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“Please what?” he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.
God, I hate him. But I hate myself more.
“Please make me come,” I whimper, grinding and clenching against him. The floodgates are open, and I’m mindless now, babbling. “Please,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
Because I am. That’s the truth, isn’t it? Sebastian’s right. I want him, even like this. Whatever he does to me. Monster and all.
“I need it, please,” I beg, clinging on to him. “I’ll do anything, I’ll be good for you, whatever you want. Just please, let me come, let me feel it, please!”
Sebastian looks at me with a cruel smile. “There you go,” he growls, thrusting the bottle into me again, thick and deep. “You can’t hide it, not from me. Because this monster knows exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you, every fucking time.”
He twists it deeper, thicker.Oh God. “You’re getting ready, baby,” Sebastian growls, biting down on my earlobe. “You’re almost ready for my cock. And I won’t wait forever.”
I groan at the idea, already struggling to take the bottle neck. It’s impossibly thick now, stretching me out… almost too much to take—
My orgasm shatters me so fast, I don’t even have time to scream. I’m just consumed by the ecstasy, spasming violently against his hand as the pleasure crashes through me.
And Sebastian doesn’t stop.Fuck. He’s still pumping into me, stroking my clit, keeping me right there on the edge until—
Oh my God.
I come again, harder this time, and I swear, my mind goes black, reeling from the shock of it all.
When I come back to my senses, Sebastian has released me. I’m sagged against the piano, as he slowly brings the bottle away from me and takes a sip.
“Delicious. You know, I think I like a little fight in you,” he muses. “It makes it even sweeter when you finally submit.”
I gasp for air, flushed with pleasure—and the crushing weight of self-loathing, already chasing my glow away.
What have you done?
My legs are weak, but somehow, I manage to straighten, and put one foot in front of the other, all the way to the door. I don’t manage a witty parting shot, or any words at all. I don’t even look at him as I walk out of the room, and slowly make my way up the stairs.
I can’t let him be the one who walks away. Not this time. I’m too shaken by what just happened here. And the most disturbing part is how much I liked it.
Craved it.
He took what he wanted from me, without mercy, and still, I begged for more.
“Admit it, you like the monster…”
I shiver. It isn’t true… Is it?
No.It can’t be. I’m here to destroy the monster, not submit to him. This was just a momentary madness, I reassure myself desperately: The usual toxic cocktail of desire and vengeance, even if he pushed it so much further than ever before.
So much deeper.
I shudder with the memory of my climax, somehow more powerful than ever. I don’t understand, the more he pushes my boundaries, the more extreme my body’s reaction is. And tonight…
It was almost too much for me to take. In the best, most fucked-up ways.
I gulp, still reeling. I need to shower him off me. Try and wash the shame away. Even though I know, it runs deeper than that. I go turn the shower on, and strip my clothes off, exhausted. I’m just reaching for a robe, when I see something.
A brown manila envelope sitting on my bed.
I move closer, bracing myself for another twisted game from Sebastian, but my name is scrawled on the front in unfamiliar writing.
I tear it open. There’s a photo inside, black and white, surveillance-style.
