Page 89 of Release Me

“You told me to say goodbye to two people, precious, one of whom is standing out here with you.”

“Well I guess that should make it easy for you to complete your task. Now—” I reach up and pinch his cheek, putting on my best baby talk voice just to annoy him “—say goodnight to Luca.”

Sebastian hardly ever rolls his eyes, and when he does, it always makes me laugh because the act seems completely at odds with his usually serious demeanor. Tonight, I’m laughing extra hard because he’s rolling his eyes at me while wearing a tuxedo and holding an award that speaks not only of his kindness but the influence that comes with his name. In my experience, men like that take themselves far too serious to indulge in an act normally attributed to teenage girls, so it makes me a weird kind of happy to know that the man I love is capable of both unwavering austerity and playful annoyance.

He pulls my hand away from his face, forcing me to release my hold on his cheek so he can bring one of the offending fingers to his mouth and bite it. It’s more of a nibble, really, but it still does ridiculous things to my body. Like sending sparks down my spine and heat to my cheeks, as well as other parts of me that I should not be thinking about when we’re standing in front of his little brother.

Luca huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head. “Night, you two.”

“Goodnight, Luc,” Sebastian returns, a smirk pulling his lips into a devilish line that makes my thighs clench with anticipation. I know what that mouth can do. I’ve witnessed it. I’ve woken up to it and went to sleep dreaming about it too many times to count, but I still crave it like I’ve never had it before. The man could be licking my literal bones, and I’d still ask him to give me more. To go deeper. To lap at me until his teeth, tongue and taste buds collide with marrow, until he’s consuming the very essence of me.

Amusement and desire dance in Sebastian’s eyes. “Hold that thought, precious. We still have to get the car.”

Thankfully, tonight the car comes with a driver, a partition and enough leg room for me to drop down to my knees in front of Sebastian the moment we’re alone. My fingers are impatient as they work to undo the buttons holding his pants together, and Sebastian laughs.

“You could just ask for help,” he says as he takes over undressing himself.

“I don’t want help, I want your dick in my mouth.”

“You can have both, baby.”

Before I can respond, his dick is free. It stands at attention in front of me, proudly erect with a bead of precum emerging from the slit at the top that I scoop up with the tip of my tongue. Sebastian lets out a hiss while his hips lift in a silent demand for more. I oblige, gripping his shaft with two hands and opening wide to swallow his weeping tip.

“Fuck.”

His hips lift again, and his fingers go to my hair, grasping the silky strands with a force that renders me motionless for a second. I shake my head, dislodging his hold to remind him he’s not in control right now. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him dig his fingers into the leather of the seat, and I smile to myself, knowing it has to be killing him to let me control the tempo.

Because of how desperate I was to have him in my mouth, I know he’s expecting this to go fast, for me to take him to the back of my throat over and over again, fucking him with the wet heat of my mouth. That’s actually exactly what I was planning to give him, but his impatience has earned him something else.

With both hands holding him steady, I decide to focus solely on his tip. Licking and sucking and swirling my tongue around the sensitive head with the gentlest pressure and the lightest flicks of my tongue on the bottom side where the head connects to his shaft.

“Jesus, Nadia, please.”

I flick my eyes up to his face and find beads of sweat on his brow and desperation etched into his features, and I’m hit, suddenly, with the thought that no one gets to see him like this but me. No one gets to unravel him, to take him apart piece by piece and put him back together again. That honor is all mine, and I won’t cede it to anyone. I won’t give it up for anything, not even the demons from my past.

The realization is a catalyst, urging me to go faster, to take him deeper, to push him to the brink of pleasure and then one step beyond it. When I pick up the pace, Sebastian throws his head back and his throat constricts, tightening around a guttural moan that starts to tear through him at the same time his dick begins to pulse in my mouth. Instead of pulling back, I push down, welcoming the hot spurts of his satisfaction into my throat and swallowing them down. It takes a while for him to finish, but I don’t move until he’s done, until I’ve wrung him out and licked him clean.

“God damn,” he pants, eyes filled with wonder as he wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb.“You’re incredible, you know that?”

“I do.”

We’re both grinning like fools when the car comes to a sudden stop in front of my building. The abrupt break in movement causes my stomach to turn, and I frown, placing a hand on my belly to still the sudden wave of nausea.

“You okay?” Sebastian asks as the driver opens the door.

I can’t answer him because I’m too busy scrambling to my feet, rushing out of the door and past the driver, making it to the standing potted plant next to the entrance to my floor just in time to vomit in the soil. I’m still heaving when Sebastian makes it to me, and I try to push him away, to keep him from seeing, and smelling, the contents of my stomach that are most definitely going to kill the poor snake plant inside the pot.

“No, go away.” I try to swat him with the one hand that’s not clutching my stomach, but he refuses to budge, so I give up. When he sees that I’ve surrendered, he gently lifts my hair away from my face and holds it quietly until I’m done.

Feeling disgusted and suddenly exhausted, I wipe my mouth and try to straighten only for the world to go fuzzy right in front of my face. I sway to the right, and Sebastian is right there, scooping me up into his arms.

“Are you okay?”

I close my eyes because keeping them open when the world is spinning makes me more nauseous. “Yeah, I think I just stood up too fast after…”

Ugh. Just saying the word vomit makes me dry heave. Sebastian’s eyes go wide with increasing alarm when my body tenses like it’s preparing for another purge, but he doesn’t let me go, he just starts walking, moving to the door that the driver—a man named Lincoln, I think—is holding open.

I keep my eyes squeezed tight and try to focus on breathing while Sebastian walks gingerly to the apartment, obviously trying not to trigger my already upset stomach. Once we’re inside, he carries me all the way into my bedroom, sits me down on the bed, and starts to undress me.

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