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He grinds up, embedded deep inside me, fucking me up onto my tiptoes as I gasp for air. But there’s no escaping it, he’s got both my arms pinned behind my back to hold me in place, yanking my body back to take his cock even deeper, riding me like a wild beast.
God.
I sob, writhing in his arms. It’s too deep, too much, but Sebastian doesn’t pause for breath. He pulls back, and then slams into me again, over and over, taking his pleasure without reprieve in a merciless rhythm that leaves me screaming. It’s rough, and raw, andfuck, I can’t get enough. Already, the pleasure is spiraling tighter, deep inside me. Already, I’m thrusting back with every harsh stroke, wanting more.
Needing it to hurt. The way I deserve.
“Seb…” I sob, writhing and clawing in his arms as his cock pounds into me, thick and relentless. “Seb!”
“That’s right,” he groans, slamming into me again, sending my body jolting with the force of impact. “You can’t lie to me like this, not when you’re too busy screaming my fucking name!”
Oh God. It’s too good. Too sweet. Too much to take.
“Maybe I’ll keep you like this,” Sebastian’s voice is harsh and ragged, his body pinning me to the piano, owning me from the inside out. “Chain you to the bed with your legs spread for me, Little Sparrow. Keep you fucked and full all day long, so you can’t betray me anymore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I sob, so close to the edge I can’t bear it. Can’t even pretend his words don’t fill me with a filthy fire.To be at his mercy…
I shudder at the idea, and Sebastian gives a cruel laugh, feeling the way my pussy clenches around him. “I wouldn’t even need the chains, would I?” he taunts, sliding a hand between my thighs to rub at my swollen clit as he slams into me again. “We both know, you’ll be a good girl and take it anywhere I like. This pussy… Your sweet mouth…” Sebastian leans down, so his voice is raw in my ear. “That tight, virgin ass.”
Fuck.
The shock and pleasure of his filthy promise is too much to take. My climax bursts through me like an avalanche, sending me spiraling with a scream. Sebastian slams into me again, once, twice, and then comes with a roar, shuddering as he unleashes his own climax deep inside me.
I’m still reeling, collapsed over the piano, when he releases me. I manage to lift my head, glancing back at him as he yanks his pants up again. Our eyes meet, and it’s like looking in a mirror. Every ounce of shame and self-loathing I feel is echoed in Sebastian’s gaze.
He hates himself for wanting me, too.
“This changes nothing, you know,” I say coolly, forcing myself to straighten. I make a show of stretching, displaying my naked body to him, still breathless with pleasure that I try to hide. “Just because we fuck, it doesn’t mean I forgive you for anything.”
Sebastian sneers at me. “I wasn’t asking for your forgiveness, Sparrow. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m not the only one who’s sinned.”
“You’re really comparing our crimes?” I ask in disbelief, hating the guilt I feel over my own transgressions. “Because I’m not the one with blood on my hands.”
“No, you’re the one with my cum dripping out of you,” he says crudely, and I gasp in shock.
“Fuck you,” I scowl, grabbing at my clothes.
“I already did,” he shoots back, coldly zipping up his fly again. “And we both know it’s not the last time, either. Face it, Little Sparrow, we’re trapped here together with nothing to do but fight and fuck. And the sooner you admit you love it that way, the sooner I’ll give you what you’ve really been craving.”
“And what’s that?” I ask angrily, already striding for the stairs.
His eyes drift over me as I pass him. His lips curl in smug triumph.
“My praise.”
4
AVERY
As much asI hate to admit it, Sebastian is right. That night over the piano wasn’t the last time we have sex.
Not even close.
For the next few days, we settle into a tense, furious routine. By day, we keep our distance, busying ourselves with projects around the cabin. Sebastian tends to the generator and electrical system, spending hours out back in the yard, chopping wood, while I lock myself up in the library, and try to lose myself in the thick novels lining the walls.
It doesn’t work. Every hour in this place is just a silent countdown, to when we finish dinner, and put the last of the dishes aside, and then Sebastian wordlessly climbs the staircase to his bedroom.
And I obediently follow after him.
