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Not minding who could see.
The thought is like silver in my veins, and damn, he knows it. “Look at my sparrow, fucking with her skirt up around her waist for anyone to watch,” he groans, reaching around to rub at my clit, making me shake and tremor. “This is what you need, isn’t it, baby? Rough and dirty, like my good little whore.”
His words drive me wild. His wicked fingers send me cresting. And his cock… Fuck, the thick, sweet drive of it sends me plummeting into ecstasy, my climax ripping through me with an explosion of pleasure.
I scream his name in the dark, over and over, as Sebastian grips my hair tighter, arches my body to his will, and fucks me through my orgasm and into the next.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, pounding into me with an animal fury. “Come all over Daddy’s cock, get me nice and wet. And I’ll return the favor.Fuck…”
He suddenly pulls out, and drags me around to face him, shoving me to my knees on the ground.
“Eyes on me,” he demands, fisting himself furiously. “Don’t you dare look away.”
I couldn’t if I tried. I stay there obediently on my knees below him, watching his climax take hold. He comes apart above me with a howl, painting my face and chest in thick ribbons of come as he shudders his release in the dark of the alleyway.
When it’s over, he cups my cheek with his hand, panting. His eyes glow with dark triumph as he pushes some of the come into my mouth. “Look at you, baby. Fuck. All messed up.”
I suck his thumb greedily, and he groans again. “I’ve got to get you home,” he says, dragging me to my feet and pulling my dress down again. “The things I want to do to you… They’ll arrest me for sure if we keep it up here.”
“I don’t know…” I manage, in heaven. “Want to bet?”
Sebastian chuckles, and tenderly wipes my face off before zipping up his pants and leading me out of the alleyway. My underwear is gone, the tattered remains left behind on the ground somewhere. I feel giddy, unable to remember the last time I felt so content.
The things this man can do to me…
We hurry back to the apartment, eager to pick up where we left off. But when we arrive back, there’s a package waiting outside the door.
Sebastian lets us in, then opens it.
“It’s my papers,” he says, pulling out a passport first. He shows me the name listed on the fake document. “You’re now looking at Steven Davies. Plain old Steve.”
“You know, you do look like a Steve,” I’m teasing, but my happiness fades as I wonder what happens next. Is he going to disappear now? What does that mean for us?
“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he says as if he’s reading my mind. “Whatever happens next… It’s up to the both of us to decide.”
“Well, what do you want to happen?” I ask, looking to him carefully.
He looks back at me. “We could go anywhere. Do anything. Those plans we made at the cabin,” he says, with a fond smile. “There’s nothing to stop us following through now.”
“You mean, a yacht in the Caribbean?”
“I’ll bring the sunscreen,” he quips, but I can’t joke so easily, not with the stakes so high. We may have been able to pretend like nothing else matters for the last twenty-four hours, but there’s still a killer out there. Richard. And Sebastian’s name in ruins, paying for his uncle’s crimes.
I think for a long moment.
“We can’t just run.” I finally say. “We can’t let the world think you’re a monster.”
Sebastian gives a shrug. “I don’t care.”
I give him a look.
“I mean it,” he says, drawing me closer, into his arms. “All that matters now is what you think of me. The two of us know the truth. Maybe that’s enough.”
I pause, thinking it over. I’m touched by his faith in me, and how willing he is to walk away from everything he’s built. But even if he’s willing to sacrifice everything…
I’m not.
“No,” I finally answer, pulling back. “You know, ever since we met, I’ve been learning how complicated things can be. There’s no such thing as black and white, most of the time. People make mistakes, and sometimes death is a senseless tragedy,” I continue. “But this? Your father, Bianca’s dad… The plane crash? No. This was murder, and Richard has gotten away with it for too long.” My resolve grows. “That man left you to feel like a killer every day of your life. He came after us, afterme,” I add grimly. “I won’t just walk away and let him win. He deserves justice, and we need to make him pay.”
