taylor,” he murmured, letting his breath fall hot against her skin. “Who says that is all you were going to get?”
Her eyes drifted shut as fear and frustration gave way to a fierce throb of desire. It was a sick and twisted game he played, but she doubted she would ever get enough of the way he plied her with just the right words, just the right touch. His voice alone was enough to send a shockwave beneath her skin and she felt herself begin to cave.
“Seb, please…” she moaned, arching her hips against his.
He responded by pressing into her with a slow, sensual grind. “Please what, Taylor?”
“Please touch me. Make me yours again,” she begged.
His laugh was soft and menacing against her ear. “You are already mine, darling,” he whispered, capturing the sensitive lobe between his teeth. “Maybe you have forgotten it, but that’s never changed. Every single part of you belongs to me. It always has and always will.”
“Yes. I know,” she panted in impatience. “Can we just skip the foreplay, please? My parts are already missing yours something fierce.”
“Mmm. No.” He traced the hollow of her collarbone with his lips. “That’s the least you should get for trying to hit me. Besides, I don’t just want you preheated. I want you piping hot and needing me so badly that your entire body aches.”
“I should hit you again,” she groaned.
This time his mouth clamped down against the junction of her neck in a possessive claim. He nipped and sucked with a force that made her knees buckle and drew a pained whimper.
“Try it,” Sebastian whispered once he finally let up. He traced the reddened outline of his handiwork with a smirk. “I guarantee it will end with you face down over our bed learning that one way or another, you will always submit to me. Is that what you want, Taylor? Are you craving a reminder of your place?”
She shivered. The raspy promise in his voice threatened to unravel her and another low throb of desire pulsed inside her. She lowered her eyes, unable to lend voice to the conflicting battle of her thoughts. Sebastian studied her for a long moment then stepped back with a nod.
“Strip and go wait for me on our bed.”
It took effort, but she managed to hide her smile and find enough good grace to hang her head. The cool brush of his fingers along her chin was startling.
“I would be very careful what games you decide to play with me, sweetheart. Sooner or later, that kid is going to come out,” he warned, “and there will be no buffer between us then. If I were you, I would spend my time thinking about what you asked for and praying my water doesn’t turn cold.”
Her eyes darted to his in uncertainty. Ignoring her panic, he directed her toward the bedroom with a stern point. She trudged past him, her heart starting to pound as she pondered the wisdom in her actions. She craved the firmness and control only Sebastian could give. He needed that release just as much as she did, but prodding the man was as dangerous as jabbing a tiger with a stick. She could only pray the pounce would be worse than his bite. Swallowing, she climbed onto the middle of their bed and smoothed a hand over the black and silver comforter.
The minutes seemed to turn to hours as she waited. Her ears strained as she tracked his movements. The forceful jets of the shower switched off, only to be replaced by the more gentle flow of the sink as he brushed his teeth. She listened to the soft click of his deodorant cap, certain that the suspense of his brief grooming was going to drive her insane. That, too, had always been a part of his game.
Her breath was coming in shallow pants by the time Sebastian entered the bedroom. She started to edge closer to the headboard as he approached the side of the bed, the sleek muscles in his body rippling with his graceful prowl.
“Stop moving,” he warned.
She froze, not missing the predatory gleam in his eyes. They trailed over every inch of her, caressing her skin in a languid assessment. Taylor bit the inside of her cheeks as he stared down at her in silent contemplation. She could almost hear the wheels in that intelligent mind of his churning.
“Roll over, Taylor. Get on your hands and knees. Now.”
Her breath came in a shallow exhale. Numb with a combination of desire and anticipation, she did as instructed. Confusion flooded her as he knelt behind her. Sebastian grabbed one of the pillows situated above her head and tucked it beneath her ribs. Snaring another, he lifted her and shoved a second pillow under her hips. The plump mound thrust her forward so that only her forehead and knees touched the mattress. Taylor’s cheeks colored with shame as he parted her thighs and she realized the position not only gave her body added support, but left her spread open, exposed and vulnerable before him.
“Mm. Now isn’t this a beautiful sight?” he asked, both hands spanning her ass. His fingers clamped down in a forceful squeeze. “Have you thought about what I said?”
Her cheeks burned hotter as she nodded her head. “Yes, Sebastian.”
“Is this still what you want, Taylor? Once I start, there’ll be no turning back.”
“I know,” she whispered.
His husky laugh rolled through the room and he splayed a hand against the small of her back, roughly holding her in place. “I sincerely hope for your sake that is true.”
She jerked with an unexpected jolt of pleasure as his fingers probed along her sex. Pressing down, he ground the sensitive bud against her pelvic bone. Her eyes drifted shut. It had been so long since she’d had his body. His touch was a soothing balm to her soul. She craved it, needed it as desperately as the desert yearned for the cooling kiss of rain. Within seconds, her breathing hitched and the promise of release loomed just out of reach. Unable to help herself, she rocked against his ministrations with a throaty moan, no longer caring how brazen or forward it seemed.
Sebastian’s hand stilled. Trailing up, he pushed two fingers deep inside her with a low growl. Her head spun as he pumped the long digits into her body, rocking it with a series of slow, forceful thrusts. Moaning, she buried her face in the mattress and
twisted the sheets. Time and again, he brought her to the brink, only to hold back in the most cruel and delicious of ways. The world hung suspended. All that existed was the ragged sound of their breath and the all-consuming fever of his touch. She shivered as he leaned over, his desire voiced in a sinister rumble. His fist anchored in her hair and jerked her head back. His breath came scorching hot against her ear.
“Do you still want me to rein you back in?”
Fire exploded across her skin as he cracked his hand down on her upturned ass. Startled, she jerked in his grasp with a pleading yelp.
“Answer me, Taylor,” he warned.
Another stinging blow followed. The heat spiraled through her skin and flooded her body with a tingling warmth that rendered her speechless. Her insides throbbed, aching with unfulfilled need. She arched her back and swayed, begging him in a silent plea.
